"biryani" poems
"Stoner's Poem"
I see your snapstories,
I see your ask profile.
I see how you comment and reply and flaunt your English skills.
Trust me, I love your rebuttals,
More than Biryani and the Lebanese pornstar.
I see your Facebook posts,
I see your WordPress,
And I see, how you craft your poems flamboyantly,
And then, and then,
Pilfer my breath,
And rob my me.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
Your deportment bewilders me,
More than Lowry-Bronsted's theory.
I see how you dance in the rain,
Like "All, sin, tan, cos", do in my brain.
I see how you frequent every segment of my cardiac muscle,
And then desert it, like it's one of the many dilapidated constructions.
My reminiscences about your thingness,
Escalate me to a higher spiritual level,
More than **** does.
Oh, that smile,
Oh, that look,
Oh, the mystique in you.
And again, I am writing of Love.
And the pen doesn't seem to stop soon,
For I have taken a greater risk,
Than asking my friend about cathodes and anodes and electrolysis, while I took my last chemistry exam,
When the invigilator was around.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
My aged mum excitedly points outside
White flowers burst open bright overnight
She says they look like popcorn
I love her metaphor and play along
Flowers white like popcorn bright
Tickled by the heat of the micro light
Mum speaks of small things in her big age
Sun, rain, wind, hot, cold, quite days
The unrelenting pain in her legs
and memories of things she could once do with ease
She speaks of the coming and going of mischievous monkeys
real monkeys - not metaphors
She tells of how they brazenly steal her fruit
when she is alone at home - teasing her
as they walk backwards out the glass door
slinging their stolen bananas like a colt 44
My mum sits across from me
the sun gently brushes her short silver grey strands of hair
Today she wears a pretty pink dress - patterned bright
with pretty pink and blue flowers - reflection
of the pretty flowers outside
She sits in serenity - she is at peace - inside
My niece pops corn in the microwave
My sisters biryani fills the hungry air
My brother in law awaits his birthday party
I am at home
The pretty white flowers
silently blossom in the yard
I sit across from my metaphor mum
My poet, my muse, my loving bard
Stanley Arumugam
Richards Bay
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
EID MUBARAK
wishing all my friends and colleagues "Eid Mubarak."
Celebrate may you, with Biryani, kababs,sevaiya n food from the "sadak".
May there be happinezzz n peace, in your lives.
May there be good health n honey, from the best bee hives.
With best wishes,
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
Namaz have been prayed,
Duas have have been said,
Sev khurma and biryani is ready,
Just go slow and steady.
Make the most of this joyous day I request,
I wish you and your family all the best,
On this Eid Day
5/6/2019
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
I live my life the way I want
and I don't care what others think or chant.
Accept me or reject me.
I am shy, I am humble and I am kind,
but harsh and blunt may my enemies find.
Accept me or reject me.
Many call me bigot and fanatic for passion I show towards my religion
but i don't care, I am ready to defend it in every season and in all condition.
Accept me or reject me.
I am an introvert and live mostly on my own,
that doesn't mean I am unfriendly and to my friends its known and shown.
Accept me or reject me.
I like Dosas, biryani, nehari and chicken fry.
but I am always prepared for salt and roti dry.
Accept me or reject me.
I am no saint, I do mistakes and then I regret,
but I am always ready to forgive and forget.
Accept me or reject me.
I try to speak the truth and sometimes it is very sour
I will continue that way, whether you declare a war, or put me behind bar.
Accept me or reject me.
I keep my distance from disco, cigarette, girls and liquor, that's not my way and that's not my style,
for which my friend's make my fun, but I ignore them all with a smile.
Accept me or reject me.
This is my story and this is my tale
It is for you all, and it is not for sale.
Accept me or reject me.
I love my prophet(pbuh) and I love Allah,
I am Muhammad Asadullah.
Accept me or reject me.
Accept me or reject me.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Many Happy returns of the Day Mani
Hope you celebrate such days, many
This world we know is fani
Your style of story-telling is toofaani
Hindi Raj Kumar’s famous dialogue, Eh Jaani
I am sure you are singing, Rajesh Khanna’s “Mere sapno ki Rani”
Sunday ** yah Monday, roz khao Andey!
