Mumbled Tea

Welcome to Mumbled Tea – a sanctuary of words, where poetry unfolds its mesmerizing dance. I am a passionate poet on a journey of self-expression and connection. Through the delicate artistry of language, I weave emotions, dreams, and the essence of life into verses that resonate deep within the soul. Join me as we embark on a poetic odyssey, exploring the boundless realms of human experiences and the unspoken whispers of the heart. Within these poetic pages, you'll find a tapestry of emotions, from love's tender embrace to the rawness of pain, from moments of ethereal beauty to reflections on the complexities of existence. Each poem I share is a piece of my soul, an invitation to embrace the power of words and immerse yourself in the magic they evoke. Beyond the lines and stanzas, we will engage in conversations, kindle inspiration, and create a nurturing community of fellow poetry enthusiasts.

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Sacrifice: Teen edition

In my heart, I hold a thought so true, About the things I do that often go unseen by you. Mom, you speak of your missed chances, it's fair, But let me tell you of my sacrifices, if you care.

I give up sleep and things I love to pursue, Studying hard, hoping it'll make you proud too. I skip hanging out, you see, to avoid your frown, Yet I don't complain, keeping my feelings down.

I take on work, juggling it with my school, A part of my youth, I trade as life's rule. Comparisons sting, stress becomes a friend, But I keep it inside, my strength on the mend.

Family fights and hurts, they weigh me down, But I don't talk, to avoid your worried frown. You mention your sacrifices, and that's okay, But please, remember mine in your own way.

It's not about blame, it's just how we grow, In a world of silent sacrifices, this we both know. Let's hold our love and these moments so precious, Unspoken sacrifices, but our bond, they bless.

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Undelivered letters

When time finishes the race before words do, and questions that always go unanswered. Amorphous unfinished pieces of poesy, always function as the residence of words.

Haphazard verse that is only practical to the poet, and poet who is only understood by a mother, Rest of the things that make no sense to anyone. The world is not easy, specially for the one alone.

Young perturbed girl was easy to convert evil. Won't you blame yourself to cover her in thorns? Got her to write letters those burning in fire, Now she is the player of fire, ruler of the burnt.

Screams of rage and pain that never left the walls never reached the betrayers or the rest of world. Ears of the guilty are closed, lips of prey are stapled. They failed in love that was of their own volition.

She never wanted to let her thorns reach others. But what about the prickle she got from someone? "Your wounds will hurt others is no excuse", they say. Then continue to turn her more and more hopeless.

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A million days

I wish to see stars but they are no longer visible, the night sky is empty and dark for both of us. And I see I am not the only one feeling alone, but we are better when apart by boundaries. Distance between us is a way to keep love alive but separation won't separate us forever, right?

And I remember every word that you once said, also, the game we played that night of first fight Remember? I cry, you agonize, until the first light. I want these memories to stay for a million days, cause you and I come together and become us. Furthermore, a song that said know me too well.

Our love promised to stay on every circumstance but the tables turned equally for both of us. Let's not blame the past again, present is lone, but somehow you get called by my dream fairies. Let's wait for a million days until love fully thrive, Till then I will write a million words every twilight.

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He wraps his words in silver silk, A charming smile that conceals his ilk. But underneath, a toxic core resides, Controlling ways he cunningly hides.

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Smile! Smile! Smile!

Smile! Smile! Smile! Like you never cried. Smile! Smile! Smile! Like a lady you are.

Smile! Smile! Smile! Always put a smile on. Whenever he comes, Lighten your man's mood.

Don't care of your pain, Don't react to bad days. Smile! Smile! Smile! Your man had a tough day.

Be caught up between Real, fake, pretty and ugly. Smile! Smile! Smile! When surrounded by people.

Smile, still get judged around. Why are you wide and loud? Smile! Smile! Smile! So many rules of happiness too?

Smile for cameras all around. Smile for society and family too. Smile for your man's status, like you've been happy before.

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No one deceived you, you ditched yourself the moment you stopped fighting.

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Citadel

Build me a citadel, And throw me into oddities. Give me a quiet place to dwell.

Where nobody ask if I am doing well. Away from biped and their colonies. Build me a citadel.

Somewhere to use my own spell. Away from people's economies. Give me a quiet place to dwell.

A roof that act as a living hell, Place that come with it's policies. Build me a citadel. Strangeness that nobody can foretell, Beyond human and their hypothesis. Give me a quiet place to dwell.

Walls that expose my caravel, Silence that enhance qualities. Build me a citadel. Give me a quiet place to dwell.

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Are you by my side?

