"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

The tantalizing aroma, I love to smell you. The soothing flavour, I love to taste you. The warmth, I love to touch you. The freshness, I love to feel you. A sip, I love to kiss you. Oh! Dear coffee, I love you!!!

Opened the window of my heart, Like a breath you touch and depart. That tender feather-touch, I felt, And in you, here I melt. My heart whispers in perfect silence, You stood a window away, in stillness. You came like a wind that night, Woke me up with streaks of light. I wanted you to stay, While you drifted away. I looked as far as I could, And a window away you stood. You shine brighter than the star; I could only watch you from afar. A million words to say, I wish earnestly, you never may. For I wait the whole long day, Still you stand a window away. The moment you step aside; The sun take the throne in pride, Like a picture that fade, You hide behind the shade. Out to the sky, I stretched my hand, But, a window away you stand.

In search of silence; On my bed I sat and asked, What is silence? Whir of the fan replied: Silence! What's that? Loud pop music on T.V shouted, I don't know! Dripping tap water murmered; There's nothing called silence! I went out in search of silence, Honking horns of vehicles said, We've no idea. I moved ahead to know silence; Crows on trees didn't answer, But just cawed. A tunnel I saw, I went into the tunnel, Too dark it was, Nothing I heard, No one I saw; All alone I felt, Tired me sat on the floor. The exhausted mind said, Silence is peace. While the lonesome heart said: Silence is loneliness!

The womb, 'The womb' that bore you, Until  you saw daylight, Even if not revered, Forget it not! The tears, 'The tears' of happiness, When they held you in their arms, If you can't recollect, Just don't forget. The hands, 'The hands' which held you, When you stumbled down, You may not remember, But never ever forget. The eyes, 'The eyes' that stayed open, the whole night, Till you went to deep sleep, If you don't remember, Try! to not forget. The tongue, 'The tongue' which taught you, The very lessons of life, Do you remember? Better not forget. The fingers, 'The fingers' that locked yours, When you cried to see mommy, If you can't recall , Still don't forget them! The palms, 'The palms' that patted you and said, "Don't worry, daddy's princess!" Don't you dare forget, Even though you can't remember. The feet, 'The feet' which you touche