Midnight Coffee Beans
The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her
The desk lamp the open laptop the half open window
The curtains dance softly in wind
I stare at the cold moon on the white empty bed
And the chair just beside that
A room with a resemblance of that one room
Where Van Gogh stayed and painted in Arles
Before one day he killed himself.
I see my half vanished face in darkness
I laugh to the image and nod my head
The bleeding youth remembers
The kiss that is still left on the lips
Subhadip Majumdar is a writer poet from India. He is certified in Creative Writing from University of Iowa.He also edited for a long time a reputed Bengali poetry journal. Wrote a short novel as Tumbleweed writer in Shakespeare and Company, Paris.Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication.
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