The state of Be-ing

I have been quiet a long time now. So long, in fact, that I wonder if I have a voice at all; and even if I do, is there anyone out there willing to listen? I wish thinking were as easy as cooking. You could just pop your head inside the fridge and know what … Continue reading The state of Be-ing


Bearing grudges

I grudge you not Your freedom To choose Anything In your life. I might grumble Yet stay quiet At being Denied Equal treatment. But It's not enough For you. No pleasure Till you grind My face Into this Life of servitude. Is there?

Th1rteen R3asons needed?

Have you ever noticed all the sounds around us? The crackling of spices as they are thoughtlessly thrown into the hissing oil. The whistling of the pressure cooker as it tries to make its presence felt. The persistent drip-drip of that tap you've been meaning to fix since summer. People shout to gain your attention over … Continue reading Th1rteen R3asons needed?

What’s Cooking?

Thinking about cooking up a storm?

The Grateful Dead

She says she doesn’t know cooking

So there is no use talking

Of techniques or flavours,

Or aromas or colours.

The only thing she gets

Is the food on her plate.

Yet she deep fries her lies,

And seasons it with tears.

And sautes to develop

The flavor of her fears.

A quick blanch can soften

Her tough cold heart.

And if you roast often

Everyone’s a piece of art.

She sugar coats her anger

Before baking it with vengeance.

Dollops of added hatred,

Oh! What a sweet indulgence!

She might find the kitchen

A foreign territory

But still she’s a certified

Master Chef of misery.

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