I sipped
a brew of flavours-
adrak, elaichi, cheeni, kulhad
the essence
of leaves
churning comfort slowly,
no nosing around
no questioning
skilfully
yet so kind,
rummaging through
the mind’s unkempt shelves
dusting off cobwebs
setting up peace,
unlike those
foreign flavours
had
in my head
wired knots;
but
this time over
to unknot
gently warming;
leaving behind
only an aromatic whiff
of yesterday’s episode
to camouflage
as dark circles
or
perhaps-
just to
temporarily
put them to
sleep.
P.S: aakhir meri chai hi sahi, non–judgmental toh nikli
