"paneer" poems
Chorus, string Music Box, 8. Daud Mazmur
Why does yawning slap my face?
I don't wake Yawn's slumbering
while I work, except when tired. Mercy please.
Healing bones, working.Yawning.
Waiting and churning fear into butter.
And U? How long have U curdled
my milk? Soul food & Paneer satisfies.
Save me some of that satisfaction
leftover. When I wake, yawning,
dead tired, who hears my need for snacks?
I'm tired of sighing,
of sleeping in Noah's bed,
floating on crocodile tears.
I can't swim no more with these eyes.
They're too old, swollen from too many fights.
U go. A timeout for a few hours, while I rest the no.
I hear Yawn's snore,
I know the dinner's ready;
Enemies sit; I share the butter without shame,
and suddenly we are not disappointed.
We have guiltily repented.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
My grandma is an old woman
With shiny silver hair
Like the queen's hat
I go to visit her on Sundays
Her face lights up like
Night sky from the old moon
She smiles the most gorgeous smile
Her teeth make a little window
To her heart
Love finding its way back
My grandma prepares
All the dishes that make my mouth water
She begins at Saturday morning
And finishes by evening
Slowly, bit by bit
My grandma is aged but
her love is like wine;
The older, the more intense
She feeds me with her fragile, shaky hands
The paneer tastes creamy
The jalebis are like her skin,
Brown and sleak
It has been 6 weeks
Since I have been meeting her
Every Sunday
Today when I checked my weight
The machine pointed at
Sixty four point five
From fifty eight point seven
It is her love that has found home
Within me.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
so they say
love
is better the second time around
&
its a lot like
going in for seconds
when you already know
how the first dish tasted
but
you just can’t get enough
so
you head back
for more
i wonder
if you’re as good
as my second plate
of saag paneer
i’ve been working on
for the last half hour
knowing i’m too full
to continue
but willing to stuff myself completely
for the sake of
feeling
complete
& utter fulfillment
of you
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Early risers begin their morning commute in the cool fresh air
As I jog and listen to the soft silence of Bangalore
Packs of dogs argue and shout at each other at night
During the day they bask in the warmth by an open door
Red brick and greenery adorn the dream school
The walls speak the chatter of foreign female tongues
I’m confident that even when we leave
These girls will leave no song left unsung
Group dinners, all 17 of us packed inside
Laughter, jokes and great food to eat
Paneer, gobi, mango lassi for dessert
Relaxing, sometimes weird, conversations with Jaspreet
Constant noise, horns, chanting and drums
That once were so prominent have now faded away
The longer you are here, the less you notice
Until in the background these sounds will forever stay
I lay back in the auto, the brilliant stars stare into my soul
The cool breeze of Hampi whistles through my ears
Where would I be right now, without India?
Without my wonderful, supportive peers?
And just then my eyes struggle back tears
Because despite my many problems and my many fears
I will remember this trip for years and years
And for that I am so grateful,
Because of that, I will truly treasure these moments.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
It was Lock you down,
to knock you down
With lots of pressure,
To evaluate your leisure
Time to step up,
To early get up
Do your chores,
With immense force
Being bossy to your husbands
And getting scared with your little ones
Making amazing dishes,
After that suffer doing dishes,
To keep happy your little fishes
Who plan full to sink you down,
And make floors for you to frown
With Covid in your mansion,
And Tovid around to give you tension
You guys find a good way out,
To keep yourself logout
You escape to your paradise,
To get recognise
Brilliant minds to get some peace,
Bring world to their space
Be it pizza from Italy
Or veg makhani from Dilli
Be it tasty pepper chicken
Or delicious khadai paneer
All wonders with their passion,
Lands in "COCO" mansion
but no doubt they are feast for eyes
And we pay the price
When see the beautiful garnishing
Our heart go mushing
We want to be there but its LOCKDOWN
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
this year for halloween
im going as a slice of cheese
so i can scare people
with puns
now how do i begin?
o-que, so
i walk down the halloumi and see
my friends colby and jack
colby's dressed as a camembear
scary enough to make you go emmental
jack's dressed as the Cheshire cat
who listens to baroquefort
we all sit down paneer the window
"so teleme," i ask, "what's gouda?"
"i'll tell you what's gouda," jack replies eagerly,
"see that girl over there, fonTina?"
how could i swiss her, i thought, with her looks and her cheddar, she could make it gruyere down there out of even the LEAST manchego of men
"go talk to her, jack, it'll be a brieze"
"no whey man!"
"yes whey"
"man i'm too anxious, i'd rather talk on the mascarphone"
"what do you mean, you're the goat!"
"we can'tal be buff-alo like you, why don't you talk to her?"
"already dating monterey"
"i didn't know you swung both wheys"
"sometimes i feel like my sexuality was madE backwards"
"alright that's enough!" jack stammered. "i'm fetup with these puns! it was fun at first but it's gotten annoying. some of this **** doesn't even make any sense! just go man, nobody wants you here."
colby and i exchanged a solemn glance
i turned to jack
"..................ricotta be kidding me!"
"LEAVE!" jack screamed, and i turned and walked away
now it's time i asiago home
feeling blue, heading back to my cottage
sad and provolone
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC