Thursday, 9 October 2014

~ Wayfarer! ~

~ Wayfarer! ~

A sugarless cup,
Of double shot coffee,
Reminds me of your bitterness,
That how you smelt raw, cobalt,
Of a sour, leaden countryside …
Your tongue tasted of metal,
Your eyes, so deep n’ dark,
Fingers as cold as long as the dusted path,
Your skin, remembrance of a lone journey,
Spent in the company of paradoxical larks,
And languorous leaves and barks …
I’ve traveled alone,
On this begrimed country road,
Much far, so far!

1 comment:

  1. whew...some hard textures in your description of them...nicely done...the raw bitter metal really capture the essence of them...but also your lone travel...