Not my cup of tea

I know not
the dormant pain
buried deep within
the baffled brain.

Bewildered as it is
in the nucleus,
yet coated with ecstasy
Isn't that hilarious?

Well I don't recognise
this double-faced mind.
Is it just me, or
is it something darkly intertwined?

To me it appears
simple just the way ice melts.
What if it were a shadow,
a silhouette or something else?

Perhaps it's just the lassitude
which makes it all Greek to me,
So I decide to leave it all
because, you know, it's not my cup of tea.


~©Jashaswini_Mishra