Coffee And Conversation

Coffee And Conversation short poem

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Cups of hot water & beans-Ah coffee!
and tongues spewing air laden alphabets;
from a lazy afternoon till a hazy evening,
coffee and conversation..

Of loves & lies and dreams & sighs,
mothers & brothers, fathers & sisters;
of passions & obsessions and glory & damnation,
friends & teachers, artists & lechers.

Moments of Austen and Tolleish silences,
history, philosophy, our system of ruination,
and books, books and even more books,
hours disappearing, appearing as minutes.

‘Tis why the Universe made us:
to spend the nights procreating,
and the days conversing & coffeeing;
I thank therefore I am…

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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Ravindran Govindaraju
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# Well founded thoughts
,hues of dreaming red and blue,
striding home lazily with dreams..
How I see this lyric.
I love the concluding line ! Thank you !

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