A cup and a saucer too,
With some tea leaping back and forth,
(Milk that tea, leaves that tea)
Steam and sprinkles spread around
Flowing tea, stopping for a bun,
Like flowing time, stopping for none,
Like liquid love, waiting for the one
Like liquid luck, just an illusion
From the cup to the saucer,
Changing forms, adapting, accomodating,
Life's not as fixed, people not tea
To be the fittest in this survival
Sander my soul sane, smoothen my pain,
Choking coughs, congesting laughs,
Dying for death, a cup and a saucer and I let the tea be...
~Ajay
June 2017
