Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My tea

In summer, winter, autumn and spring
I hate to miss this lovely thing.
Aroma of leaves boiling in water,
mmmm!! Nothing else does matter.

Hunching on the railing
I stand, at the top of my building,
a place I love to be;
holding a cup of hot aromatic tea.

Past doesn't hurt, future doesn't exist;
the most desired way for man to subsist.
Savouring every sip, leaving nothing to drip
I start for my home, a daily evening trip.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

tea best drink of the day.But my fav is indian masala tea!!

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wanderer said...

thank u so much !!

Anonymous said...

makes me feel like having one right away! good and different write.

wanderer said...

Thank u frnd !!

Unknown said...

Awesome work Thirumal...You have really discovered yourself...or rather we were not able to identify your talent when we were at college...I like the one on Your Siter's wedding and also Filched Flowers..good catchy use of words and keeps the reader very interested, as a poet that's what you want :).....Keep up the good work and keep writing and updatingyour blog often...:)