It has been raining since last hour
which gave me a chance to think of him.....
He met me in regular coffee shop
while waiting for rain to stop.....
I was there having you with me
for scribbling my thoughts and ideas coming.......
Fortunately that day no ideas wandered by
as I looked around to get a little..........
And there our eyes met, stuck in the gaze
as if held by a very strong thread unable to break-free.....
He smiled showing his perfectly white teeth
and I, like a mad woman waved him to come over........
YOU ARE READING
Traveler, Coffee and Rain
PoetryIt is the poetic short romantic story of how writer and traveler meet.......how the relation takes beautiful turns in short period of time.....and whether the writer will follow her heart and go with him or will she remain in same old place...
