The Seething Brew
By Abhishek Pandey
Man's faithful friend lies curled up,
In hope of a fond sleep,
And the black-breasted being chirps,
Upon the frigid branch.
As those million bright ambassadors,
Of glimmering golden light,
Break in through the frosty morn.
The falsified mist is amidst,
The smoke of the coke and nicotine.
The wet wisps of viridity,
Are all around my bases,
As also are the xanthous leaves,
Which now lie cold and lifeless,
For all things must die.
But my steady gaze lies fixed,
Upon the brewing caffeine,
Imagining myself under the tree,
Which rises in the abstruse ravine.
Away from the life's humdrum affair,
Breathing in the pristine air,
Like wilderness in a lair.
Hums past me, a busy bee,
From flower to flower, with an innate glee.
A mite of cardamom and clove,
And the aroma puts a spell on me.
As it beguiles my olfactory senses.
And I hope that it is not too late before,
It becomes a gustatory perception.
AP alias 'The Pandemonium' is a rather irregular person with his own way with words, he tweaks and bends giving them soul. Poetry and Philosophy being two of his greatest passions, solitude remains his greatest companion.
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