Er.aadil jahangir

If you are interested. And you haven't yet tasted. Before you enter the wood. Resign to its soporific mood. Come and have a cup at 'Lost Coffee' Just by the silent shadowy tree.  In the wet autumnal evening. To hear the night moody sing. My coffee tastes of nostalgia deep. Its aroma layers of secrets do keep. The ambience inside is serene and calm. I'll be happy to offer your soul a balm. You can sit with a cup for long. Spending time here is nothing wrong. May be you will like the whispers of silence. Also the coffee, flavoursome, fragrant and dense. Maybe the coffee will make you reminisce. Put your bruised ego at ease. Perhaps unobserved, you will shed a tear. Remembering someone once so dear. Like this the cold night will creep in. And you will finally let the present win. You will get up and smile and go. And I will watch the misty darkness glow. @Er.Aadil Jahangir

The city tends to forget you. You become obscured from its view. Amidst the fury, dazzle and sizzle. You become forgotten in a drizzle. You wait for a message, wish or call. But only the shadows stand tall. You expect your emotions to be reciprocated. Only the shadows get elongated. It's easy for the city to ignore and insult. Arrogance and rudeness have become cult. It has measured your sincerity. And exploited your simplicity. But it doesn't forget everyone. With the rich and smart it does have fun. It has inherited a culture of selfishness. In flashy parties and drinks it finds grace. You must move away dear. Because the city doesn't care about your pain and tears. Withdraw and find solace in the shadows. Find a quiet alley between the towering rows. It's in the city's blood to use and throw. To burn you agonisingly slow. The city just doesn't deserve you. Its culture is stale with nothing new. @ Er.Aadil Jahangir