Curries and Spices
still stuck at the introductory,
I have been a silent observer.
well that is what I do mostly in my laboratory.
To begin,
My name is a tongue twister so don't worry,
I am from a country with a different ethnicity,
it is not just about spices and chillies,
a little more than curry leaves and corianders.
I can't say it better for my cheap vocabulary.
To you it must be still blurry.
Ahem! back to the point,
it is not just about rice and constipation.
we have a lot to worry,
like our uncles we never talk to,
try to engage us to girls we never knew,
in a function we didn't want to attend to,
to escape
claustrophobics have to hide in trunks,
acrophobics have to climb the towers
else
even genophobics have to marry,
so we have a lot of worries,
it is not just about peppers and curries.
Now! more about myself,
believe me I believed that,
retribution for my past I have been in,
trust me I have tried to
sought redemption in the loud cries of grief.
then I met this guy,
who lost his cat
said "why should it be?
while others write about
purity and divinity in love and roses,
sometimes we have to be silly and think of
the fragrance in a curry leaf and chilly.
to hell with the past, the present has to be recreational."
Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2013
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