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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!

pictures from internet-disclaimer

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! 

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

pictures from internet

Foodie’s Blues- Moody Hues

(all pictures are from internet-disclaimer)

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

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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

 

 

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

 

painting image courtesy Kavita Poras

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