"ghee" poems
2 cups of atta flour
mix it with a cup of lukewarm water
add a pinch of salt
Ready to knead the dough
Knead it soft, knead it hard
Throw it on the air
Roll it on the table
Rest it for sometime
While you check on your curry
Perfect TENGGIRI fish curry
Put it in microwave, Nuke it
the aroma fills the air...
Smells good... salive drops oppss...
Heat the pan now dear
8 chapati all together fresh in a bowl
one by one roll it well
make it really round
a little bit of ghee, hmm... smells like heaven
my daughter waits with a plate in her hand
one chapati ready,
two chapati ready,
three chapati ready,
Mummy I leave the plate on the table now
I want to switch on the tv
My daughter comes back
all three chapati are stolen...
She screams out loud
WHO STOLE MY CHAPATI?????
And the chapati war begins.....
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
#Her wails rent the air
*O God how unfair you are
to have snatched him from me
the only man that truly cared
never treated me badly.
Without him is a life to grieve
empty meaningless
take me too O God relieve
this pain of no redress!*
Shouldn't we bring a costly cot
of mahogany or such wood
asked the men what was her thought
about carrying her man so good.
Shouldn't the pyre be of sandalwood
the fuel a pure ghee
your husband ma'am was a man too good
to be burned ordinarily.
She paused a while frowning dark
a shadow passed her face
a hint of wince made its mark
a pall of uneasiness.
*He's gone to never return
the onus is now on me
to run the days with meager earn
and not spend wastefully.
ordinary wood would burn as good
kerosene would do well
prudence demands not one should
be lavish in funeral.*#
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
I jump with glee
And break my knee
Eat homemade ghee
And **** with Lee.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
I’ve been waiting for so long,
On the road that never ends
Migrating between seasons to my
Pastoral lands north and south
Searching for your unfamiliar face
In forest foothills, swarming buses
And basins next to the Ganges.
I can wait till the moon hits the sea
The time- till you come, till you come.
Flashing lights, chiming bells,
Inscent sticks and a peculiar charm-
You carried, they said.
But you’re flesh and blood for me
Truth and reality knotted between
My garland of jasmine flowers.
I can wait with full heart and glistening eyes
Till you come, till you come.
There is no haste, I’m anticipating an upcoming
There is no starry blanket or mount chariot
But there are fireflies and a summer sun
Playing peekaboo with my shadow
Behind the mangrove forest
Envisaging your ticket to this world.
A crew of lasses claims and expects you
But you’re beyond love they could conceive.
Let the world scream, cry and yell
I still can wait till you come, till you come.
You’re a friend, philosopher and guide
I adore, worship and awaits your arrival.
Merchant ladies who walked my hut
Asked me all day to keep a ghee lamp
I lit a thousand lamps and still you dint-
Walk my shed. This life is not long enough
To witness thy face, eternal and mysterious
I can wait till you come, till you come.
The journey is beautiful, endless and offhand,
Walking through lanes strangely acknowledged
But there’s a feeling familiar still so odd.
The walk is not to say good bye but it’s a quest,
A prayer to reach your mountain nest.
There is the world- cirrus and starry nights
I can escape for the time forever from tides-
That counts the time- to the unknown!
I can’t wait, till you come, till you come.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Clouds floating under Moon light of cold night
Just as snow layers accumulating all over land
Make sky and plains pure white as buttermilk!
Milk becomes buttermilk and butter to ghee and
Cheese and yogurt byproducts of milk to enjoy
As children to mother we nourish in life long...!
Milk and honey flow as river if world is prosperous
By honest and true lovers of work for perfection
In all fields not calculating only money and profit!
Churning milky ocean elixir was produced for angels
As buttermilk is churned to produce butter for all
To enjoy and live longer in the world to do better!
As churning in base one another better one is made
Painful pleasure is love to live life in enjoyment ever!
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
I sit and stink,
After cups of tea, conversations and melancholy
The sweat is salty, an armpit attached to sentences-
Ondaatje and the cat, Abramovic and tears,
The hollow room and my single window that ached
The smell and the grey torn shirt never got *****
I sit and stink,
Desperate to walk, talk and get out of newspapers
Scratch rich names out of the walls and retreat
To untie the curly locks and let them breathe.
A phone thrown at one corner and emails unread
The world- a closed book with no pages.
