My countless hours are spent at a coffee shop where I finish most of my writing. Many fictional characters are born out of my imagination, and a few of them take shape from the folks I observe at the coffee shop. Quite a few of my poems are based on the coffee shop as a central theme. Dark roast black coffee soothes my soul, I feel I’m sipping life, life which is so similar to the cup of Black Coffee. There’s always that ray of hope on the top rim of the cup, but deep down, it’s all black, like a dark Abyss. With each sip, I keep guessing the depth of the cup, just as I try to guess the depth of my life. How long I’m going to be there? And how much time do I have? I take merry, in the colour of the froth, those tiny bubbles which shine like dew drops. Each sip gets me closer to reality, that in real life, there’s no shiny froth, I have to be like a dark roast, acing each test and struggling to stay afloat. At times, I wonder whether I should have been a coffee Reader or an amateur Tasseographer, but then again, once the cup runs dry, I stare at the residue, making vivid shapes of those used coffee grounds and keep smiling to myself. This habit gave birth to one of my favourite poems – Black Coffee.
Excerpt from my Potery Book – Nevrospastos ( The Puppet )
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