On a Cup of CofFEe...

On a cup of coffee …

A thought dashes through my mind, sitting alone and reading myself for a change.
What a mess it is… When I compare it to reading the most boring of novels

But I was curious how could I be managing it :D
I have this bad habit of observing people, Ok I don’t call it bad because I find it pretty entertaining.
I mean sometimes you can just make out from their face what’s in their mind… Ya at least you can assume to have predicted. And some are so busy with what’s happening around that they just forget what they are here for, where they are… These people are rather not too interesting.

But some which are gets me saying and reciting this… J

Look at those profound engrossed eyes…
Where the hell their all attention lies

Neither do they seem any fascinated in the cup of coffee they stare
Nor is anyone so lucky to simply get a glare

The bitter coffee, neither freshens them nor erodes…
When they look up all seems corrode

Someone’s walking in with a radiance that’s vivid
Someone’s leaving with a goodbye that’s crooked…

But the coffee and the eyes freezing for the one to stay
This is just how all my dreams lay

Look at the sky and you are alone in nowhere
Look down on world, and you find yourself teeming else scared

I finish my steaming cup of coffee and tend to leave for a mile
Suddenly those eyes glance up and gift away a Smile