I sit and stink,
Jeans pulled down to a wet floor
European closet and the yellow sparky lights,
Imagination erupted, there was no room to escape.
I pencilled graphs, penned letters and painted snakes
Self-portrait, Van gogh and a black and white me.
I sit and stink,
A friend, the jack and the brick house
Dosa with ghee served for the jarred tilapias,
They are all memories. Unremembered-
Like running races and the temple music system.
I wrote them down neatly, in a rectangle, they leaked.
I sit and stink,
An unfamiliar face in a place with no power
Glenfarclas, smoke and Ra Ra Rasputin
She danced. He watched. Her collarbones broke.
He dug his nail, dirt at its corner, an unshaven facade
It was grave, full of pain, his face and his eyes.
I sit and stink,
A ****** body inside the same grey shirt
Scratching names next to the European closet
With the old song from the temple music system.
The unfamiliar face evoked all human senses
The body is yet to take a wash.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
how to make ghee
how to to clarify,
place the salt free butter in pan
turn the heat on very low,
then just listen............
first,
silence--
then sounds of drizzling rain for a while grow
to a creek starting to flow
then hear the steady rain pelting on leaves
(if it starts to sound like popcorn,
maybe turn the heat down),
then let the rain keep
trodding, until
it gets quieter
and quieter
and quiet
then
turn
off
flame,
the
ghee
is
ready
strain,
and
bottle
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
Peter Schiff has sounded
the alarm bells, the crash
is eminent and dollars are
going to make no sense.
Invest in Irish Butter, it is
the best and safest way to
spread your wealth, even
on toast, no meltdown.
Cheddar No Shredder, is
the motto in Tralee, where
the Paddy's are a smiling with
their Guinness and their Ghee.
For Isabella Guinness.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
***i wish i could take the credit
but its the combination of ghee and honey
that brings me to ecstasy
with schisandra you will be elevated
but use her mindfully
because she’ll easily blow your mind
this lonely existence burns like a fire
i offer you these words
a speckle of hope or a thread of rope
as artifacts from an earlier time
that connects us to our home
i know its difficult to cope with all this tragedy
so lets resurrect an an anthology of goodness
what are we choosing to remember
only the cold embers of yesterday’s funeral pyre
or the flames that leapt through the air
while you shouted higher and higher
its ok to be proud of nothing
forever warming our backs by the fire
so many ancestors stood proud behind you
never once do they judge you
so why must we collect
impertinent insults from our neighbors
when they prefer to sit around and savor
the mesmerizing nonsense
that captivates their souls called television
i am beyond understanding
sandwiched between anger
and demanding justice
first we must conclude that the world is broken
so we can decide on the proper attitude
or adjustment***
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Easy form, just one, two, three done
Doesn't have to rhyme, can be free
Three lines simple, I've mess up-ghee
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
The old man is dead
His two shadows and the apparition
Looking on anxious,horrified and relieved.
Finally the son is of any use
Lighting the pyre emboldened by the fire
Raging in his throat and belly
Lived so alone with the two shadows
And the apparition. But, a jolly crowd
To bathe his sins and embalm his skin
With ghee. Tea and *** passing hands,
***** and tobacco smoke unlocking
The mind. Nephew in epiphany, discovers
The soul did not escape through the mouth
But through the *******
Defective death, needs prayashchit.
13 days! Too long to atone for a
Life time of neglect! The kulin hands
The old man chose for his only son
Finally stirs, a feast for the departed soul
Offered at twilight under a banyan tree
By the holy bank.
Ahhh! Moksha!
I wonder, for whom.
The apparition struggles to raise a hand,
A cry, while the shadows melt away.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
*żar nal girsz-ghee-oh-baksyl; dar gisz kubteel,
wła di koph teal?! ki goor kar yam... ba ga knee!*
he who instils fear in others...
instils the same fear in himself,
as the shaky knees test
to see whether instilling fear works,
and loving in return becomes
a shadow of a pebble when
the shadow of the mountain illuminates
further than the footsteps dare print
onto it into the helium sphere of expression
sounding depressed: pipsqueak & chipmunks
don't make you laugh? but they'll
make you buy an output of civilisation
of the no. 1 single sung in that ultra-soprano:
i almost wished to have written ultra-castrato...
but then i realised,
the popes loved eating scrambled eggs
for breakfast... so there was nothing left to squeeze.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
I wanna live
With the asana girl
We could be happy
Drinking our ghee
With my asana girl
She speaks in their slogans
I nod and say yes
We roll on our mats and
Breathe through our noses
My asana girl
Twelve yogis humming
A sitar for show
The raja relaxes
And waits between chants
For his asana girl
I don’t need no money
I’m happy as hell somehow
Karma’s a ***** y’know
You see it’s all a big show
Om... om... om
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
_back_
Wind hisses. Water runs. Leaves rustle. Bees buzz. Roosters cuckoo.
