!!..A Cup of Coffee..!!

Scorching sun gave way to clouds of grey,
I stood by the coffee shop,With a hot cappuccino.
Sipping it languidly as the drops of coffee savoured my taste buds.
Thoughts meandered as the caffeine slicked my brain.
Bustling traffic, Insane Honks
And the parched smoke charring the lifeline.
Amidst this,
Life tried to weave a rosy picture painted with colors of this grave world....

My ears heard a utter,
My eyes saw a flutter.
I turned back as my heart heard a cry.
A woman thin and pale,
In her early 30's.
Ashed eyebrows, face smeared with leprosy marks.
Her Hair unwashed and unkempt to web her plight.
Every wrinkle on her face had a story to tell.
Tattered chunks of rugs draped her like the shattered folds.
Wore a blue knicker stained and greased with woes of life.
Her lean, thinned out legs anchored the burden of self.
Her senses in shambles, uttering in a dialect of her own,
Which none could decipher but only drew crowd's attention towards her dismay...

All was she barren and abandoned,
Life had tricked her like a game of cards.
She clasped her blue knicker like a woman with no dignity.
Seemed she was unclean with the menstrual blood dripping all over.
Rubbing those parts which owed her pain.
I couldn't imbibe or absorb the scene that the harsh world had afflicted her with.
My inner self quaked as if i was spilt between the reality and the illusion of life,
My nerves of emotions felt for her as the damned fate of hers gleamed in my
eyes...


A pungent stench emanated as she inched towards me.
Her eyes pitched intensely on the cup of coffee i held,
She strapped suddenly and assayed to snatch the cup of coffee.
I stepped back
And, felt awkward as the heartless people gazed with their prying eyes.
She screamed insanely as though the cup of coffee meant her all.
I wondered was i born to see this day?
I always cribbed incessantly about my life when it meted out disappointments.
And, here i was face to face,
To agnise that life had more to take away than to give...

I did my bit and bought her a cup of coffee.
And there, as she lay on the dust laden surface,
As though the life had mocked at her...
Squalling and Shrieking in anguish,
Collecting those empty cups of coffee...

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