Tales and cafes

second compilation for the month of July 2023

Occasions

located comfortably

during a Sunday early afternoon

in a coffee house that resides

in a familiar neighborhood

going over fragments

observing passersby

Waiting for an idea

is like watching the shifting

colors of the sky

during the end of the day.

The feeling of longingness disappearing

and relief reappearing

after a friend found motivation once again.

Orange lights

orange lights perceived after the blue hour

Every sunset,

they're accompanied by the purple skies.

I chased them in solitude

during a random early afternoon

but they're more wonder-inducing when with company.

The clouds were dark earlier.

Now, sunrays entering through

the cranny of the windows

caught my eye.

Someone would rather compose like a sensible songwriter

than romanticize everything through love songs.

Someone would prefer to cry along an unpopular character

than feel her heart flutter.

 

Classic

The words of my brain dump are quite messy

like any other creative.

Not every piece is for everyone

especially the classics.

I've grasped that along the way.

There's someone from a different generation

who notices your written freestyle.

It is the age when everyone has a liking for convenience

except for an old soul

who still prefers handwritten efforts and sagas

who has inclination to converse over coffee.

 

Surely, there's a distance between the two

when one is gazing upon the other

while the latter is looking away.

They are almost friends

until the first one crosses

the bridge between them.

Certainly, it is the age

when some folks haven't discerned

that there's a love that is willing to stand under one sky

and is not reluctant to be rained on with you.