4 O'Clock Poetry.....

Sitting at home nothing much to do....
Boredom at its peak,the clock shows 3:52....
Deciding on a plan,picking up places without any clue....
Ending up on a late night coffee shop...
An option which every one knew....

15 minutes is what it took...
To reach our destination prime...
My heart acted like a typical schnook...
And my mind contemplated this poem in the meantime...

4 O' Clock Poetry is what it is...
With essence of friendship in it confined...
The scribbling on the napkins,the late night sips...
Will remain an experience of a single kind...

And when this feel will fade away...
we'll need a piece to pacify our mind..
Then we'll meet up on our late night trips...
And the 4 O' Clock Poetry shall rewind...