Friday, October 26, 2012

a cup of tea

soaking tea bag
in the cup of
hot water,
imagine us
catching the
scented star,

stirring inside
with lemon-moon
'what if',
honeying
the sour source,
longing to soar,

finding a zest
in every wee
second,
pulling
the cover
of cozy escape,

witnessed
a surreal scenery
beckoned, -
vanished
in no time
riding the wave...

2 comments:

  1. thank you, Jyoti for your kind words, glad you enjoyed my poem!

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