As everyone knows ,everyone has inside cliches
And closely working with them, in beauty routine.
Every child knows to keep company with the old.
Those are litle things one has kept in old drawers.
Every tea cup is inside cliche, qualifies for poem.
Especially if there is no tea,drunk before poem.
Green leaves are no dregs forming strange birds.
Dregs are Darjeeling tea residues left after train.
Train is what reaches the edge into a sky of tea.
Dregs are left if a retard climbs lover’s deathbed
A lover who was a sweet tossing shoes in the air,
In a romance like last night’s withered jasmines
Left as dregs on beauty hair’s smelling on pillow.
Sweets are cliches in teeth,smell clarified butter
But shoes in air are strange birds since classified
And found in the fossil society’s rare bird archives.
(Referring to a Bollywood film titled Barfi)