Black

The eyes, the hair,

The future and the past,

Both black, both dark,

Seems so gloomy in my lot.

 

Of black I think a lot,

Of black futures in my thought,

Of a forgotten past that haunts,

And a love that taunts.

 

Amidst the black,

I ask,

Is there white in my rack?,

Will I be back?

Coffee

The bitter and the sweet,

Together form a treat,

Waking me from the slumber,

Of sleepiness, sorrow and dreamy wander.

 

Of milk, water and sugar,

Of love, cries and laughter,

Of sleepy eyes and lost nights,

Of dazzling mornings and hazy noonss…

 

Life’s full of coffee

Sugar sweet and bitter caffeine,

Both blended in beautiful haste,

Drink it, don’t let it go waste.