Coffee
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A Travelogue of Ashes My coffee smelled ashes- Sad farewell Morning awash in faint luminescence Remainder of last night’s moon Still sadder lingering Not meant to be That morning Lunar glow drowning in the lake Last breath of ripples before freezing Us Coffee in bed Not meant to be Sitting in my arm chair With my coffee smelling like ashes Tasting like burnt feathers- I could only sip the dirges of wings, Speak of skies, dream of nests… In that morning…. When he kissed my fingertips, The cup slipped off my grip Shattering pearly porcelain, I took out a mug, poured fresh coffee Ignoring a mumbled apology I did not bother to explain The broken cup was a family heirloom Urn-like, with scenes of solitude Painted in blue and smoke grey A temporary container for ancestral ashes I started taking my coffee in it After my grandmother‘s death. Though women of my family hardly travelled
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A Travelogue of Ashes
My coffee smelled ashes-
Sad farewellMorning awash in faint luminescenceRemainder of last night’s moonStill sadder lingering
Not meant to beThat morningLunar glow drowning in the lakeLast breath of ripples before freezingUsCoffee in bedNot meant to be
Sitting in my arm chairWith my coffee smelling like ashesTasting like burnt feathers-I could only sip the dirges of wings,Speak of skies, dream of nests…In that morning….
When he kissed my fingertips,The cup slipped off my grip Shattering pearly porcelain, I took out a mug, poured fresh coffeeIgnoring a mumbled apology
I did not bother to explainThe broken cup was a family heirloomUrn-like, with scenes of solitudePainted in blue and smoke greyA temporary container for ancestral ashesI started taking my coffee in itAfter my grandmother‘s death.Though women of my family hardly travelledTheir ashes made it to the ocean
In the new mugThe coffee retained the smell of ashesAnd the flavor of burnt feathers
