the foaming milk textured with bubbles
giving a whiff of cardamom and
a spoonful of sugar and tea dust plunging
slowly to a muddy texture---
but simple things turn dark and wrong
like my tea for today’s muse as
it didn’t turn to the rich texture
but empty fluid with nothing for muse
as even the wind go wrong some days
and it reminds you of the good days
as the fever that put me down yesterday
has made me think how healthy I was before
and will be after; nothing stays
but my thoughts which is in my fist
even not so completely but yes, mostly
within the fist of compassion and
within the edges of why we are here,
yes, why we are here…
the empty tea didn’t touch my taste buds
it hit hard on the grey cells
about all things that can go wrong
on any odd day like this or so
and of staying calm within the limits of wisdom
and of the bliss of knowing the nameless love…
This is beautifully deep and wise, Sreeja! 💖💖
ReplyDelete"the bliss of knowing the nameless love" ... {Swoon.} That is so gorgeous.
ReplyDelete"The bliss of knowing the nameless love" is perhaps what keeps us going in the face of all that can go wrong........a wonderfully philosophical poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely thoughts expressed in this verse — I really like how you began it with the boiling of the tea which doesn't turn out to be right even when the same due process is followed and how you relate it with the act of creation.
ReplyDeleteThe last few lines seem like a personal prayer, of being calm and filled with love.
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We do need to retreat to our inner place of balance when even the simplest of things go wrong. Enjoyed your poem
ReplyDeleteI love these musings of what the tea can bring...
ReplyDeleteamazing inspiring and so picturesque lovely write
ReplyDeletewithin the edges of why we are here... yes, nothing like a cup of tea to explore those edges and everything that lies in between!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ending, Sreeja, "and of the bliss of knowing the nameless love…" That is bliss in the little things. Pretty rough life before.
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Yes, it is a question why we are here. Paradoxical verses. Impressively done.
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