We are okay to settle with Hyderabadi Biryani in Dande
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
You'll eat meat
And love a bacon sarnie
When you're ******
You'll smash a biryani
But when it comes to
Chopped pork, rinds and ham
No one wants to eat spam
In the Great War
We survived on rations
And beat zee Germans
With ******* passion
The lads didn't complain
About what they had to eat
Whether it was a le carte
Or mashed-up meat
But these days
That's not your jam
And no one wants to eat spam
It's great in a fry up
And ******* lovely in a butty
Get the kettle on
And get comfy
And enjoy
A cup of ******* tea
And eat your spam
Perfect with ketchup or HP
And don't complain
That it ain't real meat
Just get it in your gob
And enjoy this tasty treat
But most of you
Are to blame
And like the majority
Don't think it's the same
You're into avocados
Poached eggs and all that
And can't stand the thought
Of a chopped pig in a can
When you were young
You should've listened to your nan
Now it's a ******* shame
No one wants to eat spam
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
The headlights blaze,
a horn honks,
I look at the traffic light, I wait,
at a signal, in a traffic jam,
stuck.
Soldiers storm a university,
in a book a dog dies,
a girl fights tumors in her *******
the world turns,
and in a traffic jam, I remain
stuck.
Later in the night,
in my bed, I lie scrolling
Instagram stories follow one another,
a quick progression:
outrage on an atrocity turns and
becomes 40% Sale on a fashion brand, turns and
becomes the best biryani in town, turns and
becomes a friend at a pub, turns and
becomes my office desk, turns and
becomes an empty page, turns and
becomes a traffic jam, turns and
does not become anything, and I remain
stuck.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Santa Fe, Texas
May 18, 2018
welcome to America.
where there had been 11 school shootings before
the end of january of 2018.
welcome to America
where the mentality of the attacker
is the problem,
and not the system.
welcome to America
where a 17 year old Pakistani girl was killed in her school
among 9 other beautiful souls.
welcome to America, Sabika
which was greeted to you nearly six months ago
where you arrived in the "land of hopes and dreams"
to learn and grow and achieve.
welcome to America
the country that showed promise from the looming Taliban threats in Karachi, your hometown.
welcome to America
the country that you were going to help save Pakistan
by building stronger US - Pakistan relationships
and showing women empowerment by being
(possibly) the second female prime minister of Pakistan.
never again would you watch fireworks explode in the sky on August 14
never again would you count up your money on Eid
never again would you eat your mom's biryani on a hot summer day.
welcome to America, Sabika Sheikh
your hopes and dreams were alive and floating
in the land you gave your heart to
and the land that would take it away.
- a.g.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
A date night with myself
With my best mood on
Flaunting my smile to myself
Amazingly interesting it will be
I said to myself
And left for a shimmering place
To eat and to be with me
Chicken biryani with kabab
And pulpy grape juice
My fav food I ordered
Food, me and love
All at once
With music on
To celebrate my me-time!
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Cigarette buds
Empty glasses
Always a wine glass shatters
Leftover biryani
Leg bones
The crease in the beds
Sofa cushions on the floor
Guests have left
Empty house
Just me and the wait for the next weekend.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
Recruitment without Naukri
Is like a cobra
Stripped of its venom
A tree without leaves
A musician without an instrument
A Mutton Biryani without the mutton
A laptop without a battery
I can go on and on
But you get the gist, right?
Recruitment without Naukri
How does it even work?
Of course, there are other portals
LinkedIn, Monster, Indeed
TimesJobs, Shine, Updazz
Dice, Hirist, Instahyre
But do they even come close
To matching the pin-point accuracy
The sheer amount of detailing
The refreshing practicality
And finally, the user-friendliness
That Naukri brings to the table?
The answer to that, unfortunately
Is a resounding no
Recruitment without Naukri?
Can it be managed?
As mentioned earlier
There are other portals
But will your boss be ready to pay
For any of them, apart from LinkedIn?
The answer to that, unfortunately
Is again a resounding no
Recruitment without Naukri
Coupled with a miserly boss
Is like chasing 350 in 50 overs
On a seaming wicket at Leeds
All your hard work at the nets
Goes to the drain
As you keep trying to hit boundaries
And end up getting clean bowled instead
Ultimately, the loser is not the client
Not the boss either
It is you, and only you
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
In the morning, firstly
Eat nothing but honey
The brain will be fresh
And body will be warmed
Then, we must get in the kitchen...
