Friday, August 06, 2010

When The Coffee Cup Empties

The stain arranges itself in a graceful arc
At the bottom of the cup
He sees it, for the fifth time
And shuffles, unsure
He turns his hand slightly to look at his watch

Her hand emerges from within the shawl
And lands gently on his wrist
Putting a shroud over time, as if

There is a time to go
And then
There is a time to stay


Vidya said...

beautiful. :)

Parth said...

@Vidya: Thanks!

frissko said...

Nice :)...

Anonymous said...

wow!! u write so well.. have been reading your blog for a while.

Parth said...

@Frissko: Thanks!

@Anon: Thanks much for your kind words. Please keep visiting.