Time Cafe

Walking in the shore of presence, flower blossoms spreading positive smile in the beholder face. Rose being the almighty one, always preferable and always charming, we never could get the hold of the beholder eyes. We blossom outside of this world and hence we are called wild. Spreading our petals in the glowing sun we transferred the colour of sun into us and we are all yellowed. Rising with the hunger for self esteem we provoke our song in the wind and it blows so swift and take it to the beholder ears, yet we are not recognised. Swiftly as our petals falls and turns into the ground, the fluffy white seed grows and yet wind becomes the means of transporter, we fly high in the sky, we don’t know the boundary line, we travel with the time, and there is no destiny to touch the line. The journey that resulted without any choice of the beholder that may want to feel, that may try to keep us into the heart for our meaning of existence, none there is all selfishness raised into this world. Indeed everyone is derived by their own motives and so are we. We are dandelions.
But, still there used to be something listening to us and smiling at the broad-mindedness of our head. It is that, place where we poured the ultimate smiles and a place where we nullified every indulging affairs of mankind. Far away in a city of ancient talks, in the city of superstitious beliefs and horrific war of blame-game taking over every field, in those streets of burning violence there is existence of Time Cafe uniting us. It’s far in that place where sun shines and brings my friend near; it’s far in ultimate distance. There is still some sitting together out there in that place, but my courage to leave life aside and go out there to meet them is just imaginary.
We talked about fantasies and dreams, we talked about the nightmare life could be. We talked about steps and our plan. Then we thank to god that this Time Cafe ever withstands eye-witnessing the time. It was judging us from then to now remaining mere silent at each talk. And those teas of Time Cafe will still be glorious in future if we outstands the fight of life, fighting for pride. Now time is a gap and our ways has been separated to distant. The time cafe will always be witnessing us, ‘The poor boys’ the time has once given birth. Born on illusion of material cares world was moving by and we were stuck, sipping the glass full of teas and various cigarette puffs. Standing on the doorway and catching some chairs, smiling from heart and carrying no fears, we passed the days turned into years and Time Cafe was always listening to us without raising its voice.
It is indeed the time cafe where youth thought matured with time. The smoke puffs and sipping of tea for the world to see was just a virtual side of our life. With every smoke puffs, we shared the knowledge of each other’s mind, we shared what world consist and how we are going to be living by. Every sip of tea build base for our needs to strive toward and we were starving to know what our life holds. We don’t used to have any aim- no we don’t, neither we cared about any world where money and needs to be superior to other ever mattered. We were pure, just as much pure as water can be. The thought of being ever united linked us together and we developed the bondage that was rare.
Simply being at the infancy and hobnobbing many works and watching the pace of the solitude world passing by. Laughing at the craziness one can be for their will of existence. Running, running at full pace trying to catch the time and still they are running trying to find life. Watching the loneliness the earth holds without the time to share and laugh and we far from every creatures having plenty time giggling, pampering and sharing every matters we could ever share. I know Time Cafe is still holding our laughs and within the walls of Time Cafe our smile is still echoing and certainly it will be echoed till the eternity. And within the hearts of those by passers, the presence of the hooligans image may be still lingering and they may be wondering where all the laughter and big noise are gone, where life has faded their presence within the time, how silence knocked the Time Cafe door, how can there be no welcoming smiles once bunch of hooligans used to roar.
Longing on to those days where world was a beautiful place to live by, longing to those smiles of every well wisher of Time Cafe coming by. The age hath of time has lost the grip and time slipped us into reality, where world is a battle field. Longing to the Time cafe that build maturity, the smiles of those time will forever be residing in our heart and so will be the Time cafe existence, teaching the way to maturity to each youthful soul. Teaching how to smile and the way to joy, building the courage to set time aside and revaluate the beauty that life consist. Evaluating the inner self and giving time to self-realize before the final step toward the outside door and again Time Cafe will be in the memories of another soul.