Cup Of Tea Poem by M. Shahid. H Chouhdry

Days went off, moments has gone, time to touch, feel and see,
Here in this misty fog meet me on a cup of tea,
Where would you mull? Your heart and soul in possession of me,
You cannot recede, beat me on a cup of tea,

Oh December you made me drowsy, sullen and panicky,
But faded away in January as you met me on a cup of tea,
They said love is illusion, blind and black sea,
You would know its merth and worth, meet me on a cup of tea,

Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for gay and glee?
I will, and will for you for a cup of tea,
Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yea we,
Can saturate these waves if you meet me on cup of tea,

You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me,
You would know the chasm and the depth of love, meet me on a cup of tea,
Who knows freedom and to what is free,
Who met dervish-jewel, and me on a cup of tea,

You managed to escacpe and fled-where would you be?
I will trace your phantoms when I sip a sip of tea,
I own you yeah-deserve your saccharin smile and discourse so we,
Renounce musing over goodbye, meet me on a cup of tea,

And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go?
O Yaar am here with you surrealy for you for a cup of tea...
(Yaar is urdu word for Friend)
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry