my cup of tea

I always crave for you night and day

you are in my mind whenever I pray

my mornings are truly devoted to you

I almost surrendered to you as I grew

sometimes I want you in the night too

you pacify me like the morning dew

your fragrance makes me awfully mad

your absence makes me immensely sad

no one can satisfy me to the level you do

strange but true, I can’t live without you

it is my confession and I solemnly agree

Oh my dear! you are my real cup of tea

rays of goodness

the fragrance of the character never fades

the aroma of the soul unfailingly cascades

body is the shell that defines personality

materialistic appearance and individuality

the bodies emerge and disappear endlessly

without ever getting noticed helplessly

its the fragrance that keeps us alive

after the death the virtues survive

the identification gets latched to it

and thus the rays of goodness emit

the logic gates

when she is in relatively good mood

our conversations are not so crude

together we have a healthy debate

thus making life’s logical AND gate

when she bangs on my face the door

the gate gets converted to logical OR

when she possesses the wild uproar

the logic gate simply turns to XOR

when she doesn’t change her thought

the output resembles the logical NOT

repeated requests don’t alter her stand

circumstances mimic the logical NAND

when neither of us have any say

the logical NOR comes in our way

when that makes us unable to explore

the final logic gate gets stuck to XNOR

most dreadful omen

every human has an independent mind

that is the way Almighty has designed

and we need to utilise our own wisdom

to maintain the intellectual ecosystem

when we refrain listening to our mind

and behave as someone mentally blind

when we get carried away by others

and start wounding our own brothers

that becomes the most disastrous event

without giving much opportunity to repent

and kills the individuality He had bestowed

leaving the volcano of misfortunes to explode

a healthy mind makes us a competent human

the brainwash brings the most dreadful omen

the mortal

like farmers existence on heavy toil

extracting the life out of the soil

the Almighty too carves the figure

magically add life to it and deliver

the creatures remain awake in clay

till its strength dies down one fine day

and gets converted to the same soil again

and sends it back to the original domain

what do we really boast for in this life?

what is the reason for our modern strife?

the body is mortal and it will collapse

let’s try to at least save the soul perhaps

the real income

Oh god give me the reward for my spirit

of my patience and my perennial grit

let the new flower blossom in my home

let me come out the failure syndrome

the wait period appear like centuries

embedded with deep mental injuries

there need be appreciation for my efforts

the prohibited luxuries, forbidden comforts

I know you will be coming down to earth

so you made me understand the real worth

let the fresh flower cast the magic smell

into the world with its miraculous spell

and make me proud in the years to come

that shall be my life’s treasure income

your beauty

even when I am not looking at you

I find you the most beautiful person

as beauty lies in the eyes of beholder

and they need to seek the real reason

the face can’t remain beautiful forever

so the fire that makes it appear lovely

if the criterion for this are such mortal

everything shall become one day ugly

I have seen your veiled internal beauty

the care and the concern that flows

I have seen your untainted splendour

the nature and character that glows

when I close my eyes and feel the jangle

you are the same stunning mate for me

and when I lose the power to discriminate

you shall still remain lucidly great for me