Before me is a cup of hot cappuccino
topped with milk
foam in the shape of a heart.
A heart floating in a
bowl of heavily scented silence.
In a silky white attire,
bewitching the ailing
minds,
assuring of an ethereal future.
A gentle kiss. The
milky foamy heart, a healer in pretense,
seeps slowly into my
overcast depth
only to stimulate dampen
sparks
Unfamiliar faces, yet so
soothing
I stare at nothing in
particular
A forwarded joke on my
WhatsApp and
I text back a smile.
“Still upset?”
“No, I am alright” a digital smile in return.
Start everything again from the debris
seal open wounds, and smile
we are resilient you see. Brave.
I stare at nothing in particular.
A Waitress in multicoloured synthetic hair braids
is returning with an empty tray
raking an uncomfortable past up.
Her young boyfriend, missing since a month
was a thief with many
women that she knew.
Denying the rumours about his death in a police encounter
She waits. A kind lover, she is.
A unique blend
Of half truth; the Cafe brews.
-Prajna
