Archive for the year 2017:

ancient cities

Feet
veer
involuntarily
towards ancient
cities, sites
…other beginnings
with wind driven
dust ….stirring….
~
Mind
feeling tremulous
awakenings
In snatches
of faint
remembrances
and I find myself
splitting into multitudes
~
heeding
ghostly beckoning
get drawn pell mell
by heavily lined
eyes
enfolding
in velvety swirls
of endless mazes

nostrils
pleasurably
crinkle
inhaling
attar and
incense wafting
tantalizingly
in winding souks
..
in
accompaniment
of soft laughter
followed by tiny
tinkling feet
encased
in silver
anklets
mesmerizingly
drawing
..

image of Marrakech Morocco souk is from google

night

Night’s
my time
as day
takes a breather
propped on haunches
and magic begins
thralling….
..
walls stairs
rest peaked ears
vocalizing
in creaky
soft footfalls
…..stirring
..
latent
fears weave
in out of lairs
as dreams
enchantingly
lattice
bringing to fruition
day’s abject
suffocated
longings

night
yes night
that’s
my
time
~

wistfulness

there is an inexpressible sense of cozy comfort knowing that you’ve fully loved someone who even though no longer a physical presence in your life, still thrives as a crucial part of your mind, your soul and continues to lend impetus to your imaginatively woven scenarios of “what ifs” “if only” speculative tangential wanderings giving daily life an intriguing twist and turn – an intrinsic part of life’s fabric of you as a whole ..in a gamut of speculative permutations ..

renoir

 

sensual memories

sensual memories be it tactile, sound, visual, taste et al usually embed in brain’s synapses and triggered by relatable phenomena surface for pleasurable second helpings

… this morning as I was toasting thin slivers of pumpernickel bagel and olive roll I remembered the time when fresh off the boat in 1974 winter in Cleveland Ohio … I was driven to my first job by a co-worker on cost-sharing basis.

It was either late November or December. Snow was falling rather heavily…chilled to the bone being unaccustomed to such foul weather I was hastily bundled inside the toasty office and Leslie my kind savior took me to the kitchen corner of the office and toasted english muffins in the office toaster and made a fresh pot of coffee ..then she offered me a generously lathered hot english muffin followed by a mug of piping hot java joe…they were an absolute godsend and tasted like heavenly manna…..

hence this memory got imbedded in my head … on thinking back … I would relegate it to second place giving first place undoubtedly to mom’s freshly made paranthas just the way I liked them and later at grandparent’s home …the stuffed tandoori paranthas roasted to perfection in clay tandoors truly tasted heavenly with gobs of churned butter …aroma of freshly roasted breads intermingling with simmering pickles in the winter sun … all conjure a wonderful childhood with homemade lassi and/or
thandaii as the case maybe …. they take first place hands down

* lassi : churned buttermilk and thandaii : cold milk with crushed almonds, poppy seeds, cardamom and saffron etc.. .it is delicious
..

 

slap happy

Faint
wraithlike
Butterflies
tie
gut in knots
ever in denial
I delude self
reiterating โ€˜tis
naught…
conning brain
with mouthwatering
diversions
until
heaviness
of stupor
unfurls
Unknotting
insides
amidst
lip
smacking
burps
..

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