Cup of Tea

Days went off, moments gone, time to touch, feel and see, Here in this misty fog meet me for a cup of tea, Where would you mull? Your heart and soul are in possession of me, You cannot recede, beat me for a cup of tea, Oh, December you made me tired, sullen, and panicky, But faded away in January as you met me for a cup of tea, They said love is an illusion, blind and black sea, You would know its worth, meet me for a cup of tea, Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for the moment of glee? I will for you, for a cup of tea, Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yet we, Can saturate these waves, meet me for a cup of tea, You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me, You would know the depth of love, meet me for a cup of tea, Who knows freedom and what is to be free, Who meets a dervish and me on a cup of tea, You managed to escape and fled-where would you be? I will trace your phantoms when I sip, a sip of tea, I deserve your saccharin smile and the last talk so we, Renounce thinking over goodbye, meet me for a cup of tea, (Reply) And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go? O Yaar, I am here with you, for you, for a cup of tea... Written By Muhammad Shahid Hussain Choudhry