_forth_
Bird takes flight. Napkin falls from the string. Cat jumps from a 7-foot door. Man splashes water on face.
_back_
Almost-ripe mangoes. Jackfruit cut open. Garlic tadka in ghee. Just-washed hair.
_forth_
Cool wooden swing. Fly hovers over my skin. Strand of hair against my face. Hot tea almost burns tongue.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Smell of the first cup of coffee
Text from a best friend
The voice of my family
And the cool morning rain
The milky chai and biscuits
The steaming hot pakode in the rain
Hot daal chawal with ghee
And curd rice with pickle
The melody of my favorite song
And the moves on the dance floor
Singing while taking a shower
And dancing with random moves
Discovering a new song
And playing it till my ears bleed
Singing the song till I find
Someone crazy about it like me
Travelling with my best-friend
And doing crazy pranks on each other
Meeting a new person
And finding we share the same interests
Finishing up of an artwork
Completing writing a poem
Reading a novel entirely
And binge watching TV series
The sound of the ocean
The feeling of sand beneath my feet
The way the waves touch my feet
And beautiful sand castles
These are some of many things
That makes me smile every day
I had many smiles today
Sharing one with you too!
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
तुझसे नाराज़ नहीं ज़िन्दगी, my heart beat
for it is as smooth as ghee, a resonating beat
व्यक्तित्व क्या, but a comforting malaise made
from products of hay and of stardust,a cosmic beat
जब कोई बात बिगड़ जाये, i don't give a ****
for feelings are like a giant, wits for complete beat
कुछ भी तो नहीं, the sound of one hand clapping
A dialetic pin,philosophy leaves me beat
मेरा दिमाग दर्द होता है, no more discourse
answers missing in the गीता, flat line heartbeat
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
we are the rainbow’s devotion
in archaic motion
a potion of nectar
fulfilling wishes
a *** of ghee, honey and yogurt
poised precariously above
and what a delicious tragedy it would be
if that slippery *** of honey spilled upon us
and covered all our clothing in its fragile offering
once upon a time we walked naked upon the earth
now we wear clothes and i’m still wondering
if we have anything good to show for it
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
Slowly ghee is burning.
In peace and quiet
placing diyas.
Togetherness of family.
Watching moving flames
bring light into the dark.
Shell✨🐚
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 5:46 AM UTC
Swami Krishna's eyes flashed
lightning bolts illumining his round, brahmin
raincloud colored face.
Igniting logs in the huge fire pit
for our ancestral puja
he chanted ancient vedic hymns,
it was a beautiful offering on
this venerable Sunday morning.
Rites for remembering ancestors
is a tradition in many cultures,
not so much in the west.
Swami Krishna elaborated on its
importance:
We thank them for the good,
for laying the groundwork and support of
our lineage.
We remember them with
love and gratitude,
he stated, wrapping the yellow and red
priestly shawl closer to his body.
Strong, musky, acrid, odor of wood burning
stung our nostrils
one by one, ritualistically we added
ghee, incense sticks, flowers, herbs
and rice to the auspicious serpentine
flames
I could sense my mother near
spicy whiff of curry and channel no. 5
mixing with clouds of smoke
A secret door slowly opened in the heavens
as a procession of ghostly relatives
took their place around the blazing havan
It was almost high noon
and Surya, the Sun God
halted His brilliant chariot
driven by 7 rainbow hued horses
Hovering mid-air over our holy gathering
He raised His Golden Hands in Blessing
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Generous to all
In every manner
Primal flutes, ghee abound
A spectral becoming
You, I, discarded plastic
An infinitude
Boundless being
One of many, image of the sun
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 8:43 PM UTC