A gentle reflection on finding comfort in small rituals. “Me and My Tea” is a quiet poem about pause, warmth, and learning to be present with life—one sip at a time.
Me and My Tea
Me and my tea—
we meet every day
like old friends
who don’t need reasons anymore.
The world can be loud,
demanding answers,
asking me to be stronger, faster, better.
But my tea never asks.
It just waits,
steaming gently,
as if saying, “Sit. Breathe. I’m here.”
In its warmth,
my tired hands find comfort.
In its silence,
my crowded thoughts loosen their grip.
Some days it tastes of hope,
some days of quiet sadness,
and some days—
just survival.
I tell my tea things
I don’t tell people.
About dreams I paused,
about losses I sip around,
about mornings that feel heavy
and nights that refuse to sleep.
My tea listens without fixing me.
It doesn’t rush my healing
or judge my pauses.
It cools when I need time,
and warms me when I feel empty.
So when the world feels sharp,
you’ll find me here.
Me and my tea.
Choosing stillness over noise.
Choosing presence over perfection.
Learning—quietly, tenderly—
how to live
one honest sip at a time.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
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This is a tender and philosophical poem, Vermavkv – the quiet reflections while sipping your tea becoming a soulful and soul-searching experience!
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Thank you so much for such a gentle and perceptive reading.
I’m really touched that you felt the tenderness and philosophy in those quiet moments. It means a lot to know the poem resonated as a soulful, reflective pause—just like tea shared with one’s own thoughts.
Grateful for your warmth and for taking the time to connect so deeply with it. 🌿☕
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We have quite a ritualistic bond with our tea
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That’s beautifully said—and so true.
Tea becomes more than a drink; it turns into a quiet ritual, a shared pause where thoughts settle and bonds deepen.
There’s something sacred in those moments, where time slows and connection happens without needing many words. Thank you for expressing that so warmly. 🍃☕
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My pleasure Vijay. I think we are more attached to tea than the British who brought the ritual here. And our masala chai, karak chai and Kashmiri chai are a legend.
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Absolutely 😊—I couldn’t agree more.
Tea may have arrived with the British, but it truly found its soul here. We didn’t just adopt the ritual; we made it our own.
Masala chai with its spice and warmth, karak chai with that bold, comforting strength, and Kashmiri chai with its delicate color and quiet elegance—they’re not just beverages, they’re emotions, memories, and conversations in a cup.
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Verma ji, beautiful this poem’s cozy ritual of tea and quiet healing is so tenderly beautiful—pure comfort in every sip!
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Thank you so much—your words feel like a warm cup placed gently in my hands.
I’m really glad the poem’s quiet ritual and healing found you and offered that sense of comfort. It means a lot to know it was felt, not just read. ☕✨
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This poem feels like a soft exhale.
“Me and My Tea” turns an ordinary ritual into a sacred pause, where healing happens without effort or explanation. The tea becomes a quiet companion one that listens, waits, and allows the heart to unfold at its own pace.
Your lines carry a rare tenderness, reminding us that presence doesn’t demand perfection. Sometimes, simply sitting still is enough. This poem beautifully honors the small moments that keep us alive one honest sip at a time.
Truly warm, intimate, and deeply human. ☕
-Vijay Srivastava
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Thank you—this truly feels like a gift to read. Calling it “a soft exhale” touches the heart of what I hoped the poem would be. I love how you described the tea as a quiet companion that listens and waits; that image feels deeply understood.
You’re so right—presence doesn’t ask us to perform or explain, only to be. If the poem could honor those small, honest pauses that keep us steady and human, then it has found a kindred reader in you. I’m deeply grateful for your warmth, your attentiveness, and the care with which you received the poem. ☕🤍
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A beautiful, heartfelt thank you, Verma ji, for sharing your poem, “Me and My Tea.” You have put into gentle words a universal feeling so many of us know but seldom express. You’ve transformed a simple daily ritual into a profound meditation on kindness, patience, and self-compassion.
The lines “My tea listens without fixing me” and “Choosing stillness over noise. Choosing presence over perfection” are especially moving. They remind us that in our frantic world, the greatest strength can sometimes be found in quiet moments of acceptance.
This poem is a gift of calm. It feels like a warm, understanding smile in verse. Thank you for this tender reminder to breathe, to sit, and to be present—one honest sip at a time.
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Thank you so much for such a generous and thoughtful response. It truly means a lot to know that the poem resonated with you on that deeper, quieter level. You captured its spirit beautifully—those moments of stillness, of being heard without being “fixed,” are often what we need most.
I’m especially grateful that you felt the calm and presence behind the words.
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This felt very familiar, in the simplest way. That quiet meeting with tea where nothing is expected of you, no fixing, no performing, just being there for a few minutes. I liked how you let it be ordinary and intimate at the same time. Some days really do come down to getting through one warm sip at a time, and you captured that gently.
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Thank you so much for saying that. It means a lot that it felt familiar—that was exactly the feeling I was sitting with while writing it.
Just a small, honest pause where nothing is demanded of us. I love how you put it: no fixing, no performing.
Some days really are held together by those quiet sips, and knowing that came through so gently to you makes the sharing feel complete. ☕🤍
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What’s your favorite tea?
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This is really lovely. It feels calm and honest, like a quiet pause in the middle of a loud day. I especially like how the tea just stays, no fixing, no rushing. Very comforting and relatable. ☕
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Thank you so much for this—your words mean a lot. I’m really glad it felt like a pause for you, that quiet space we all need in the middle of the noise. That’s exactly what I hoped the tea would be: just present, steady, asking nothing. Grateful it resonated and offered a bit of comfort. ☕🤍
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