Lazily I step
Out the door
Leaving the comfort
Of the home

To find a Café
Which feels my own
Welcoming and comfortable
Happy to be alone

When someone arrives
With no similar vibes
Disturbs my thoughts
Admiring the flower pots

Books are seductive
Colourful and attractive
Your presence won’t count
When books more productive

Boring are the talks
Find love in silent walks
A book in hand would be good
‘No, I am not much into food’

Coffee or Tea
My favourite treat
Watching people around
Forming new stories

©Kritika