Madras coffee

Madras coffee 

Tinge of coffee so alike

Aroma Transcending the arena 

The tiny glass, the steel saucer 

It is steaming hot 

Like the memories brought back so live 

But just you are not there 

To mix it fair with your care 

I never learn the art ...you mutter

Under breath oh it is yesteryears 

I could feel my eyes swell with tears 

It is this Madras coffee

On those rainy eves 

I could tell those tales 

You would listen word by word 

It is still so sweet 

This is light years apart 

A land so lone 

Where my days and nights 

Ends so strange 

Seasons comes and goes 

Reasons keep life on

Do I miss you ..

No ..you are just me and me still you 

But this Madras coffee 

My shaking hands 

Burning fingers and thoughts 

The proportion intact

The passion swift and soft 

The love and affection in blend 

Like a kid so lost 

I wept my heart 

Your eyes ..my friend 

This Madras coffee

Just this Madras coffee

Ripping soul in its aroma

I walked out ...bold and beautiful 

I presume