When you get a cup,
to wake up..
a cup,
not to give up..
a cup,
to celebrate..
while going up,
a cup,
after your break up,
a cup,
to shake up,
a cup to,
make up,
a cup to find things,
and sync up,
a cup,
to just enjoy company..
a cup,
to absorb harmony..
a cup,
to be thankful,
a cup,
to start listening,
a cup,
filled with worries,
that you own up,
while you close the
open ends,
a cup,
filled with memories,
that you bring up,
while you choose to,
use them to blend into the future,
a cup,
that balances the heaviness,
and doesn't trickle,
a cup,
that lies in sorrow,
untouched and cold,
while you pick up things too old,
a cup,
that says grow up,
a cup,
that pampers you as a child,
a cup,
that's wild,
a cup,
that's mildly hallucinating,
the shadows that fell through,
a cup,
of love,
a cup,
that's never going to feel the same,
a cup,
of remains,
a cup,
of sheer pain,
a cup,
of teary eyed joy,
a cup,
of life,
a cup,
of failure,
a cup,
of denial,
a cup,
of trying harder,
a cup,
that sat alongside,
while watching sunset,
or looked at you
while you dozed off,
seeking midnights,
a cup,
of light,
drops that plopped out,
a cup,
of doubt,
with someone walking out,
a cup,
filled with questions,
a cup,
half filled,
a cup,
of desire,
a cup,
of fire,
a cup,
that was never returned,
a cup,
that gave you power,
a cup,
when filled,
wants to fit in,
and sits on the plate,
so that, it has someone to relate with,
what lies inside does matter,
but the thought of the one who decides,
to cheer you up,
despite all,
is worth every fall,
is worth that last call,
The cups,
we drink,
the cups that pushed us to think,
the cups that got sorted in a blink,
the broken cup,
the favorite cup,
the twisted cup,
the not listed cup,
the cup near your bed,
the cup at the end of the thread,
the cup on your table,
the cup reading a fable,
the cup with hidden smile,
the cup taking a while,
the throwback cup,
the lay down cup,
the fancy cup,
the dancing cup,
the dusty cup,
the unused cup,
the cup that called you over,
the cup that nailed your last thought,
the cup that resonated how you fought,
the cup that calmed your nerves after everything you bought,
we all are cups,
getting handled, mishandled, and left alone,
up on shelves for days,
until the day,
someone points again,
how we stand out in the rain,
and then our journey starts again,
like a freshly bloomed butter cup...
so until it's the end,
let's all sit and pretend,
to be the cup,
that holds up,
far more than it seems to be,
to be the cup,
that warms up,
every soul that needs a heart that feels,
and not just a pair of eyes that keeps looking....
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