A NESCAFE NIGHT

A Nescafe night with you,
I get up to close the window
you lazily gaze at the glossy
magazine cover as if reading
the title over and over again
and then I sit,
to the Nescafe night
spirits pour out mirth of ages-----

“how many kids have you”
as conversation rattles
outside two owls ponder
on the sound that
resonates to the clear throat
of solemn music, of harps
that play and owls keep
wondering------

how many fresh beans lie bet`n us
they smell charging and refreshing
and bitter dreams are well flavoured
strong and expensive.
Let the remembrance come one by one----
It`s a jumble that I fear
and I fear to stain the table cloth
do you remember---

the night breaks all shackles
outside the night is out to kill
with clenched jaws and thirst—
for something hot and exciting
and the nightly mist –
come on and on
to weave humid ambition
on the closed glass—
and night just escapes
racing away from metaphors—
let us calm a while.
The river.
The sea.
The tiger
The you.
The me.
One after another
to the calmness of the graveyard
jus sound of sipping.

Nescafe night forgets not
its better we go on ……..