The last coffee
Relations are like railways tracks. But the ‘life train’ comes across junctions where you ought to change tracks. Not by will, but by destiny most of the times. And I bring you to a junction again.
Unlike our previous gatherings over the warm coffee table, perhaps this is the last time I meet you. You are not the same whom I knew. You deceive me by your changed heart or through camouflaged burden of your new engagement ring.
I get less the coffee’s smell and more of you. Am I just hallucinated or still badly addicted to your aroma? Is it really the last time you are so close again? Look at me and answer my inquisitive eyes. Your blur eyes don’t reflect me clearly. The rising coffee fumes haze me off the unrevealed shriek on your silent pink petals. My fingers touching your new ring can feel the lost warmth. My love in your eyes kept them dry to sparkle through all the ups and downs of seasons and of life. It kept you warm through the chilling sorrows and shadows that drowned you cold. Convince me that the weather is cheating on us. Or is it really what I fear to believe? You carry the same fear in your heart, Don’t you? Or my eyes just read the silence in yours. You roll back your fingers to keep me from sensing the missing warmth.
Our silence is a new guest for the table which is addicted to your blushes and smiles. The cup addicted to my tingling touch on your fingers. Yes they are addicted , just like I have been always. The floor beneath misses my mischievous kicks to your toes. The entire decor may find a new couple to carry on, but how do I? You have changed, but some things may never do. Your eyes still gaze furtively towards the running metaled numbers at your wrist. There were days you begged them to go slow and today you order them to flee quickly. I wish I was good at commands as you are. But I feel defeated by time, by the smoky coffee trails separating our eyes. I fail to cross the trails and get you; by meaning and by soul.
Their latent heat burns our dreams and melts my love into drops. I wish if your soft fingers could reach out again to sooth my eyes and freeze my melts. Your ring-burdened pale finger teases me with a silence and I just melt and keep melting…
