Dunking a cookie,
O, sweet Fika!
You happened to possess perfect timing.
You came at the right time
And vanished at the right time too.
I thank the gods we didn’t meet earlier,
The consequences would have been disastrous.
I simply wasn’t ready for someone like you,
Back in the days.
Dunking a second biscuit,
You left all of a sudden
We didn’t even argue.
I wish to thank you.
In ghosting me, you left me with my new best friend
Scilicet my loneliness.
The one I embrace
Who constantly reminds me that besides you,
The rest has always been a waste of time and energy.
I tend to cling to everything we talked about
Diving in a cathexis of you,
My main drive towards my goals…
I dunked the biscuit for too long,
Half of it sunk to the bottom of my cuppa
Let it be, it is still a Fika!
Devika Mathur, a poetess who lives in India and writes to spill out her anxiety. Her works have been published in Visual Verse, Mad Swirl, Subterranean Blue Poetry, Two drops of ink, Sudden Denouement, Free verse Revolution, Blue pepper among various others.
She is a contributing writer for Sudden Denouement and Blood into Ink magazines. Her work has been published in an anthology "all the lonely people" among various others brilliant writers.
Her writings can be read at https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/