Love, Rain and Black Coffee

The café was full of talks.

People talking about life to each other.
I was alone the only one there.
It is not the loneliness which I love.
It is the voice of people.
We love everytime.
May be a person or a book.
I have loved you, and through you
The world.
It is the rain which has taught me
Why every tear is beautiful.
I have learned love from the rain.
When it is raining it drench the body.
When you are in love it drench the soul.
Every love has the story of depart.
The person holding your hand
Is far away from your soul.
The love has a tone of loneliness.
The more you are in love
The more lonely you are.
Some times when you feel that
Love in the rain has made your moment
You need some black coffee.
If you haven’t tasted some bitterness
Then it is not love.

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Author: sayantanjourno

A coffee addict. I love to read books. Writing is my passion. I write poems and articles on life. I am a journalist by profession. I write reports on political and social issues. Here you will find some of my writings on various socio-political-economic issues. I love traveling, photography and music. I am doing theater for more than 13 years now. So write to me on work.sayantan@gmail.com. Share your perspectives of life and love. Follow me on twitter @SayantanDreamz.

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