Some cups can never stay emptied...
Cups of lust, envy, anger and greed...
Are cups from which we all may feed...
Just keep pouring in love, and take heed...
To never really stop watering the seed...
...of hope, that all hate may end...
...and we'd have a cuppa love's blend...
here is the monsoon..
ReplyDeletein such a rainy night when emotions are wet n frozen..
a cup of warmth flavoured with some steamy love makes sense..
and also..
when i dream about the hot summer afternoon..
a cup of cold coffee in which confidence froathing...
is unavoidable...