An invisible hand that paints my life;

my mornings savour the taste of the coffee 

being poured sweetly with music in my mug. 

My window opens instantly with no password or a key. 

Watching the world flow beyond the mist gathered on the glass 

and feeling the warmth of the mist 

I gather in my heart the blending of the colour of my coffee 

and the tingling sensation of grey world out in the morning rush. 

Come and share with me once my bitter sweet coffee inside the room 

and beyond the glass of the window pane 

The world tinged with the shades of gray.

Sushama Karnik