The bird and the tree

Conversations have been the spine of my life. The need to talk, express, understand and to connect is primal for me. This is immaterial of the space I operate . Many a times, I have found myself gasping for some soulful conversations. They are also the way I clear my head and my heart- either for a brainstorm, bounce-board or an emotional windscreen wiper.

Around the  same time last year, I had written a poem about coffee and this year, around the same time , Coffee is making a come-back.What a year it has been and the full circle it has come?!!

Though I come across a coffee aficionado, the truth is, I care more about the conversations.

Coffee never felt this good.
Conversations only made it better.
What a thought to share it while it lasts?!
Now our cups are empty and words run dry.
Is it you ? Is it me ? Why do I cry?
I can't seem to figure it.
Am I crying for you or because of you?
Why am I feeling sorry for you?
You seem to be thriving.
Why do I feel a void within you?
That you are lonely , that you need help.
Am I a pretend miracle-worker?
Am I delusional ?
Delusional seems more plausible.
You have declared, "No more coffee for me".
What about conversations?
Guess it is the same as coffee.
What did I expect?
There is nothing as forever.
You fly high .
I will search deeper.
The bird and the tree grow differently.