The city sky still warm; burnt orange with ash clouds

Rain will come or not time can say; the breeze is damped diesel

Walking down the street as stranger, am the one of thousand

—-

There she is, my friend my guide–a decade & two or more–my sister

She talk of society when I say to break out of the wedlock

But, I know she is in love; her marriage life is monsoon sea though.

After a long I am seeing her smile; all will say she is happy

Only I know what torment lies under those happy hazelnut eyes.

The sky all its distance is composition of grey mixed with ample west orange.

—-

A young lady I saw with her baby; a cheeky chubby little miss she is

It seem I know someone look like her; cold I felt as I sip on Kold Koffee

Or is it a pang that chime sudden. My sister radiant as her husband on phone.

Incompleteness disappeared as the cold; I sip on her Mango Krush.

The sky is now grey azure; one two few stars twinkling on the neon sky.

—-

My Friend Sister Guide

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12 thoughts on “Kold Koffee & Mango Krush

  1. The comparison of her married life to monsoon sea, ‘happy hazelnut eyes’, it’s really nice, they paint such a beautiful picture in my mind.
    ” The sky all its distance is composition of grey mixed with ample west Orange!” These words brother! So well written and beautiful. I loved this line a lot!

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