Coffee Shop Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

not sure but it was an eve around Christmas
squeezing my whole existence in my right hand
masking my real self from mirrors around
sitting in the left corner of a legendary cafe
waiting for a cup of black coffee

a hopeless cry of a dying egoist
managed to reach my ear
among the piles of foolish giggles
my ears could make out an invisible sob
eyes searched for the wounded all over
nobody was heartbroken around
I wasn’t hallucinating for sure
yet no one else could hear the groans
all were happy in oblivion
merely me concerned for the forlorn
in the focus of an ethereal coffee shop

sir!
would you need more tissues
no thanks, i am done
would leave in a minute
only that waiter and God could see
who cried over his dead heart
that lovely-brunette evening
on the verge of a new year
many years back


Nov 07,2009
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© Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009