Life Dancing In A Tea-Cup!

To the soothing slumber notes And yawns that yawn away... With each deep breath where nostrils once black...have been rubbed off from charcoals to pinks; As honey-oozing snout rest! Singing their lullabies to me... And as I chase the light.... Reflections & shadow-play of Golden dipped Chamomiles! Tea bags that wash out their Color & Essence...to soothe my strained vocal chords! And as I savour this moment; Before the last warm tone shall soothe away all the itchiness of my throat... For poems can be written of any things... As to me...Even To See Life Dancing In A Cup! Is Indeed Poetic! . Retiring for the day, have been battling sore throat & flu like symptoms, while my Baby Coco is off to sleep, snoring lullabies to me & as I glance over him, I realise how his relentless rubbing his nose has changed the Color from black to pink. . Copyright: Meghna/2018