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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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A Cup Of Tea




Says a lot
Makes me steal a thought
Or two..
Takes me through a journey of stories
Quiet a few..
Where conversations 
Made eyes giggle..
Where someone had no clue..
That their morning was slipping through..

A Cup of tea..
On a train..
With the hustle and bustle of 
Fellow passengers..
Who were strangers last night..
But now you are wondering..
When will her brother stop the fight...
And when the next stop comes..
Will the boy get his kite that flew right over..


A Cup of tea..
While chasing your baby
Your tea gets cold..
But you sip it at one gulp..
As you hold her tight..
When she puts up a fight..
Not to go to school..
As even you don't want to get her out of sight...

A Cup of tea..
With friends in town..
They end up waking up early..
And you smell the cardamom flavor..
The chatter goes louder with every sip..
You find it harder to keep away..
From the last tip of a remaining cookie..
While you ask your friend to make another
Cup of tea...
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