Café
(TO THE WOMEN- VII)
She dusts his coat; whispers in his ears;
“You are special tonight.” Whispers roam like subtle essence.
He does not feel her fingers, her presence.
She moves to the table next. An old man sits with long beard.
She runs her fair limbs through his rough mane
but does not utter a word, she knows the man is little deaf.
She moves from tables to tables, agile;
looking at the misplaced souls and making them at ease.
She raises an eyebrow to the speakers
emitting automatic songs, streaming, humming in ether;
she prefers live music from dark lips
singing with days’ lethargy, with pathos and with love.
She does not like the cook smoking cigars.
They smoky room does not pay attention, she roams there,
inconspicuous, neglected past
until she comes before the sepia photograph.
She with a wry emotion steps in it.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
Thanks for posting to Writing Reservoir
Maybe more time spent on quality, less on quantity.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
a very clever spirit...and wonderfully written, Kushal.
(women~special week)
The ending has a very interesting twist to it ~ marvelous! . . .
until she comes before the sepia photograph.
She with a wry emotion steps in it.
EXCERPT ~ by Kushal Poddar
mystical ending
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !