Coffee: Brewed Elixir

In the morning’s gentle light, a brew of dreams,
Awakens senses with aromatic streams.
From modest drips to grand espresso’s flow,
Each cup whispers of places we yearn to know.

In the café’s warm embrace, steam swirls and dances,
Crafting coffee as art, a connoisseur’s entranced glances.
Latte’s creamy kiss, cappuccino’s foam,
Sip by sip, we find comfort, feel at home.

Dark as midnight, yet a beacon of hope,
The mighty americano, helping us cope.
For some, it’s the affogato’s sweet surprise,
Melting over espresso, a dessert in disguise.

But wait, there’s more to this magical bean,
A world of flavors, waiting to be seen.
Enter the realm of orange brew’s delight,
A citrusy twist, to spark the night.

Cold brew whispers secrets, chilled and bold,
While Turkish coffee tells stories ages old.
From French press to pour-over, we explore,
The boundless depths of coffee’s allure.

As twilight fades, it’s an ally in adventure’s stride,
And a trusted comrade in late-night’s quiet.
In each sip, an elixir divine, casting it’s spell,
Mysteries in every cup, weaving stories to tell.

I’m Fine

In the depths of night, beneath a facade so bright,
Lies the bruises and scars, hidden from sight.
“I’m fine,” whispers the soul, a silent plea,
Bearing the weight alone, for none to see.

No solace in wine, no respite in tears,
Just a silent battle fought through the years.
Restraining the urge to brawl or to cry,
Pride becomes the armor, though it’s a lie.

Each step taken, a heavy toll to pay,
Yet onward we march, come what may.
For strength is found in the quiet resolve,
To endure the pain, to evolve and absolve.

So here’s to the bruises and scars we bear,
For they make us resilient, beyond compare.
Though hidden behind a veil of “I’m fine,”
We rise again, stronger each time.

Echoes of Instinct

Lurking through the dark, the devil laughs;

Waiting for opportunity, to crawl up your calves.

No ringer, no warning, it would give;

Trust instinct; signals you ought to sieve.

Believe it, everything will get back to zero;

Sure, you would rise again as a hero.

Delusional you might feel, every other night;

When you can’t shed off the feeling, too weak to fight.

Lessons from past just can’t be ignored;

Need appraisal, on the shelves, should  be stored.

Lean forward to make the adjustment for pace;

Aim to win the battle, don’t muddle in stupid race.

Labyrinth of souls

In the world of strangers; lost  you roam,

Where faces blur and voices fade,

A labyrinth of souls; each one unknown,

In shadows; cast by light’s cascade.

Changing minds and altering the belief,

Holding our truth; crossing the bridge,

With every crossover; however brief,

We find ourselves always on difficult ridge.

Tangled path; bound by destiny thread,

Hoping for better tomorrow; we pray,

Walking the path; hard to tread,

Forgiving, we must be, like molding clay.

Awakening dreams or sleepless night,

Be the energy you ought to find,

Let your dreams not go out of sight,

Your own spirit will guide; won’t let you collide.

Resilience unveiled: Navigating life’s uncharted Course

In scriptures’ pages, wisdom unfurls,
Yet forgetting one’s journey, a hollow swirl.

For each step taken, let kindness guide,
In process, let no wounded hearts hide.

In shadows of doubt, the self may obscure,
Just sought within, let authenticity stir.

Knowledge is pain, a journey profound;
Grow strength, shed layers, on life’s battleground.

The syllabus you see has no structured lines,
No curriculum defined, where freedom shines.

Rigid chapters with no predetermined course,
Life’s essence flows with an unpredictable force.

In the crucible’s flame, in the swirling whirls,
Remind thyself of the scars and the precious pearls.

A poem of resilience is journey’s crest,
let your soul not die until you rest.

Just Think

Just Think

Not to withhold emotions; but contain them to yourself,

Be confident in your choices; yet don’t appear “bragging”,

You must be sophisticated; but not meek to be run over,

You may hold the baton; however, it won’t make you a leader,

And this is all just perception; must not be taken seriously.

Life: Symphony or Mosaic

Life: Symphony or Mosaic

Through quiet corners of solitude, observe the reality;
Identify profiles of motivation to establish sanity,
Still seek solace, as some might accuse you of vanity.

To survive and thrive through the disorder of the storm;
Enmesh in the endeavour for right, in any form;
Emphasize certain self-identities, don’t be encased in a dome.

To lose oneself can never be a plausible choice;
Belief and trust will cost dearly, the price tag shouldn’t surprise;
Put doubts in the rear-view mirror, yes that will suffice.

Navigate the differences to find the similarity;
Endeavour should be to acknowledge the possibility;
Not everyone is meant to stay, don’t test your fragility.

No one plays in black and white; people draw power from grey;
Make efforts to make it work; for strength, you ought to pray;
Expectations are a waste of time, believe in what they demonstrate and say.

Quirky Reverie

Dream or a memory, both aspects of consciousness;

No point in losing to oblivion, just take a recess.

Fog of delusion holding its might;

Night continuous, no sight of the light.

Sentient souls distort the engram,

Immanently open, but not ready to reprogram.

Seeking solitude and not games to play;

Better to be afar than constant slay.

Harmonious yet frequent mismatch of perception,

There lies the conflict, feels like targeted deception.

Micro aggregation finally tips the scales,

Liberating from self created purgatory, the soul wails.

Interweaving the illusion, no more evading the truth;

Put in the rear-view mirror, armour for a well-known sleuth.

Eccentricities of the world won’t delude your mind;

A greater purpose in life that you ought to find.

Whispers of Resilience

Whispers of Resilience

Sudden disruption causes symptoms of withdrawal,

Things seem hazy; you curl up and crawl,

Failing to grasp reality, reasoning; you want to stall,

Leaving a throbbing wound, causing the fall.

Past disappointments and present chaos don’t let you feel,

Notions and beliefs cause pain that refuses to heal,

Absence is jarring, leaving loss you wish to conceal,

Illuminating new darkness that you try to seal.

Insurmountable obstacles impede your progress,

Will compound frustration and build distress,

Incessant thoughts; you must now stop and address,

Put in heart and soul; use the superpower you possess.

Lost to the wind, created intricacies beyond comprehension,

Acts never linked; but words leave a deep impression,

Dealing with demons within; you tend to choke on premonition,

Right! Get into warrior mode; it’s time to answer the enigmatic question.

Stop pushing yourself into a shell, and be led by your dreams,

Imprison the fear before it enslaves and blocks all the beams,

Emotions are the messengers of the soul and “intuition” as it seems,

Consciousness unclouds the mystic realm, and happiness gleams.