Don’t strain
Let the tea leaves float in the cup
I don’t mind
A few leaves
But a clear tea
Is an illusion
I can do without
clouds of careless caresses
Loosened nuts
Bolted blues
The smiles are switched
The sadness has sublimated
Why are you silent
Why suffer alone
Why let old pains revive
Why seek solace in silences buried
Under
multitude of layers
Of skin
Just have a renewal of seasons
Tantrik Rituals
Will seal the cracks in the
Clouds of careless
Caresses
Created by the vapours
From the hot soup
I made for you
Here
There
Somewhere