It curls lazily up
the steam from my morning mug,
like a cat stretching reluctantly,
misting the window pane
A temporary canvas
on which my finger,
of its own volition,
reaches out to create
fleeting art
a split second too late
The mist dissipates
the glass clears
My obdurate heart
wants a momentary masterpiece
I bring my mug closer
fog up the square again
A smile drifts on my face
The mug warms my hands
A thin spire rises
leaving a white patch
This time I draw a heart
watch it vanish
imagine it's still lost to you
My hands feel no warmth
The coffee has cooled
Now I will have to make a fresh mug
This time I'll stay away from the window
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
the steam from my morning mug,
like a cat stretching reluctantly,
misting the window pane
A temporary canvas
on which my finger,
of its own volition,
reaches out to create
fleeting art
a split second too late
The mist dissipates
the glass clears
My obdurate heart
wants a momentary masterpiece
I bring my mug closer
fog up the square again
A smile drifts on my face
The mug warms my hands
A thin spire rises
leaving a white patch
This time I draw a heart
watch it vanish
imagine it's still lost to you
My hands feel no warmth
The coffee has cooled
Now I will have to make a fresh mug
This time I'll stay away from the window
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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