cardamom pods
in a white tea-pot

 

brewing smooth mellow
cardamom drink

 

each sip of tea
is no paltry sip

 

the room draws
its requisite energy

 

from the red lilacs
standing in a vase

 

growing into
the world between us

 

yonder the sea’s
shelf is calm

 

no boats caught
in a storm

 

tossing
breaking them

 

and here my world
is my Cup

 

to drink
triumph with fragrance

 

both in imagination
and attainment

 

my Cup
is intoxicated

 

life is not
without my beloved

 

 

For Ved
From Trident Club Lounge
Mumbai
5th July 2013

Geeta Chhabra