Everything Is A Journey

The Earth spins around its Axis.

To orbit from south pole to north pole.

The seasons switch from green, to dry
 To rainbow, to cold.

Only they can tell you the stories of their journeys.

Noah sailed his Ark across the flood of doom.

It’s called a journey of survival.

The wildlife immigrates across oceans.
 Across deserts.

Because life is all about moving, I tell you.

The rivers flow gently along with the breezy winds.

Because as you know the water are traveling.

People transform from infants into seniors.

It’s the cycle of life, as the science calls it.

How did we get to the moon? How did we get to Mars?

We are the wanderers, the dwellers,
The travelers, the explorers.

The world and its inhabitants are
On missions of endless journeys.

And you can’t stop it nor hold it.

People are rushing around the crowded streets.

They’re traveling to live their lives.

Cars are crashing at each other in the roads.

Because their drivers are in hurry to survive.

Birds fly high above the sky.

They’re searching food and nesting.

Life on Earth is a journey.

And you can’t control it.

But it can control your life.

Fetuses in the womb appear as aliens 
Through the sonogram.

But when they are born, they are among us.

In between is a journey
That only the science can tell you.

And you dear reader, had a long journey of learning. 
I can tell.

Learning ABC, learning 123.

Learning to speak, to read and to write.

And that is quite a journey only you can tell us.

Shaah (The Aromatic Black tea)

Photo by Travelversed


Here is my first ever poem, I wrote it as a topic proposal for my class but choose different topic. This poem is a 3rd person point of view and I'm using the black tea perspective. I know I'm only a beginner and I'm looking forward to improving as the semester goes on.

She raises up in the morning like a saint, she heads to the kitchen, starts the stove, fills the kettle with warm water. She opens to the cabinet full of tea assortment bins, but I’m the only thing she grabs every morning along with her favorite aromatic spices mix. She relishes every sip of me she takes. For I’m the only cherished caffeinated beverage in this home. Her favorite breakfast is a cup of aromatic black tea, two loaf breads gently spread with creamy peanut butter, and sliced apples. Whenever guests come to this home, I’m the beverage that is served along with delightful refreshments followed by enchanting conversations. And on those joyful tea party special occasions, I’m the only beverage on the table surrounded by kids, adults and bunch of princess dolls taking their sips slowly and enjoyably. It doesn’t matter whether I’m black or served with milk, what makes me special to her is she boils me in a kettle on the stove-top with her favorite aromatic spices. Quartet of cardamom pods, a pinch of whole cloves and a stick of cinnamon, without them I’m bland. She listens pleasantly as the kettle whistles its melodious lyrics into her ears. She stands at the kitchen counter and watches admiringly as the steam of mists evaporate through the spout, disperse itself into the atmosphere and vanish. Her best moment is filling me in a large mug with a spoonful of sugar and milk, stirring me gently with a spoon, and sitting down on her comfortable spot, tired from daily duties to do her studies. I fight sleep for hours until sleep wins the battle. I’m the aromatic and spiced black tea but she calls me Shaah in her native language. And I shall serve her forever, for she is my lover.