‘Please Tea’ said Me

Me: “Stay for some more minutes before parting away. My love for you is till the last drop…”
Tea: Oh, poetess. I enjoy being your muse but I cannot stay. As you are aware.
Me: “Why? Why do you leave me sooner than my thought?”
Tea: Because I am happening till the time I am hot. And you drink me sooner than one can expect.
Me: “You know I was thinking about dressing our togetherness in words.”
Tea: You are meant to make anything to be your muse. I know not how words even like you.
Me: “Hey, this is rude. Words like me this is why I enjoying undressing thoughts.”
Tea: Better ask words if they do. I do not think they even come to you at times.
Me: “Ah, yes. I experience writers block every week. Adding to it the pandemic…”
Tea: Not the pandemic again. It is an excuse. Go take a bath at least.
Me: “I am not leaving you.”
Tea: What is left of me for you to stay?
Me: “The last drop.”
Tea: The one to whom you are conversing is now sticking to the cup. First it was coffee, then me and your poetry.

My last conversation with Ginger Tea and I went to bath after this. Thinking of shifting to green tea for some months. She will surely like to be my muse, I assume.

by
Kritika

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mY cUp oF CoffEE

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My Cup of Coffee: ‘ Relax. With every sip try aligning your thoughts in a presentable manner’
Me: ‘So you can talk?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Yes. Well, you have to be a good listener for it.’
Me: ‘All ears.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Funny. How are you listening to me now?’
Me: ‘It is my imagination you see. I am making you talk.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why?’
Me: ‘There is no one to talk to and I need something to write upon.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why me? I do not like talking. I am to be felt.’
Me: ‘But I want you to talk. Be my muse for this night.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I won’t. Period.’
Me: ‘Want to write humour.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Do you find me humourous?’
Me: ‘Let me think. Will get back on this one.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Did you prepare me for consumption or hearing your nonsense?’
Me: ‘Ah, you are cold.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I am in REALITY cold now.’
Me: ‘Poor me. You want me to throw you?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Better than hearing your nonsensical talks.’

by
Kritika

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