Winter dame sans merci
Winter dame sans merci,
Winter dame sans merci,
We surmise and concede
You wield great power
Patronize not, if you please!
Beast in virginal white flakes
Trails of freezing tears trains
Enticing unwary in frozen wombs
Who know not to avoid self invited tombs
Showering munificent pristine snow
Sluttish slush overwhelming, hard to mow
Queasy belly butterflies alarming
Spring has sprung, scram, get going!
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Originally Published: March 31, 2010
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Spring Has Done Sprung
Spring Has Done Sprung
spring has sprung
leaves have rung
emerging from hibernation
joining in revelry in ovation
with bated breath we wait
sun’s upward unhurried gait
variegated colors of celebration
bursting at seams all over nation
early in the spring hope rises anew
new beginnings amending all askew
dew drops sparkling as diamonds
stringed and woven on trees fronds
early in the spring there is a splash
of color into green from a brown dash
lazily nature turns her face up from sleep
It’s joy wringing smiles from eyes that weep
Early in spring or winter summer fall
One sentinel remains stoic thru it all
Others may change color like a chameleon
Verde evergreen remains resolute as a lion!
Earth in the spring, springs into action
Suns rays give new lease to life in affection
Riot of colors send all the senses spinning
Nature gives its best performance grinning
Inexorably sun marches forward with its golden wand
Converting the forest drab into spun gold and the land
Flowers and petals and buds and butterflies and bees
All clap giggle and rejoice in gay abandon and spree
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Net picture of Butchart Garden, Vancouver, BC, Canada
Have seen these gardens and they are a visual delight!
Originally Published: March 30, 2010
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The Beggar Woman
the beggar woman
squatting on grimy roadside
spindley legs stretched out
tattered dignity attempting to shield
her modesty as gaping holes guffaw
mocking screaming alongwith the
bruises and cuts inflicted by jeering
kids and that liquor ridden sod -the poor
excuse for a spouse who kicks her out
yet again to eke more pennies to moist his
gizzard as she pleads with pain stricken
mute eyes which were once clear and fierce
in heyday of full bloom when one wrong
choice hurled her into an abyss of
debauchery and cheap thrills reducing
and decanting her womanliness sucking
it out dehumanizing in relentless punishment
as she carries cataract scabs healing
hurts inside out
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Originally Published: March 29, 2010
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Foodie’s Blues- Moody Hues
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Foodie’s Blues- Moody Hues
Zero to late teens milk n pudding was all it had been
College unfurled my food canvas with change of scene
Strict vegetarian home regimen got a startling jolt
Camaraderie with bevy of friends affected a revolt
Had food adventures in others besides vegetarian fare
Crinkled nose, lifted in air at few, ate rest as daily affair
Enjoyed Chinese, Italian most besides Parsi amongst others
Yet hankered for home cooked as none could beat mother’s
Makki ki roti sarson saag, rabdi, paneer tikka were gourmet’s delight
Soon I was America bound embarked on new salivary sorties and bites
Three decades ago was new to meat and potatoes n so had veggie woes
Travel on salad n potatoes palled and began to nibble on whatever goes
Ate every kind of food, exotic dishes, fish and fowl and assorted relish
Paella, seafood gumbo, Japanese hibachi cooked shrimp steak blandish
Cocktails, wine, beer, sake but enjoyed margarita n Singapore sling best
Even had liquid lunches a couple of times and passed bosses’ quaint test
Then one day while vacationing in Florida dined at a seafood restaurant
After turtle soup in seafood platter got chicken legs that seemed to taunt
Maitre’d informed those were not chicken legs but chicken of the sea,
Thus in horror I beheld frog legs in my seafood platter for me to eat
I pushed away plate then and drew the line reverting to vegetarian fare
Happily eating French toast marmalade cheese veggies, cakes n éclair
Breakfast of eggs and bacon, sausage links, pancakes, grits and potatoes
Stand no chance against missi roti dahi parantha topped with mom’s love
Now I live on simple vegetarian food except eggs upon doctor’s advice
Having finally realized for myself that east or west, home is always best
Still enjoy milk and have a cup of turmeric milk before retiring
Fondly recalling mom’s words that truly I was a cat reincarnated
Thus began my journey with milk and thus I end
Overall have been lucky in sum total in nourishment
Battle of bulge forbids from favorite foods indulge
These are my Foodie Blues, moody hued divulge
**
makki roti- corn wrap
Sarson saag- mustard greens pureed
Rabidi- milk sweetened and thickened to become like creamy layers
Paneer tikka- fresh cheese cubed seasoned with herbs
Missi roti- unleavened flat bread made with dough mixed with flour,
Onions, green chillies, cooked lentils
Parantha: stuffed flat bread (can be potatoes, fresh cheese, lentils etc.)
Dahi: fresh yogurt
Originally Published: March 28, 2010
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Nature and Life
Nature and Life
Ascending descending lifelong struggling
Manhandling slippery eel mind
To bring to heel negativity
Having own activity
Ascending two
Descending one
Net gain
One
Bounty of nature inherited on a platter
Beguiled by things that don’t matter
Dross luring chatter
Cacophony of bleats
Few entreats
Some to heed
Few to
Beat
Valiant rays dappling fending off
Shadows dark feinting deftly
Gaining ground aided by
Ageless rooted sentinels
Green canopy stalwarts
Extricating talons black
Daily to embrace
Light
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Originally Published: March 25, 2010
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