By K Lakshanya
I want to watch the sky blush as the first ray of sunlight plants her a kiss,
I want to feel the sea caressing my feet, I want to soak in the salt-air and the bliss
I want to make memories of dancing with the downpour, which, gazing at the rainbow, I can later reminisce
I want to savour every sip, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to unravel the world, to explore mystical lands
I want to wind my way through suburbs and streets, till I know ‘em like the palms of my hands
I want to leave behind footprints before waves of Time can wash away the sands
I want to relish its bittersweet flavour, before my coffee turns cold
I want to lose myself in the markets, and buy every trinket that catches my eye
I want to read books that bring me a smile, listen to music that makes me cry
I want to gift myself moments as magical as fireflies against the serene night sky.
I want to feel the warmth of my cup, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to feel those pangs of fear and despair that fill the void when loved ones depart
I want to sense the ecstasy of rekindling old passions, rediscovering lost pieces of my heart
I want to make mistakes, crumble, pause, get back on my feet and restart
I want to wipe away spilled drops, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to fall in love, to soar to the skies with my feet on the ground
I want to discover the excitement of finding love and of being found
I want to be enchanted by his eyes, mesmerised as the beats of his heart resound
I want to revel in its magical taste, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to light up some lives, and wipe away someone’s tears
I want to conquer every tunnel where I was lost, I want to outgrow each of my fears
I want to strum the strings of kindness loud enough to be heard by hearts, not just ears
I want to share a sip with the world, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to look into the mirror, one day, and witness a heart of gold
I want to paint my vision; voice my buried songs and tales untold
I want to narrate stories of a life truly lived, to my grandkids when I’m feeble and old
I want to make the most of each drop, before my coffee turns cold.
I want to make the most of each drop,
Before my coffee turns cold.
By K Lakshanya
Very nice! Keep it up!
"I want to strum the strings of kindness loud enough to be heard by hearts, not just ears
I want to share a sip with the world, before my coffee turns cold." Very nice lines!
I am a coffee person and no doubt reading it in backyard took me to the mystical lands for a moment best is not the right word to describe simply awesome you are rocking my girl
As soon as you say Coffee, it does bring it's own memories and we can follow along better😁 Beautiful writing Lakshanya!
Fantastic