Coffee - A bitter sweet philosophy

A fight of billions of gold,
If it's mine or yours to hold,
Can happen over a cup of coffee.
The arguments of such heat,
Don’t even seem like a feat,
Over a hot brewing coffee.

A group of friends would tease,
Those friendships that never cease,
Can happen over a cup of coffee.
Those chats which shall never end,
Lots to detest but never offend,
Over a hot brewing coffee.

Amongst many mute speeches is a love,
That to which even cupid did bow,
Can happen over a cup of coffee.
The love that costs sacrifice,
Love that blinds the great and wise,
Over a hot brewing coffee.

We can have an endless talk,
On the divorce or the girl to stalk,
Can happen over a cup of coffee.
You and I can have our fantasy,
Wipe our grief or meet our ecstasy,
All over a hot brewing coffee.

A coffee is a mere hot drink,
For some who don't see but blink,
Such a simple thing is coffee.
For the rest like me and you,
We are definitely not a few,
Our everything is coffee.

It's not a life around,
It’s the one in us,
Life of a soul unbound,
Away from our daily fuss,
Any drink is not a coffee,
It’s a bitterly sweet philosophy.