Sunday morning Coffee with Muffin

Coffee brewed in my mind

when the drizzling Sunday morning arrived

and I thought

that a warm luscious chocolatey muffin

could give a good company

to the decadent latte

and I drove down silly

to the space where the endearing muffin

dictates taste and aroma

to the unwitting cup of a brown liquid

which had an ancestry of beans

not so long back

Muffin, all yawning and in its day dreams

was just out of the oven

not yet properly garnished or displayed

it was raw and fresh and kind

suddenly everything became uncluttered

and the naughty glimpse of the sun

dislodged me completely

and when I came out of my reverie

the muffin had cleverly melted in my soul

Sunday mornings can be so appetizing!

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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