Morning Tea Poem by Savita Tyagi

There is nothing more satisfying and soothing than the ritual of morning tea
Now that the movement of time and its connection to outside world
Have lost much of its significance,
I make my tea and a toast with leisure and sit on my favorite chair to enjoy it
I feel the rays of rising sun knocking on my front door
The oval shape glass lets the rays fall on my west wall
It fractures in to rainbow of colors
Two shoes of light with rainbow borders
Riding on those shoes I could reach to the palace of joy
From my west window I look out in the back yard
It takes few seconds for my puzzled mind to realize
That the little mist rising from an empty flower pot
Is nothing but the faint reflection of steam rising from my tea cup
Slowly I detect the golden out line of a shoulder wrap
And an invisible hand with its robotic movement in the air
I felt like a detective who has just unearthed a treasure
Hidden from every body's eyes
Living in the city I can not watch the mist rising from the hill top
But the shadowy view on the window
With mist rising from flowerpot is no less heavenly
After the dead of winter the backyard is coming to life
The tree branches still bare of leaves are adorned with
Thousands of clusters of yellow beady strands
Morning breeze gives them a gentle shake
And they dangle and sparkle like long earrings around the faces of beautiful ladies
The sun puts a spark of life on every thing
Sitting on my chair drinking tea, my heart dances with the squirrel
Running from tree to grass and back to tree branches again
The music festivals and spring dances of countryside are long lost in memory
But listening and watching birds singing and flying out in the backyard
Is music to my ears now
It takes about ten minutes to drink my tea
Ten minutes of pure pleasure silently showered upon my heart
Fulfilling my most basic need that I wouldn't trade with any thing.