~~~ A POETIC JOURNEY~~~~

It wasn't just about the coffee in Starbucks, That souvenir is still so fresh on our taste buds. Sitting on that brown comfy couch for hours, Sipping the warmth of worthwhile idleness, We exchanged words of leisure, life and love endlessly.  Every single sip taken was similar to taking a vow,  We got back of each other for every then and now.  Oh! I can't forget that mischievous smile of yours,  You made the evening humorously comfortable a little more,  Actually, not just a day but your presence truly never let me feel bore. Your delicate "Caramel Praline Latte" always defines you so well,  And I am still falling in the hangover of dark " Espresso Macchiato". Before us, the radiance of the ambiance was pretty calm & unmoved, But, our never-ending talks & baseless laughter illuminated the coffee room, Now, those multiple dangling lamps happily laid the linen of lightning over gloom. Never thought that a simple coffee can wipe

NO, Not Yet! I am not over the glee of this morning yet, It makes me feel so alive everyday... I am not over seeing my very own self in the mirror yet, It gives me the reflection of verisimilitude against my untarnished persona... I am not over my clumsiness in the remarkably cultivated mankind yet, It keeps my innocence immune from the accountability of being sagacious... I am not over being self-seeking and picking the best for me, It doesn't let the bug of insouciance & compunction bite me.... I am not over my unflinching voice raised to speak out loud yet, It edifies my integrity and confers me impervious life to lead.... I am not over my narcissism to get the spotlight yet, It helps me proving my own worth to myself  when it is needed... I am not over dreaming with wide open eyes instead of closed yet, It awakes my inducement to live when I search for the meaning of life... I am not over my wild fantasies to relish the intrinsic pleasure of adulthoo