Chai - The Indian Tea

Raging fire,

On it the pan,

Elated water,

In goes the affable milk,

Some sugar to sweeten,

Now the cured leaves fall,

The passionate brewing colour,

And then;

The fresh hilly aroma,

As it jigs,

We all wait.

Gurgles into ~

 A poor cracked glass

or a black tin can,

or a fair, crystal saucer,

No difference it makes,

Impartial always ~

In being a pauper’s only food;

or a rich evening sip,

Bestows blissful relaxation,

Infusing energy,

It tastes the same to all.

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A Conversation with my shadow

In arms of the lonely night,

When the cricket sounds loud,

I acquaint the empty street,

Where a single lamp-post stands lit,

Each day I pass by the lighted patch,

And cross the darkness after that.

Today I hear a hushed voice calling,

I stop to find only the stranded land dwelling,

“You look down upon me every day”,

States the voice grieved.

I look down in dismay,

And encounter my shadow, speak.

I ask it, why this chance meet up?

It looks at me in surprise and replies,

“I tread with you in all paths bright,

But darkness keeps me out of your sight.”

When times difficult you leave me astray,

I say, opportunist betray.

Saddened by the harsh remark,

My shadow glides apart and says,

“If I had the soul of you,

I could fight the darkness through.”

Until your strength takes a stand,

I say, Shadow, you better hide in black.

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