Fresh ingredient are well packed
So let the Biryani of peace cooked
Now, world is full of thirsty of war
Every nation is eager, to attack or defend...
So what to do?
Just to prepare to take Biryani of peace after been cooked
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:51 AM UTC
Thought I was over you but,
little things keeps reminding me of you.
The way used to take that bite off my sandwich, pretend it wasn't you.
When you used to divide our favorite biryani, keeping more for me.
That wrist watch of yours with no second hand.
When you used to try on my new jackets,
Then refusing to take it off anytime soon.
Loving everything that I gave you,
Collecting gifts, roses, even the wrapper of the first bournville that we had together.
You ain't here to try on my jackets no more,
To sneak a bite off my sandwich,
To practice that couple salsa dance with me.
To ride with me in perfect weather.
I see you in every girl I know,
Everything around reminds me of you.
Never thought I would miss you this much,
But I fuckin' do.
Wonder IF YOU STILL MISS ME TOO!!
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
For four years have I known you
From railfans to close friends
Quite the journey has it been
In the train of relationships
Thou art innocent and sweet
But when it comest to talking
Oh boy, do you set the bar high
With an expertise in four languages
At the age of just twenty-four!!
Every outing we've had
Has been nothing short of memorable
From the hurricane run
On board the famous Pune Shatabdi
To the thrilling boat ride
Through the equally famous Bhigwan Bird Sanctuary
Add a few movies in between
Not to mention, drinks *** dinner
And you have the icing on the cake
Whenever I've come to Pune
I've always felt at home
Your family being the engine
To my train of love, happiness and peace
From your mother's cooking
To your father's hospitality
Not to mention, your lavish home
With a plethora of facilities
You ain't just no friend
But a younger brother as well
Quite the honour has it been
To have you at our home
Something we should do more often
After all, we are thick as thieves
For four years have I known you
And with every year
Our bond has grown stronger
Than even the Rock of Gibraltar
Which ain't no surprise
Since we have a lot in common
Trains, cricket, movies
Food, drinks, cats
The list is endless
For four years have I known you
And our friendship is something to be cherished
As much as India winning a Cricket World Cup
Or a journey in a diesel-hauled train
Or even, Hyderabad's finest Mutton Biryani!!
I endeth on this note
Age is just a number
Even when it comest to relationships
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 6:50 AM UTC
I like me,
Yes,I like me,
I really like me
I really, really like me.
I am no pretense,
I am what I can be.
I am a candy that children love,
I am a nutty chocolate that some die for,
While others are allergic to it.
I am a savoury snack you find in youngsters backpack,
Or you take for picnics.
I am a roast turkey or Biryani for family feasts,
I am a mild soup for the aged.
I laugh and make others laugh,
I cry, but wipe others tears,
I am gentle but can be tough when need arises.
I try to be soft but rough to those who dare cross my path,
I am a friend indeed.
Yes, I like me,
As I am, as I can be.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
Oh what I wouldn’t try to do
For but a drop
Of Bangalore rain
The steamy wet mud incense
Soaks through the all-too-blinded
New money two-storey houses
But, oh, what’s that
A 2% glimmer of something
A je ne sais quoi?
A 2% vegetable-market-mixed-with-chai
A 2% late night kabab stall
A 2% unsightly shopping mall basement
A 2.5% biryani from my mother’s hands
A 2.5% cat resting on a soft four poster bed
(Dark wood, of course)
A 2.5% afternoon nap lull
An 86.5% sound of a heart weeping,
Far far away,
For home.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Talk and hard talk... It will
not solve the equation.
The giants must think
Summits are called
Tables were rounded (again,
no solution).
The world is hungry for
conflict...
No peace-food to feed.
We must get in the kitchen to prepare the Biryani of peace.
