Coffee And the Temple Bell. Poem by Akash Biswas

(You Love Coffee, And I Love Its Smell☕
Your Voice Entered My Soul Like A Temple's Bell.) 🔔

Sometimes this bell's
Sound brings me peace,
But it's also annoying when I'm deep in sleep.

I think life is like coffee with a little sugar—
Sometimes bitter, sometimes better.

I know the coffee and the temple bell have no relation,
But they're linked in how they both wake me and ruin my patience.

It hurts to think that maybe God is sleeping like a dead cell,
Tired, disturbed, and praying to humans: Please stop ringing the temple bell.
He knows he could awaken with a sip of coffee,
And work for his creations more thoughtfully.
But nowadays, he's seen the truth and finds,
No one who feels or understands his mind.

Now I'm confused—if God is sleeping, who controls all things?
Who infuses coffee's scent, or makes the temple bell ring?

Is God a moron? Why did he create humans?
Why are humans destroying themselves in battles,
If god really exist, then i feel so bad for him,
it is so funny that his creations give him so many titles.


(Then I realise, Life is a journey where every scenario is temporary and so we just no need to carry the smell of the coffee or ringing the temple bells,
we just need to enjoy the journey and dive into ourselves.) ⚓


Akash Biswas