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?

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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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It’s not over till you surrender

The Grateful Dead

From the corner where he stood

On his one-legged pride

And tattered spirit,

He saw her fight

The demons that crept up

Her slender thighs

To trap her in a nightmare

That would never end.

He found her beautiful.

Despite the dark glasses

And the tap-tapping stick

She managed to glide along

The roads where angels feared to tread.

She burned brightly

Even in the darkness

Till all he could remember was

The tingling sensation in the eyes

After having stared too hard

At the bright glowing sun.

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Paranoia

The Grateful Dead

Standing safely

Behind the lines of

Her happy place,

She looks around cautiously

For gaps through which

The undesired might creep in.

She knows that

A solitary tear can break

The dam that she has built

So carefully to withhold

A past that should never have been

And flood the future

That she spent all her life wishing for.

No, that would never do!

So she armed herself
With the useless pages of her life

To stuff the crevices for

As long as she could.

For she knew

That though she was happy now,

Good things never last too long.

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Vows of Life and Death

The Grateful Dead

I don’t think that my life had really truly begun until the day I fell in love. It was the most beautiful moment in my life and of course it defined the rest of my days. Till the day I met her, I had only been a wanderer. Not only did I not know what I was searching for, I had no clues where to look for it. But there she stood like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow – holding all the answers to my questions in the palm of her hands as she beckoned me forth.

Physically, there was nothing of great significance about her beauty. Even if I had been a poet, I would have found myself extremely pressed for words to describe her appearance. She was one of those people who grew on you with time. For me, it was her shining…

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Animal Instincts

Human beings have evolved a lot over the ages…but have they really?

The Grateful Dead

You might have changed your view point

From a horizontal to a vertical plane.

Yet everything you say reminds me

That your point of view remains unchanged.

You may hide behind labels and brands

Your cruelly twisted frame of mind.

But no matter how trendy the clothes,

It can never conceal your dirty soul.

You sacrifice my pride on the altar of greed.

A repeat performance, till I finally yield

Something more than I need to survive.

Another chapter in his-story – that’s my claim to fame.

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Disagree to Agree

Wrote this over a year back…when I was still new to this world.

The Grateful Dead

We met under grey skies and a black umbrella.

We both agreed that you were special and so our friendship bloomed.

You conquered hearts with my words, which I joyfully supplied.

I gave you my trust, but you lied. You lied.

You stamped all over my confidence just for my benefit

Left with too many warnings and no pride – I was bound to be a misfit.

You treated me like rubbish and thought I wouldn’t realize.

Well, better late than never – you’ll be surprised

To know, I disagree.

Wasn’t it predictable, that anything which started

With tears running down my cheeks was already doomed?

Prompt: Disagree

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