cardamom pods
in a white tea-pot

brewing smooth mellow
cardamom drink

each sip of tea
is no paltry sip

the room draws
its requisite energy

from the red lilacs
standing in a vase

growing into
the world between us

yonder the sea's
shelf is calm

no boats caught
in a storm

tossing
breaking them

and here my world
is my Cup

to drink
triumph with fragrance

both in imagination
and attainment

my Cup
is intoxicated

life is not
without my beloved

For Ved
From Trident Club Lounge
Mumbai
5th July 2013

Geeta Chhabra