crumbling cookies


the urge

to let the

borders of self blur

and invite indulgence in


the bridge

between submission

and subscription to

destiny and desires


crumbling cookies

between curled up feet

dipping crisps in potions

of teasing warmth and wit


comforting cuppas

melodious kettle whistles

smooth aromas fill empty spaces

with tender ginger tones


choices present

as binary options

gentle nudging of the

day into the night


or staying potently awake

the hours morph into blankets

of dreams, a psychedlic canvas

tossing into pillows of flashbacks


endless evenings

a desk, wafts of music

many silences, and an ennui

fingers hold the cup in a carress


the intoxicating impact

of a humble addiction

rejuvenating senses

revealing the secrets


of my helpless

submission to night caps

cocktailed into sleep readiness

and another cup of tea relished, yet again!


NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 1

Secret Pleasure


Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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