Sipping Chai

Most of us are creatures who have a daily beverage that we cannot do without. This one is for those tea lovers.

This is..

``Sipping Chai

 

The vapors of a cutting chai

Is the admixture

Of who knows how many

Grains of sugar, cardamoms

That ruminate fragrance

of crushed chai patthiis, refracting

The taste through the structure

Of a plain glass, then

When once touched

By parched lips

Pushes the deadlines,

Love, hate, stress, lies,

Drama, thoughts away

from senses.

A Letter To Myself

It's a reminiscence of an epiphany I had of myself, well, of the writer in me when I will be old and frail. Will I remember my own words?

This one is..

A Letter To Myself

Will you remember this time?
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..

The ABC of a Prayer

Poetry does stir the mind. I have always tried to write something that can modify the feelings of the reader as well as the inquisitiveness of his questioning faculties. The below write-up doesn't attempt any of that. It is just a plain portrayal of my relationship with the Lord.

 

This is the ABC of a Prayer.

 

Ask

O Abba!
The love within all righteous,
Partake in the revival of the spirit in me,
Keep strong this mind and feeble heart,
Amidst the vicious..
Mercy mercy.. on my iniquities..

The Cloud In The Hourglass

Hi again.. It has been more than a year since the last time I was on this blog editing something. And I am rekindling the process.

This ink that I had written recently says less about the hope that I saw and more about the reassurance to dream again without thinking of the consequences. One of the not-so-complicated ideas I'm putting forth.. 

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This is 'The Cloud In The Hourglass'

 

 

See that fog? 

It wants to be a cloud... 

See that cloud? 

It wants to be your imagination..