In Verse

48. A CUP OF CHAI WITH YOU

It was 11th of May,
brewing the tea, I called out for you,
"Ammi, your daily soap is airing, aren't you going to come watch it?"
I asked you once,
I asked you twice,
and then I thought,
'Half a cup would be nice'.

Baba never really liked those shows,
yet he always accompanied tho.

My question still remains unanswered,
you never replied me after.
Just left me with an enduring promise that "we will meet again, someday later".

Maybe at a place far from all these lavishing lavender fields,
a place where the horizon finally meets the sea.

Now I sit here, on your favorite wooden deewan,
accompanying baba like you used to.
A cup of chai and your daily soaps,
this life didn't cease even without you.

I hope we meet again someday,
and tell you things that I'm dreading to say.

I want to tell you about those same eleven stars,
and buy you a saree from the crowded 'budh bazaar'.

Let me once again make the adrak chai for you, and tell you about all the friends that I never had.
So you could pat my head,
and tell me 'Better than all the fakes, I'm glad'.

Let me see you once again,
maybe at a place called paradise,
where nothing bad ever happens.

There I will make your favorite chaat
and recite the classic ghazals with you.

Let's sit at the edge of heaven one day,
and have your sugar less chai,
in a cup not so gray.

Written by-Azmii•
Curated by- Ramsha