Between a clump of ferns, I saw a reflection of you under the sunbeam, beside my shadow. Are you really by my side? or are you a mirage to my eyes? Whenever I turn around to see a glimpse of you, the reality overshadows my fantasy. Ask every bracken about my ineffable efforts to find you. The fellow feeling, I am looking for, Is that really you?

With a sense of foreboding I continue to look more around me, but I have a fright built of losing myself somewhere through the process of finding you. Are you in my propensity? How do I tell your image that finding you is a labyrinth? I balk that your existence is ephemeral.

I know you aren't a benevolent, but keep up to stay by me. Be castle in the air or stay in the guise of my knack. but keep up to stay by me.

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“The more you hide your feelings, the more they show. The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow.”

— Unknown

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“People change and forget to tell each other.”

— Lillian Hellman

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“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didnt.”

— Khaled Hosseini; The Kite Runner

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Quack quack lost its way

We have a story from days gone by, In a henry was a duckling baby-boy. The chickens were born to be martyrize, But this duck was mommy's fav little guy.

The rich, fat woman with her feathered crew, Chickens clucked and squawked, feeling blue. They eyed the duck, their hearts filled with spite, For he received love both day and night.

With envy burning in each feathery breast, They gathered, plotting, to leave the nest. "No more poultry life," they loudly quacked, "We'll show her we're more than just a snack!"

In the dead of night, their great escape began, Under the moonlight, they formed a plan. One by one, they slipped away with glee, Leaving the mistress alone, as they wanted to see.

But as they dispersed, running far and wide, The duck stood there, confusion in his stride. "Quack quack, where are you going, my friends? I'm a chicken too, this is where the story bends!"

The chickens paused, their beady eyes gleaming, A wicked plot in their minds was scheming. They huddled around the confused little duck, Whispering tales that left him awestruck.

"Dear duck," they hissed, with cunning delight, "Come with us, and join the great flight. You're not just a duck, oh no, not you, You're a chicken, noble and true!"

Brainwashed and believing their clever lies, The duck agreed, bidding his mistress goodbyes. Together they ventured, a strange flock they made, Leaving the hennery, in a grand charade.

They strutted and clucked, all in unison, The duck, convinced he was a chicken, had won. But the mistress, bewildered and alone, Gazed at the empty hennery, her heart a stone.

So remember this tale, funny and absurd, Amidst the laughter and the twisted fun, Sometimes, our beliefs can be misguided, And ducks should stick to being ducks, undivided.

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Young Man of Army

On our excursion to the northeast, I experienced something noteworthy. Although the trip had now ceased, but I saw a man from my upper berth seat.

I felt like I've seen him somewhere formerly, He was an uniformed young man of Army. I tried to keep my hypothesis up to the least, but he looked overwhelmed in melancholy.

His tearful eyes kept looking at the phone, it was picture of a girl who he dearly loved. How difficult it would be for him all alone? To stay away from people who he adored.

He was there with us on our bus to Tawang. It was a memorable journey with a stranger, and this coincidence was also one and only. Story of this Army man touched me heartily.

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Dear diary, How are you? In case you feel like I only talk and care about myself.

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Victim Blaming

Within a realm where trust was held dear, Where hearts entwined without a fear, A tale unfolds of betrayal's cruel sting, Where victims find their voice and sing.

Oh, come, gather 'round, and hear the plight, Of love's betrayal and friendships' blight, Where those who wound, with venomous might, Shift blame to victims, their souls alight.

In love's grand theater, the scene was set, With promises sweet, now filled with regret, The wounded souls, their hopes shattered wide, As the traitors reveled in their deceitful stride.

But lo and behold, the victims arise, No longer silenced, they dispel the lies, With biting truth, they reclaim their might, Unmasking the guilt, shining truth's light.

"Ah, dear betrayer, your righteousness grand, As you point fingers, by lies you expand, You dance on our pain, your conscience unscathed, But in our strength, we shall not be swayed."

"Blame us, dear betrayer, with your cunning art, As you play judge and jury, tearing us apart, Yet we see through the charade you weave, Your words of blame, we shall not receive."

"So walk away, with your soul of disdain, Leaving us broken, scarred by your disdain, But know this, dear betrayer, our spirits won't break, We'll rise from the ashes, our resilience awake."

For in this tale of betrayal and woe, Victim-blamers' masks, we truly know, The victims shall triumph, their voices reclaim, As they heal their souls and transcend the pain.

So let them depart, those betrayers so cold, Leaving behind hearts that they callously sold, We'll rebuild and rise, with strength as our guide, For in our truth, we shall surely abide.

Within this realm, where trust will be restored, Where victims emerge, their wounds ignored, The echoes of their voices, defiant and clear, Remind us all that justice is near.

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No one is at fault in whatever happens. Sometimes the lie is proved innocent and sometimes the truth doesn’t raise its voice.

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