A Cup Of Tea

Warm, like the first ray of the rising sun,

Soothing, 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.

Someone offers,

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 bed-sheets-

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.