|Picture Courtesy: Pooja Cornelius|
Slurrp! Those bothersome sips
From the hot chocolate, twirling on the table
That would thrust me into the depths of illusions -
That there would be a world
Free of erratic sights and unpleasant sounds!
I'd fancy that world - silent and depopulated.
But chaos is a pattern, and it keeps coming back
Unlike my illusions - it stays!
And it tells me, someday,
This chair would be occupied.
My coffee mug - filled again
My heart would be - intense with love
And our talks - a spree!
That day emptiness and silence
Will only rest in my imagination
And you would walk by
Creating a chaos
Filling - the empty chair
-And my heart!