I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism. – Abigail Reynolds
I am a city café cat,
Always punctual for a cup of coffee!
That wakes me up every morning.
With its heavenly aroma and liquid beauty.
One sip of you defines me my territories,
And illustrates me hardbacks that I read the day before.
A cup of you is my soul’s diary,
From which I sip my silent orisions.
A cup of espresso at dawn,
And a cappuccino with two easy eggs on breakfast.
Removes pallor of the night,
and helps me to descant on paradoxes of life smoothly.
My afternoon siesta ends with latte,
A cup of coffee honeyed with milk.
And before dinner I prefer it dark,
Akin to lava of hopeful steam radiating from the cup.
Not sure why I drink morning coffee,
May be it is just a morning ritual.
Of a cup, hot water, milk, and some brown gravel.
But, it is unquestionably more than that to me,
The meditation or bliss can it be.