the rich aroma of chai
enjoying a quiet rainy sunday autumn morning
~ serenity captured in a mug
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I went to Starbucks this morning,
it makes me sick with regret,
now my morals I am mourning,
And I hate the drink I get.
I want to be more punk,
Minimalist and spikes adorning,
so i ditched all my stuff,
but still get Starbucks, how boring.
I rant and I rave about how i hate the 1%
i say lower taxes and drop the inflation,
But i still get the chai with milk 2%
The Phoenix rises from the ashes filling all with dread.
I too rise each morning barely sliding out of bed.
His claws are strong, hard is his beaks; he has fire in his eyes.
Coffee, coffee, I need some now. I will not compromise.
But today I soar with Phoenix. I match him side by side.
When the wind picks up and he cuts the clouds, I joyfully also glide.
I have no bounds. I own it all - the Sea, the Earth, the Sky.
I think I will put my coffee down. Perhaps I should try the chai.
Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind
journey to another ocean
cardamom cinnamon motion
hint of masala
sip to enthral ya
chai my a spice laden potion.
"Chai Tea, Vanilla: Writing it All"
We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea
boiling
and bubbling,
our reality,
is hard
to swallow.
how do we live
with ourselves,
knowing,
we live
complacently?
we observe,
we write,
we watch it all,
the killing of
innocence,
the black
and white
of it all;
the death
of a dream.
before the end,
the war
begins
it all.
the future of
our children:
we watch it all.
we watch it all.
we take notes,
we journal,
the poetry
of it all.
do we make
changes?
do we?
do we,
do
anything, at all?
writing it all.
We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea.
we are so
Vanilla,
do we do
anything?
writing it all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
John 1 (NIV).
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
Lux Vitae.
I did not plan—
did not know, really--
that such a small thing
could mean so
much.
soft, my heart jumps.
warm, my hands curl.
a little smile, I suspect, that
maybe only humans know,
but I cannot be so sure.
“a cat cannot know when you are sad.”
but have I ever been sad with a cat?
Sunflower is the petal symbol,
Big round face follows the sun,
Signifies Honesty as a yellow cymbal,
Light in Truth sets free one,
Sheds light on fidelity, living loyal,
As 18 is coming of age, Love matures Hon!
18, the Chinese hold to be “prosperal”,
Past attempts weighed only a gram,
Will now weigh a ton, flourish neural!
Garnet does as 18’s stone,
Balanced intimacy levelly sensual,
Beyond a crush has attraction grown,
Giving, doing became mutual, sharing natural,
In the words of Judy Garland:
“Not in my ears, but in my heart, you whisper”,
“Not my lips, but my soul, you kissed!”
Sunflowers are drought resistant,
Reigns reciprocal kindness are dropping Rains!
chai tea in red cup
dunking bag like chapel bell
down and up to lips —
palms commune around the mug
chains of cold release their hold
2/28/2020
When my fatigued pen,
succumbed to a sleepy state of silence
in the market place of silent poets,
I searched for a tea room to stimulate my mind
my quest led me to you.
I do not recall the colours
of the cup, nor the saucer.
Only the shimmer of light,
reflecting your delicate,
slightly tanned hands.
I wondered, was it the chai
or those hazel bronze eyes -
something left me mesmerised.
One sip,
a sudden sense of serenity
overcame me -
like the sun had risen through my heart,
warm rays beamed through my eyes.
To not lose the moment,
I sipped slowly, savouring subtle sensations.
Silky smooth liquid caressed my tantalised tongue,
as taste buds yearned for just one sip from your lips.
Suddenly, a profusion of poetic thoughts
began to burst through my mind.
This was no simple musing.
Rekindled pen began to flow like rivers of chai.
Out on the porch swing
my cup of chai tea brings warmth
on a bitter ides of March
I rock with the clouds
watching flurries slowly fall
with spring inside my teacup
Curled up with a book and a chai tea latte
All the cares of the day disappear from sight.
It's a sinfully good indulgence to end the day
And relaxes me as my day becomes night.
Perhaps a second cup? Yes, I just might.
Sitting on the corner of the cafe with my friend after a long day,
Sipping the warm and sensual Chai tea,
Feeling the cold air from outside brush against my face when someone opens the door,
The taste of cinnamon ,nutmeg and milk flooded my mouth with pleasure ,
The soothing vapor mask my face delicately as i closed my eyes and inhale the sensual
aroma,
I stared outside the window watching people walk by,
I embraced my cup and sipped more,
The sounds of the tranquilizing music in the cafe sedated my tension even more,
I continued to the savor my chai until there wasn't a drop left,
And then walked out the cafe and left until the next day.
Seductively sweet aromatic pleasure
Tensing frazzled nerves together
What caffeinated bliss
Is tea
Chai - Urdu word for tea