Medusa In Coffee Shop

I sat there with my untouched cup,

when the misty thicket gave way,

and went with it, it’s perennial plague,

freeing the mind, from blinding cage.

I sat there with my frozen limbs,

when I saw my timid thoughts,

seldom spared in imagined realms,

reflected in her gleaming eyes.

I sat there when they began to flow,

the streams of longing and the lust,

the river of yearning for her love,

concealed in darkness until then,

deprived of warmth at frozen depths.

I sat there still; a stone turned soul.

Her simple glance, like medusa’s gaze.

Fervent flames of desires burnt

In the helpless heap of stone.

She sat there poised, a tree in spring.

Calm as ever, like a breeze of spring.

Unruffled thoughts, she took her sips.

And I sat there, with storms within.

Thala Nyi