*COMFORT FOOD*

After a happening day at work during the journey homeward, you start contemplating is this all what your going do? Is this life to you? You are strained and drained. I suggest you don't just hug the bed. Instead listen to what I do and hopefully see my view.

On such days, I rush like a school girl in her early days, towards my own cocoon of comfort, I head. When I reach home its comfort food that’s decided. You see what comfort food a process of de-stress. Where you do what you do with such involvement that you forget the past and stop worrying about the future, you just live in the moment!

First I take attendance of all the ingredients present. I plant every step for efficient execution. I don't dilute this process with music, TV or talking to anyone at all. You see this is my space! I start simultaneously with boiling water and cutting veggies. You see Pasta and cranberry juice is my comfort food. Yes, you heard it right nothing like excess sugar and carbs to make a sad day better.

The pan is the stage where I make the veggie dance, till they are perfectly made!

The most important being the sauce, should be prepared in the same pan so that the essence is not lost. As I stir my sauce vigorously, I am at liberty to imagine my boss.

As all is over, you add the sauce, veggies and pasta and toss it together. I keep the flame low so that they don't go cold.

At that moment I rush to get refresh and excited return take a big bowl empty half pan and juice in other hand. I head towards my spot. My favourite spot between the TV and the window, the cozy chair with my blanket already there. I sit comfortably, and take the first bite and I relish the smoothness and crunchiness of the sauce and veggie along with the flavour of cranberries. Lost I am to the world.

With every other bit I take, my happiness awake, finished now, I fall on earth and break.

Sated I am. And remember all the calls to catch on and obligatory tales to perform.

I feel re-energize, ready to take on the world, now revived!

Listen here friends,

When you’re tired, exhausted, drained.

Don't just simply sit and blame.

Do something that ignites your flame!!!

" ME"

Born on a windy day,

I love the way, she messes my hair

To watch birds fly

Their grace, the ease and oh so high.

Born on warm night,

I choose the anxious heat over calm cold,

The warm hugs rather a cold stare

And hot coffee over cold anytime.

Born at the end of summer,

I love mangoes, melons and the mesmerizing nights

Filled with laughter and mischief

As we cousins unite.

Born before rains, you see

I love to cuddle by the window sill

To gaze as the drops dance for the beat

Of lighting and thunder and I wonder.. Something warm would be nice.

There is no explanation to this,

Being born is eligible enough, I guess

A bookworm I am.

The seasons change, everything re-arrange,

But a book always remains.

What cut you the deepest, love?

What cut you the deepest, love?
The woe of being not daddy's princess
The screams of a silent mother
The chatter of constant abuse
Of being unwanted, unfelt and unloved
Failure or fear of failure
Assault of your trust
The lonely nights
The emptier days
The ungrateful ways
Being someone’s choice, while they your habit
Of being invisible, muted, suffocated
Helpless, helpless and helpless.
Pain is the sculptor, that chisels
So I ask
Love, What cut you the deepest?

**To the person who owns my heart**

I know, I would never suffice

An imaginary yard stick, nor measure

You, my love, are in love with a predecessor

Glimpse of her, you treasure

Search in every successor.

You try to fit the mold she left

At times with her crafty eyes

Others, with her bright light!

But in the end,

When you settle for the eyes, you missed the light

And the light never matches with the perfect eyes!!

On a crusade you went

A causality, I was never meant

Yet so spent..

I did try with kohl and charisma

With the stories you told.

But, something was amiss

The light glared my eyes.

Now wiser, I know

You set things free, you love

Doing so, I freed myself

From a mold I could never fill.

Now “capital investment" you became

My muse, to write poems and ever love

To I, I promise, not to try

To fit your mold, on another.

" MASALA MASH-UP!"

She..

She is you and she is me.

She is everyone that could ever be.

She is best known for her muted screams,

Perfect eyeliner and kajal, nobody seems.

Words could never cage her

Their face value seems,

A little less for what she means.

They are only, an ingredient of her meal

A blast of flavors, masala mash-up she squeals.

She safely screams louder in

Her silent sighs

Her defiant laughs

The flooding tears

The dancing lips

Slant of her head

Grant of her hands

The untiring legs

Her curios ears

Her cwtches, and

Many many more.

All perfectly blended

A unique flavor she is.

Don’t you just, dismiss her!

For when she writes, you’re safe

But when, at a comfy corner

She reigns, with silence

Beware, for she is

Probably plotting violence.

LIVE. LOVE. LAUGH !

Live, lets launch into by revealing the age old fact that we are  only equitably existing here! How many Homo sapiens see the charming crescent high upon the sky dotted with a diamond today? In the recipe called life chaos is the prevailing ingredient you see. We thus miss out the Lilliputian like things that assist us to contentment. Let’s take an instance, you riding a two wheeler with your brother driving. I know you ponder why use “brother” here, well I have one and can borrow him from time to time! Have you seen that brat drive – “chaos”, exactly!! Life proceeds that way you see and we settled comfortably at the back and conveniently leaning away from him. As if that is gonna  stop any prompt catastrophe lying in wait or do you think that would slow him down?? Well helloooo! Nada not gonna happen, you see he has selective hearing (deaf to you) only responds to pamper-ment and over indulgence towards him (not me). That is precisely how life rides. Like Hagrid and his motorbike! You can choose either to lean in or lean back. May be you being a feminist entity like me, demand to drive! Accelerate at your own phase! 😉.

Now when you’re tired of gossiping about your relatives you move on to the neighbor next, LOVE. See, it’s just now enough to see the crescent crystal like a lonely princess locked in the tower! It mandatory to admire the pretty sight she is. Which requires , love. The four letter work that is tired of being used and abused now. Irony warning!! With love comes its near relative kindness. (Why?? Well that’s what I have got to write.) The best expression of kindness is, it’s an unexpected gift in ruling times. Be grateful when you receive such pennies, that too from a stranger. Don’t just stop there, compete the circle by giving some.  Remember small drops makes a mighty ocean. I wonder sometimes why is it always easy to appreciate a stranger’s kindness, and not the one that we receive day to day from our own cornucopia. Yes our own goddess, “Mum”💓!! How many times have unconsciously used a tone, which she doesn’t deserve, demand duties to be performed? No wonder why God put one in every house you see, at least some one experience what he does(though worst here) . No wonder why mothers connect so easily with God. Why is it easy for us to be kind to a stranger than our near and dear? At least remember that they put up with your nonsense that anyone else. So, love them  not like  the sun, miss it only when it rains, but rather appreciate the oscillating aspects of the crescent.

 The last stop “smile”, it literally costs you nothing or is gravity holding you down? Now listen, don’t just halt at admiring the crescent. Match it with one of your own 😁. I know, Crazy right. That is the secret ingredient required to the recipe called life, the balance to the chaos. Match the pennies you get with smiles, be grateful! These little act of kindness accrues a whole lot of content. Laugh at the commodities life throws at you. Learn to catch it cool. Confuse life at its own game. Fuse laughter in each and every step. Spend some more smiles here, now! We live in a world with too many shallow souls and hollow eye. Let’s vow to breathe in some light and a sparkle of cheer into those calculative eyes! On this day, of celebration of learning, let’s learn something worth learning and not just for the sake of learning. Let’s learn to live, Love and laugh!

WICKED !!

Witches we are.

Riches we give.

Spells we make.

Hell we brake.

Tales we tell.

Songs we sing.

Rides we hitch.

Situations we stitch.

Don’t you hiss!

Say your wish.

Come here, kiss

Enjoy the bliss!!