IT WASN'T JUST ABOUT THE "COFFEE".

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 the unbearable bitterness of toil and strife,
So, we captured and collected our fragile memories in the timeless frame of phantom life.

But whatever the situational irony is, we are savoir of us in our highs and lows,
No matter what kind of snag comes in our way to muddle, we always go with the flow,
We released the unwelcome stress-flies from the window to held the desirable cherry glow.

That's how we two wrapped up our wonderful evening and swayed the memento
 in our la la land a little bit slow....!!!!!!  





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