by Farhin Forkan Nisa

This taste, it’s quite a strange thing.
If one is not careful, it might burn,
and leave you unable to taste anything again.

This taste, it’s a mystery. The mighty Taste
Sometimes it tastes like “summer braze,”
sometimes it tastes like “winter dew.”
But more importantly,
sometimes it feels like a “woke-up call,”
sometimes it feels like “agony,”
sometimes it feels like “frozen time.”

This taste lets one have the time to stop
and think.
It works like a magic spell that helps to create.
In the end, this taste reminds me that it is not just a cup of tea.
It’s the taste of lost time, feelings, people and memories.
This tastes like more than tea — it’s the hope of my life.
This taste is a reminder of the endless, sleepless night.
This is the taste of never giving up.
This is the taste of the time I suffer alone in the nights.
This, this is not just a taste — this is me and the journey of my life.