That First Cuppa

That first morning cup of tea

Lifts me up from lethargy 

Perks me up as always 

To face another day 

A dash of lemon grass 

Or a few leaves of basil 

Or maybe strands of ginger

Added to tea leaves to rustle 

In boiling water for a minute

A spoonful of dairy whitener

To go with plant based sweetener

Let's the taste for long linger

The beautiful aroma of herbs

Awakens all my senses at once 

I cannot for a day go without

It anyway or I shall stay 

Put in the bed the whole day

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Love Hate

hating

this season of

pollens and dust 

I sneeze 

deep unto

November 

even if

I love the most

autumn

...the call of

winter

chilling

time it is

to wipe out

the cobwebs 

although... 

the rainbow 

through ....and... through 

shines within

the web 

an abstract art 

does the spider know

how to weave a prism ?

the empty bench

waiting 

the colour red

inviting

but ... no

my ten thousand steps

living 

and loving

but hating as well

this stretch of

silence....quite

uneven

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A Kitchen Poem

Sauted by ambitions

Marinated in dreams

Slow cooked by experience 

Spiced up by hope

Cut and dried at times

Chopped and churned often

Bleached and blanched

Fried on high flame of expectations 

Baked sometimes over baked

Grilled and microwaved

I have lived life on my own terms that's for sure

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October

With October came the season 

Of unexpected rain and fusion

Of autumnal wind and vision

Of a winter not far away

With October came the festives

Of togetherness and missives

Of love and the will to forgive

Endurance and give aways

With October came the sun

A bit mellowed but really fun

A little chilly a little warm

But surely longer to stay

With October drifted the leaves

From green to yellowed mischiefs

No it's not one of my pet peeves

Its October be mild you may

With October the blooms still

Blossom and birds trill

Chirpy and noisy as hell

Making a ruckus in my balcony 

With October there's the spirit

Of going and bringing with it

Wistful memories

Of a long gone past faraway

With October came goodbyes

To summer and rains' cry

And balms to heal and how!

October linger longer I pray

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Beloved Autumn

a monsoon washed sky of sparkling blueness

slumbering on pillows of snow white cottony clouds trees wrapped in emerald kimonos

swaying to the rhythm of gentle breeze

like a maestro caressing a wand on the strings of a violin mellifluous but a wee bit wistful reminiscentive tune the sun is still bright but does not blaze the earth and the nights are enfolded in the charm of a whispering moon with the chariot of stars bejeweled and bright twinkle in pure delight in a sheath of dreams beloved autumn your blossoms are still in bloom my hearth redolent with their fragrance and warmth of your presence soothes the soul into soft awakening you are the threshold to winter's frozen frame of listless monotony of 

verses wane away not so soon let the embers of desire die down a little it's glow spread like

a mellowed cocoon of bygone comfort o 

beloved autumn dear friend don't desert us 

without hope without colours without songs

without the wisp of your mesmerics so soon

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Old And New

Old books

Old shoes 

Old clothes

Old me

Old you

Old home

New words 

New tales

New songs

New beginning 

New secrets

New furnishings 

Where do I keep my

Oldness

Amidst this bizarre

Newness

The madness of

Not knowing 

Not following 

At the airport 

While saying goodbye ?

At the bus stop

Letting them go by ?

At the train station 

Puffing up with the engine ?

At the shore ?

If the ship gets wrecked ?

Then what ?

She shakes her head

And laughs

It's the latest technology 

They don't get wrecked 

We have to just throw away 

What we can't repair

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Love Is

I asked her what love is

She said it's not to be defined 

Something pure and refined

That makes you grow

And lets you know

You are too small to be petty

I said that's quite pretty 

But I thought what you felt inside

Sometimes stormy sometimes calm

It's like holding the world in your palm

Like a song mellowed with age

Like spreading your wings uncaged

Like cradling the sky in your arms

She laughed out wild , So I discern

It beats within you in your heart

The flutter of a flitting butterfly 

But I am talking of love , my dear

Folded in the blanket of snow

Scorched under the blaze of sun

Blossoming in verdant spring

Frosting in white winter's chill

Warring against conquests futile 

Embracing all without a guile

A love that lets you throw

Away that is worldly and low

Endure the bitterest of blows

Of life with the serenest smile

And let's you diffuse your big I

In the isness of your nomadic soul

That is love which you not know

But is revealed in your deepest core 

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