As it makes its way down my throat
My eyes instinctively close as if by default
Maybe it’s to savor the “sweetness” in its entirety.
These are the few times my fidelity to tea
Is put to the test and subsequently waylaid.
This casts aspersions on my throat’s integrity
Needless to say my day’s made
And as the day’s itinerary of events deftly
Unfolds, bliss’s unmistakably apparent.
My consciousness is re-acquainted with the elusive
Notion of an existence that’s pleasant
Occasionally, sparingly free from dismal mentally abusive
Modern day realities and practicalities
Try this elixir with some delectable munchies.

Reflective surfaces are a circus of perspectives
And when choice’s thrown in the fray
One can see oneself in either
Disillusioned or disenfranchised superlatives.
Better pastime is fancying how many stars make up the Milky Way.

What if we could stand outside of ourselves?
Solely to look at us unbiasedly
With new chaste unblemished eyes
What would we see?
Well who knows really?

It is worth a try though
A stand-alone moment in ones shoes
A little disruptive hiccup in one’s usual flow
Just to ruminate over one’s many hues.

Aesthetically speaking music’s a salve to the soul
Capturing and lulling someone into a wakeful stupor
Releasing and recapturing one’s attention almost intrinsically
Owing to its eclectic nature.
Sound’s itself a marvel on its own
Tastefully quaint
Intimate even when it’s absent
Cold and warm when it sees fit.

On the tip of your nose
Your chest’s “drawn” upwards and outwards.
Then just before it’s let out
It dramatically holds its breath
And you’re left in anguish
Face contorted in knots
Expectation’s yielded disappointment.
Sneeze’s lost in oblivion
Akin to a yawn cut short.
Can't quite place this feeling.

So what if you don’t conform
Hence deviate from norm?

I like the twists and turns of phrases
And how they cause smudges of fuzziness
In my mind and anything that
Stirs this obsession is an instant fascination.
I levitate through the time and space of imagination
I flip and flop on phrases and hard sounding words
With mild reckless abandon
And it’s the one instance I throw caution to the wind.
Before a duck’s done shaking its tail
These words coalesce
Into ideas of grandeur and almost immediately
Like quicksand disappear beneath my mind’s feet
Shortest “lease” conceivable.
Soon “after-words” a state of normalcy’s restored.