Me and My Cup of Tea

 

Me and My Cup of Tea

Quiet of the night, softly beckoning

Pen and paper, gently touching

Threading together, these soulful words

Are now with me 

And my cup of tea

My thoughts rush me, to the past

I feel my heart just racing fast

Those bittersweet pains, those unfulfilled dreams

Are now with me

And my cup of tea

The tinkle of wind-chimes, eerily cry

As time stood still, and life rushed by

Those whispered memories, those stories untold

Are now with me

And my cup of tea

Stringing together, words of yore

Meagre belongings, my future in store

Those unknown new, and these comforting old

Are now with me

And my cup of tea

Voices of the present, bringing in early dawn

Reminding me, that life was still on

Those ink-stained papers, those interrupted thoughts

Are now with me

And my cup of tea

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Sitting quietly on a wintry night (whatever winter Mumbai has) in January 2019, I was listening to an audio where the speaker in a very soothing voice recited a poem on his encounter with tea.I was inspired by this poem titled "Main aur Meri Chai" by Amber Srivastava and I picked up the title to write my own thoughts.  

Inspired by the poem ‘Main Aur Meri Chai’ by Amber Srivastava