Coffee, Flowers and Irony

A cup of coffee waiting on the table
Waiting for me
In a cup printed with flowers too amiable.

Notwithstanding the bitterness
It’s too tempting
The cup has all the flowery artiness.

How ironic is the thin porcelain
Separates the bitter
From the love in the colorful ordain.

The thin line is forbidden to be transgressed
Love is blind
But coffee can never be blessed.

Note: In the poem above I to refer coffee as a liquid that tastes bitter but is supported by sugar to make it sumptuous. There are flowers printed on the cup, and the thickness of the porcelain is all that separates the bitter (and sugarless) liquid from the lovely flowers on the outer surface. It seems ironic to me how the thin porcelain behaves – it keeps the bitter and sweet from mixing and yet if it cracks (to let them mix) it is thrown away. But for life to be lovable, bitter and sweet has to mix into a potion of love that would always sustain every soul and give hope to every heart. And often when this happens, every objective is met, every desired fulfilled and every dream materialized – it leaves nothing more to live for. Also not to forget are the effects of coffee – it reduces sleep, freshens up the mind and also reduces weight. It becomes harmful when taken in excessive quantities. All this should explain the poem.

Once Again

Like a sword I raise my hand
And let it fall down
Like a door I close my eyes
And open them once again.

Like an eagle I turn my neck
And turn it back looking front
Like a knife I cut the pain
And hope to do it once again.

Like a mouse I vanish in a blink
But come in light to feed my heart
Like a gem I shine in light
But become useless once I am in dark again.

Like a tear I fall from an eye
And dry dead in vain
Like a drop of sweat I dry on the skin
I am gone once again.

Like the sun I raise every morning
But burn out by the end of the day
Like a distant star I am seen from earth
Move your eye and I vanish once again.

Like a brain I will think till I breathe
Stop the breath and I am dead
Like a heart I beat every second
If it beats for someone then I am dead once again.