In my attempt to find a symbol
I’ve spilled tea everywhere
It fell
On white minarets
On flying kites coloured in rain
On our breathing hearts
I wish there was a way to annihilate the self
To fall
Poetically
Metaphorically
My cup of verse fills up
Falls
Without words
Unrhymed
Like cuppa-noodles wasted with too much hot water
Repetitions
Without rhythm
Fallen
Like monsoon tea
Wasted in the rain
My thoughts
Blood-soaked butterflies
Fossilized
With the summer dirt
In a garden of no roses
Filled with discarded tea fluff
Fallen
From my morning dreams
The diary of poems
Sleeps too much
With no dreams
My journal has nightmares
Repetitions
I write on an app
A puddle of tea on my phone
Tea rings on the table
From the tea that
Falls still-
Like a scar that itches forever.
Farzan Ghani is pursuing English Literature from Jamia Millia Islamia.
Featured image illustration by Pariplab Chakraborty.