"kabab" poems
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
the feeling of being yeet
the feeling of eating a kabab
the feeling of the kabab being delicious
yeetkabalicious
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 8:40 PM 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