Uncle Moon so far away,
jaggery donut cooked for the day,
You come and eat in the courtyard,
for Baby, a cup is prepared.
Uncle moon afar, twinkling star,
Please come on the river banks, near or far,
Please bring rice and milk porridge in a golden pot,
So that baby takes a sip, with a quiet strut,
Sweetness in his mouth, like a secret hut.
Hush, little baby, don't you cry,
Momma's gonna sing you a lullaby.
With stars above and dreams so sweet,
Drift away on a cloud, my sweet.
Categories:
jaggery, Lullaby,
Form: Rhyme
Though curved like a question mark,
she walks without a Zimmer frame.
Will she ever veer from
the narrow,
nonsensical
dirt road?
She earns,
mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and currying.
She’s often gifted with
rice, tea powder, jaggery, sari, soap,
and so on.
Thanks to the munificence
of her mistress.
She saves and stores,
living in parsimonious penury.
She loses her delicious delights
in spending tension.
A schlock existence –
everything safely decays in her store.
There’s certainly a spark of work
(even at the dog-end)
of her life.
But when will she live on the earth?
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
jaggery, life,
Form: Free verse
My beloved tekeli pitha!
They are rice cakes from Assam.
They are made by steaming them in a kettle (I call tekeli) lid.
Tekeli pitha
or
Kettle cake
tint of jaggery
making love with crushed coconut
cloak in grained rice
and spell of sesame seeds
steam and serve me
i tucked into the pithas in my kitchenette
I live with the aroma here in Assam
I carry the recipe to you there in London
Categories:
jaggery, 12th grade, beauty, celebration,
Form: Epic
Its about:-
Her Flawless Looks,
Her Love for the Books.
Her Fearless Talks,
Her queen-like Walks.
Its about:-
Her priceless Smile,
Her unique Style.
Her sincere Care,
Her lovely Stare.
Its about:-
Her angry Face,
Meeting Her was the best Grace.
Her beautiful Soul,
Determination for Her Goal.
Its about:-
Her chubby Cheeks,
Cuteness of Her Lips.
Her shinning Eyes,
Attracting to those of Mine.
Her sweetest Memories,
Even sweeter than the Jaggery.
At the end,
Its all about:-"HER".
Categories:
jaggery, feelings, first love, love,
Form: I do not know?
Julius Jaggery Jones
Had an ache deep in his bones
Sang the blues for nickels and dollars
In mellowest of baritones.
Julius Jaggery Jones
Seated on street cobblestones
Paid his dues in groanings and hollers
Delivering back alley moans.
Categories:
jaggery, depression, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Harvesting Festival
And thank giving celebration
Predominantly for farmers but all
People of Tamilnadu despite their religions, celebrate the
Year harvest festival when the sun starts its journey towards north horizon
The first day is celebrated as bogi in
Honor of Lord Indra and people burn old and unwanted things
And second day is Thai pongal,third day is Mattu pongal
In honor of cattle especially cows and bulls,4th day Kanum pongal
,where get together of families take place in a public spot
People celebrate pongal- 4 daylong festival
On Jan 14- The beginning of thai month
Nearly 90 out of 100 people in Tamlinadu celebrate
Gleefully by making a rice dish(sweet pongal) outdoor
And buying sugar cane and tamarinds,to
Light up farmers lives and to thank The Sun
Note:Pongal is a sweet dish made with rice ,jaggery and milk
Ladies used to draw Rangoli(kolam) on the streets
Traditional games like Jallikattu,cock fight,
uriyadi(using a pole when blindfolded to smash a hanging pot) are celebrated in the rural areas if Tamilnadu...
And when the pot of the milk boils over ,we shout PONGAL O PONGAL...
Categories:
jaggery, culture, thanksgiving,
Form: Acrostic
Preparing jaggery from palm juice
the resistance is splashed on face
for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive
trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals.
Intimes of peril the ancient conflict
becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball
of smoke betrays a human failure in
nostalgic days. The intense brown eyes
water with stark fear the incoming
rockets. This war will not end. A conduit
of fierce emotions always identifies the man
with personal faith. No overt blood or sweat
figures it out. Torrents of bullets have
no inclination to halt the wolves. A city
cries. The siren screams again !
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
jaggery, art
Form: I do not know?