Clock Tickles!



Clock tickles!
If I ask do you remember that wintry night?
And ask you to turn back the clock. Can you?
I am mundane to the fact that
I am the frozen and numb moment of that moonlight.
Clock tickles
And the withered love of the summer
Left you with the shattered pieces of our fairy tale..
Tears parched and you moved on,
Freeing those treasures into junk.
Clock tickles
The rains showered on the earth,
And flashed those moments again in your eyes.
But this time thy soul was dead. heart was alive.
It was 3 A.M. and you saw she was cuddling you,
In her wedding gown and a glass of wine..
And yet again you decided to let go off those snowy nights
Where I resided.

And Clock tickled.



Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.

What if, will you!



A termed love
What if one day I wake you up from your dream.
A dream of our beautiful love
And a dream of facade relation.
And a dream of embracing flowers.
And a dream where two hearts bloomed.
And a dream where you wished to see us in moonlight.
What if I walk past by you, whispering into your ears
That I loved you
But some roses are meant to bruise you.
That some promises are meant to be broken.
That some kohl are better in tears.
That some hearts are prominent in trouble and crick.
And that there was a lie beneath every moment we were together.
What if one day we cross each other surprisingly.
Will you still seek a shelter in me.
Will you still miss me the way you used to.
Will you still clasp me as you did in the past.
Will you be the same soul at least trying not to hold me at guilt.
Or you will guilelessly act as we are strangers again.



Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.


The Broken Toy!



Broken toy,
There was she crying and lying on the floor
For the just broken toy.
Since she was born,
The only theatrical and musical play 
She had was that!!!
In her dwell of broken walls 
And torn ceiling,
She found the affection in a corner
And dig downed her happiness 
In the impaired tissue.
The only brightness of the day for her
Was a beam through the pane,
And the only moon for her 
was the rural sound of waves.
The only vision she was promised 
Was through her knickknack.
And the only staunch support
For her was the white cane.



Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.


Like a Spring Breeze..



Like a spring breeze in the autumn,
With the freshness of quirk, in the wake of solemn.
I couldn't help but observe,
The depth in your eyes, you preserve.

The strength you possess of a thunderstorm,
With the calmness of sea, as it conforms;
To the glee of the wind, over they skim,
Over the undulating waves, they swirl and swim.

The intensity of your glance, leaves me,
Spellbound by your charm, unwilling to be set free.
I wish to behold the sight, as I gaze,
At your persona, enticing like a maze.

Hi, I am Apoorva Shukla, who loves  to paint, dance, sing and travel. I am a big foodie and usually end up writing something with a cup of coffee. Through Coffee N Words, I am sharing some of my write-ups to you all. Feel free to contact me on Facebook and like our page for more. 

A Promise or a Good Bye!



A Promise or A good bye!!
Standing by the doorsteps,
Bidding him bye 
How hard she wanted him to stay back…
Memories lane by her mind,
Of their good times..
Her crowned heart and his pinnacle of glory,
Her fist and fingers and his clenched engagements,
Her bridge of devotedness and his zeal of ardency,
Her footprints of tenderness into his life ..
Just to make it more complete!!
But then there came the time..
where his vow for his Mother Earth was unfeigned,
Leaving her startled, shattered, splintered at midnight
And running to rescue the lives on the border…
There she was reflecting with teary eyes and blood cold,
Wishing to see him soon,
On the edge of his life who won..
His promise to his patron or her good bye!!


Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.

Whispering to the Night



Whispering to the night!!
And again in this murkiness
I was caught whispering with the stars and the moon..
talking about the in-corrupt, trusty, loyal night,
talking about the tranquil and unruffled moonlight,
talking about the silentious, shy, soundless leaves..
And in this darkness
I saw myself blind yet revealing..
Folded, yet not wrapped...
Unbarred yet concealed..
and numb yet compassionate..
And in this duskiness..
In search of someone very pure
I was cuddled by the wind puffing,
teaching me to peek light
while whispering to the night….

Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself. 

The Dancing Girl



The dancing girl..
On an autumn dawn,
The sun reposed the carpet of glitter,
She saw the wine grapes and chestnuts ceremonialize,
Whilst sunflower and brash scarlet enchanting the tune.
She heeded the music,
She grappled and fondled and tickled the rhythm,
Her feet were high, her toes were swirling
Her nape was swaying.
She danced to the melody of nature,
She danced with the madness, she danced in a rosiness,
She danced in the wonderland like no one is watching,
She danced for his peck in lush green fields..


Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.