Art of making Chai (Tea)

I always smile when my friend
Is baffled by my obsession with chai 
You see making chai is an art
From boiling the water on the stove
While humming your favorite song
To precisely adding the tea leaves
Which give the perfect golden color
As you let it brew by the clock
Reading Neruda’s poem in between
Till the roasted aroma wraps you
In its spread soothing your senses
And with all the concentration you
Pour the chai in the cup and watch
With delight as the hot steam forms
Designs that you want to capture
In your memory as magical moments
That remind you of words of C. S. Lewis
This brings a smile on your face and
To complete your Chai making ritual
A little milk and a little honey essence
Brings your Chai cup to desired perfection
With a hand wrapped around the cup
And another holding Murakami’s 1Q84
You comfortably settle in your favorite spot
On the sofa by the window and raise the cup
The first sip that moves down the throat
Warms up the inside like hands of a lover
Who knows the secret way to your home
And with a smile that hides a secret
You savour the delicacies of Chai
Enjoying the world of words in your hand