Like the first ray of the rising sun,
Like the music of a sacred soul,
A cup of tea is a rejuvenation,
A must need for the lazy skeleton of last night.
Along with a morning walk of life
Sweet enough to admire,
A cup of dreams.
Drinking the elixir of life.
I walked towards my home.
I had to clean the floors and bedsheets
Of stinky stains of smoke and separation.
The alcoholic smell was yet to fade
Unlike the vapors of sorrow rose from the cup of tea
And evanesced into the air.
Tears, again, filled in the vacuuming heart
For a while, only for a while.
Someone came back to my loneliness
And offered a cup of sugarless tea,
Sweeter than before.
Someone had to leave me alone
For maybe she was not my cup of tea.