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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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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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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Method In Madness

holiday chaos

lost in the hope of 

finding myself 

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Waking Up

it's difficult 

to wake up from a dream

the sudden realisation that 

it was just a dream

is maddening

dreams are no more dreams

as often I watch over myself 

while dreaming 

it's disheartening 

it's not another world

where you are happy, sad

bickering, pathetic, miserable

it's here and now

so frustrating

what you thought was attainable

is perhaps a figment of your

imagination....no more reachable 

because it's not a dream any longer

it's here and now here and now 

don't scream out of anger

or disappointment 

it's your late realisation 

that you forgot to figure out

it's no more a dream

the world knew and therefore 

it never stopped moving away

taking a course different 

you stagnated because 

you thought it was just a dream

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