Coffee.. as hot as my mind.
And the night.. as cold as my heart!
I thought the chill in the night would cool the anger in my mind.
I also wondered if the cool winds would warm my hot coffee.
But I want neither my mind nor my coffee to get cold.
Looks like the dark winter night gets that, it brings almost no change.
Slowly the anger in my mind descended and the coldness of heart rose way above.
They both met somewhere in between, at the bottom of my throat, choking me like a warm venom, which I very well know can neither swallow nor spit out!
And ever since then, it has been creeping through my veins making every part of me, NUMB!
Madhuri Palaji 