A cup of emotions

Early mornings of board exam prep when mum would wake me up at 3 am leaving me with a steaming cup of tea beside.

No matter the stress I would enjoy that cup watching the moon outside my tiny window bit by bit bidding goodbye.

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forward to Hostel days when the mess would serve tea in steel mugs at sharp 5 pm and I would wake my girls from their siesta even the ones who dont drink tea so I could get their extra cup . Together we would hurry along with a parle g packet,

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Cut to now , My tea and I stand beside the window overlooking the horizon where the beach and the cityscape compete for the sky. The mind multi thinking over a hundred things simultaneously, yet when the cup hits my lip all the noises go mute..

One cup of innumerable memories. Tea is definitely an emotion.

Ocean dreams

Cradled by the ocean ,

them Cast away dreams.

That once were held dear,

Now lay in shambles.

Listening to the waves lull .

Aloof,

Unasked,

Doomed illusions ;

Hoping to be rescued.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Dance with me

“Have you found your rhythm yet? ” she was often times asked.

And her reply would always be the same, “I wait for it to find me.”

Somedays within the beats of the ocean waves, the bustling symphony of the city life,
or the silent choir of the mountains,
and on other days within a loved ones laughter.
She waits for that right rhythm to tune her life to;
until then,
she dances to each of them all.

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©Toothfairy,2019

A Summer Story

The sun seeps in

through knitted canopies .

Them aurum rays ,

that I scoop up in my palm ;

to thaw a cold heart .

I learn to feel again ,

If only for a while..

As I melt in summers arms.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Broken and Beautiful

I stop to admire , hoping to turn away soon ;

But something about that house made me gaze a while more.

Which is when she appears opening the door.

I told her this was a beautiful home

“Beautiful?” She asks, “its damaged though”

“Maybe” I say “but , those broken are beautiful too. “

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Image Credits : @poet_on_a_motorbike

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©Toothfairy,2019

Parallel Worlds

I fancy the idea of …

an alternate universe .

You , another mind ;

Me , another body .

Exploring unheard symphonies

Of Love unfettered .

Two old souls

In parallel worlds

Holding new destinies.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Vivid Evocations

Today I came across a souvenir ,

Wrapped within intense pages

of a Khalil Gibran that

Snuggled between hoards of romantic novels

Which were mine

Once upon a time.

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I must confess I could not trace

The “who/when/where” of it.

But just as I turned the page

There lay your words

Staring at my face.

The loops in your ‘y’

Uncoiling to life

Asking..

“You still remember my name?”

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I should have burnt it ,

Could have , if I tried.

Alas , words from another page

Tapped on my shoulder

Whispering ..

“From suffering have emerged the strongest souls and most powerful characters those seared with scars”

Heaving a sigh

I tuck the book back inside

In company of clichèd utopian books.

That I vowed to never read again.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Lessons from this year

And so, with time it dawned on her,

Not everything she desired

Came to her in its raw form.

Her curse today ,

Was her blessing tomorrow.

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©Toothfairy,2019