Saturday, September 12, 2009

Queen's Lane Coffeehouse

 
And as walled chestnut pure,
Restricted imagery only secure,
Where the broken ones trade
Teacups and hearts glass made.

Steamed air from brew machine
Or precise miracles of caffeine,
Breathe counter born contribution
In hearsay or polite conversation.

Yet, of the shop in street corner
Soul lies not in beans however,
Rather ladies with skirts unfold
And sires who fondly behold.

Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,
Let crescendo of wordless talk,
And loners, desolations surpass,
Gaze from behind the wineglass.

What’s sorrier than any woe?
For those who come and they go,
Comes who(ever), times cleave,
Because people always leave.

19 comments:

mania said...

"Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,
Let crescendo of wordless talk,
And loners, desolations surpass,
Gaze from behind the wineglass."

inspired as always.

Fareed said...

Many thanks.

Anonymous said...

Simple yet splendid.

Medha said...

I wish to blogroll you.
I hope thats a good enough excuse.

Fareed said...

You do that.

Anushay. said...

Wow.
Fareed, wow.

Fareed said...

Thanks for the 'wow'.

Ali said...

Time cleaves people
and people always leave
'tis only the aftertaste that lingers
to be free means to have no space to breath

aromas grinding are the topic
of thisd years fair
there is nothing quite as lonely
my kindred friend
than am empty wineglass shared.

welcome to my favourites.

Fareed said...

Much recognised, thank you.

Eeda said...

ditto ali. :)

Fareed said...

Downright gratified :)

Heavenly Muse said...

hmmm.....cafe can be such an appropriate metaphor for life.....simply superb...

Fareed said...

Much honoured. Thank you.

Salman Latif said...

Beautifully written!! :)
And I love the look of your blog too :P

Fareed said...

I thank you for that.

::She Poet:: said...

I love the atmosphere of a coffee shop. You've really captured the essence of life, lovers, and senses in this poem coupled with the beautiful illustration. Thanks for stopping by, I appreciate it.

Fareed said...

Much acknowledged.

Meghana Naidu said...

"souls lie not in beans, however."

an absolutely delightful read 'twas. of the kind that makes you smile in shared understanding.

i'll be back for more, ive been looking for a poetry blog that i can bear to read for a while now.

Fareed said...

I'm glad if I cover you so.