Tea Musings

She gazes into

the fawn haze

of her tea cup

He gazes into

the amber pools

of her eyes

Life strangulates love

using the leash of time

At the bottom

of a cold cup

A dream remains

Undissolved

Untasted !

The Lonely Woman's Poem

The loneliness epidemic

takes its toll

trapped in a utopia

called happily ever after

there is no today

the tea is stale

the books, the words

the lists, the voices

all stink

of uselessness

Someone's says-

"Blessing is..."

and I think of

the could have beens

the books I never wrote

the child I almost had

the dreams I postponed

Now this is an elaborate 

funeral ceremony

I bury myself

molecule by molecule

till you will one day

write obituaries

and know how much

my loneliness weighed.

Tea & Travel ( in the memory of my late father)

T

 

Blogging from A to Z Challenge [April 2015]

 

 

 

 

 

 

I try to remember

all the places

and all the types of tea

 you had with me

 

 

In mud cups,

in fine china

roadside glasses

trains, buses, cars

in the comfort of our home

and across journeys

 

from aluminium kettles

ornate flasks, travel mugs

wherever ,whenever

there was tea

we were always ready :)

 

 of the many gifts Papa

I wish my girl would inherit

 from you and me

 

one of the best would be

our love for travel

and our passion for tea.