Love is a….

Love is a cup of coffee,
To each their own taste
You like to savor to savor it hot,
While i wait for it to cool down
My friend on the right likes it with milk
While the one on the left likes it dark
Yet we all agree on one thing

Love is a cup of coffee,
Always better when shared.

My front porch and I have a
special bond
Most of unspoken evenings with untouched coffee cups were spent there
We know that she won’t answer
the invitation
Yet, we wait for her everyday with
two cups of coffee
One for me and one for her

I perfected every blend, in a doubt of
which one would she like
Sarcasm it is, that my nightingale
would sing a sad symphony
While I wait with biscuits and bouquets
to have her company

Now that I think of it,
I believe that the bird knows and probably my front porch do too
That she never liked coffee
in the first place
It was tea
It always has been Tea
While all these days I second
guessed myself
All she ever tried to say was
Sharing a coffee isn’t her cup of Tea

So may be,
Love is a cup of Tea
Always tastes better when shared

- Madhu Shaghan Jayaraj