Coffee Date
"पूछूँ तेरे बारे
चढ़ते दिन से, शाम से भी
ना है चैन तेरी याद से भी, नाम से भी"
- Irshad Kamil
You called to meet me at a coffee shop,
The coffee shop where we met first,
It was raining heavily that day,
And due to shortage of seats we had to sit together.
We were sitting in a corner,
You asked me whether I'd like to have something,
I politely said no,
Yet you ordered two cups of coffee.
I despise coffee,
A sharp bitter taste tearing down my throat,
Yet that day it tasted delicious,
The rain was heavy, it felt cold,
Yet every word of yours felt like a warm breeze,
Your smile and those glimmering eyes felt as if I'd been welcomed home,
After a long time,
I've found someone familiar in a world of chaos.
I took the last sip of the coffee, and it tasted bitter,
It felt bitter because the rain had stopped,
45 minutes had passed and you had to leave,
Although we exchanged numbers, today was the second time we spoke to each other.
The coffee shop where we met first,
It was raining heavily that day,
And due to shortage of seats we had to sit together.
We were sitting in a corner,
You asked me whether I'd like to have something,
I politely said no,
Yet you ordered two cups of coffee.
I despise coffee,
A sharp bitter taste tearing down my throat,
Yet that day it tasted delicious,
The rain was heavy, it felt cold,
Yet every word of yours felt like a warm breeze,
Your smile and those glimmering eyes felt as if I'd been welcomed home,
After a long time,
I've found someone familiar in a world of chaos.
I took the last sip of the coffee, and it tasted bitter,
It felt bitter because the rain had stopped,
45 minutes had passed and you had to leave,
Although we exchanged numbers, today was the second time we spoke to each other.
They say it takes 15 minutes for the coffee to kick in,
But since that rainy day i have always been high,
High on the hope that I'd meet you again,
The thought of meeting you again is what kept me alive,
Was i a fool to think that we'd meet again?
I dream a lot,
I dream enough to have you visit them,
I wonder if I ever visited yours,
Oh what a curse to be a poet,
To write poems for a person I've only met once.
I've come to the cafe,
And I've sat on the same table,
Everything seems so nostalgic,
Except today was a hot, summer day,
I wore my favourite shirt,
Bought a beautiful boquet of flowers,
And had learned a few things about coffee,
Yet you are not here.
I've ordered a cup of coffee,
And the first sip tasted bitter,
Bitter enough to tear my throat,
Because it's been 45 minutes since I've come here,
Looks like i have lost a home.
I hate this,
I despise coffee,
I thought of calling you, but looks like you've made up your mind,
Suddenly it has started raining,
But i will not wait for you,
I'm going to walk under the rain to hide my tears,
Oh what a curse to be a poet,
To cry for someone you've only met once.
But since that rainy day i have always been high,
High on the hope that I'd meet you again,
The thought of meeting you again is what kept me alive,
Was i a fool to think that we'd meet again?
I dream a lot,
I dream enough to have you visit them,
I wonder if I ever visited yours,
Oh what a curse to be a poet,
To write poems for a person I've only met once.
I've come to the cafe,
And I've sat on the same table,
Everything seems so nostalgic,
Except today was a hot, summer day,
I wore my favourite shirt,
Bought a beautiful boquet of flowers,
And had learned a few things about coffee,
Yet you are not here.
I've ordered a cup of coffee,
And the first sip tasted bitter,
Bitter enough to tear my throat,
Because it's been 45 minutes since I've come here,
Looks like i have lost a home.
I hate this,
I despise coffee,
I thought of calling you, but looks like you've made up your mind,
Suddenly it has started raining,
But i will not wait for you,
I'm going to walk under the rain to hide my tears,
Oh what a curse to be a poet,
To cry for someone you've only met once.
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