For the sake of people's lives
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:06 AM UTC
Eyes twinkling like stars in sky,
Lips coloured as a deep corals,
Cheeks flushing like a beautiful red rose,
Standing in her corridor and waiting for one to arrive
And the moment he arrived her face looked like a full moon
Her legs moved like a horse towards him
And she took the Biryani from his hand
Ran to her room and happily ate it.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Say I love you, Ms. T
Willing am I, to change
And expand my range
But I will change only my behaviour
Not my nature
For you, can I be silent
Become less brutally honest
Speak more softly
Walk more slowly
Keep some distance
Be less tense
Irrespective of the situation
Give you more attention
Even go to jail if required
As long as the cause is good!
Say I love you, Ms. T
With you, will I always be
Loyal to the tee
Through sunny and rainy days
Even if I never get my way
Your secrets, will I keep forever
For you, deeply will I care
However, never will I be overprotective
No matter what, will I do my best to stay positive
After all, are we a team
And you make me beam!!
Say I love you, Ms. T
So much fun, can we have
And so much, can I give
A night out at Elliot's Beach
Swapping tales at lunch
While I savour a Beef Biryani
Writing poems about each other
Listening to Harris Jayaraj songs together
Dissing the central government
Getting into a Harry Potter related argument
Travelling in a "toy train"
Dancing in the Chennai rain
The list will be endless
And will I make sure, nothing you miss!!
Say I love you, Ms. Y
If you love me back
I swear I will always have your back
Because, are you my world
And it is your hand I will forever hold
If not, then thank you for this beautiful opportunity
To write yet another piece of romantic poetry!!
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 8:25 AM UTC
INDIA is the coolest place
Being here is not a disgrace
Home of Bollywood
Indian version of Hollywood
Delicious , mouth watering food
Biryani makers my mouth drool
And no one should forget Chaat, Paan and sweets
It is seriously worth taking a tour
home of Taj Mahal and many more
it has the best judiciary to make sure no one breaks the rule
Apples in Kashmir are the best
Once you eat one you won't rest
do you know what I am talking about?
Yes, it is my country INDIA
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
I have two daughters and both are girls,
Call your parents and your mother and especially your father,
Close the window,air force come in,
Child bear sold here (chilled beer)
Go and have your ***** blood and stool tasted.
Get a free **** (coke) with each biryani.
Free body masaz done here.
20/7/2019
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Huge n grand it was, under those beautiful heavenly open skies
On the banks of river Tapi, in Mughlisera, Surat it now dilapidated lies ;
Known better it is as "Angrj ni kothi"; the East India factory; were its old ties!!
A compound huge, with a garden; estimate you just can't, its price !!!
How I wish, it was actually mine, loved I every bit of it; specially its location n size.
Always admire I would, those marvellous Sunsets n watch enamored the magical moon rise.
Listen I often did, to beautiful lilting songs of yore; on a stereo of high quality n price
Enjoyed I the breeze cool, blowing over the river, as I ate food, specially my Mom's Biryani rice.
And most of all, I enjoyed the glow on my Mom's face, whenever with my visit, I her surprised!!!
Oh wonderful were those days I spent with my beloveds, no one can ever quote their price
Miss I its beauty n grandeur, lures me that balcony even today; hope like Phoenix it will again arise.
May this dream come true, may that happiness from nowhere again arise.
Aedoon Baad
Armin Dutia Motashaw
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Twenty and two pieces of banana leaves
Spread over stacks of news paper sheets
On each leaf a red spot of lemon tickle
while the boiled egg on top buckle
Over the three serves of mixed veg Biryani
These meals are to be packed and distributed at the lane
After three parcels the cello tape came to the reel's end
Nineteen parcels still to be packed and it's thirty past nine
The hungry have to be fed and the office duty starts at ten
How to pack the food parcels when the cellophane tape is spent
O god, the brain black out and hypnotic
And in no time the left hand stretch robotic
Moves to the left to a corner below the table
Amidst a jumble of books past two boxes and cable
The index finger skips the top one and aims
The lid of the second one and claims
a brand new cello tape immense
Out of a stupor the brain awakens with a sense
O Jesus! His presence
Heart heaving,
Tears gushing
'Am not alone but Jesus
Like a baby watching curiously a craftsman work,
He is always beside the great Me, lurk
When the human wit run out and escape
Pouncing to catch for me even a cello tape
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 2:51 AM UTC