Jul 10, 2010

...it rained

a wayside cafè, with a broken sign,
with its potted plants and a lonely vine.
An old man hands me a bit of longing,
alongside my coffee.
As distant thoughts fill the morning.

A loud drumming beckons,
on the tin roof to mark the rain.
Its getting colder,
And just like that i let the cold in.

2 comments:

Roopa Raghavan said...

beautiful ....

tara dawn said...

You have a beautiful way with words! I stumbled upon your blog and hope to return soon for more inspiration and to read more of your archives. Thanks for putting such beauty out into the universe!
-Tara Dawn