We love sipping on coffee for hours in a cosy cafe. Be it alone or with others. And sometimes, you can't help but observe your surroundings. So many stories hidden behind every face. So many conversations happening on every table. Even outside the cafe, between people passing by. This is about that moment.
From a quaint window seat
I scribble on an empty diary,
a coffee for my thoughts
the protector of my worries.I notice the workaholics
and the sweetest lovebirds
engaged in conversations
with the little lies blurred.I notice the hazy silhouettes
searching for some solace,
heads bowed in toxicity
mixed in the concrete cityscape.So many moments captured
in empty cups and plates,
their reflections smile in silence
while I move on with my day.— it's all in the little things
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Little Things (NaPoWriMo 2024)
PoetryHave you ever had this epiphany of immense satisfaction or peace, while doing the most mundane thing in life? Like watching a sunset, or sharing a cup of tea with your loved ones. A comforting hug from your sibling or a shared laugh with your best...