Long Tiffin Poems
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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7
playing on the raw-coal
the under-clothes of the airhostesses
continue to sing a song
even-then the germination of the almonds
can never become the sugar-candy
made of palmyra
may be they don’t want so
until and unless any night-guard comes
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove
you do absorb all colours
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles
there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet
the trees are wet
there is splashing mud in the low lands
those all full-of-incidents
if you wish
you can send them
to the introduction of a proposal against war
i’ve never heard that
to take the responsibility
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8
all on a sudden
one day again
i face the isabgool
the own fountain of vraj-kishore
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon
my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley
till now
from where
it is said
all night-gowns begins
then i’m sitting
with my hands and legs spread
in the sun-light
filled with
the sound of chopping of cabbages
on the flowers of the sun-plant
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law
i exercise my intelligence very much
if the question of my security is raised
it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration
the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy
i don’t know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated calmly
with the stamen used by the sleep
Form:
A silence falls, swallowed by traffic’s hum,
I let out a sigh, inhaling exhaust and dust.
Her voice cuts through, steady, familiar,
“Which road takes us where?”
I don’t know, I never did.
But I hold the wheel, pretending.
She sits beside me, half-smiling,
The wipers sweep the rain in tired arcs.
Her fingers trace a line on the foggy window—
A habit from when we were kids,
Drawing maps to places we never went.
I take the highway north, grateful for the excuse.
Even now, I’m glad to share this road,
Glad to have her here,
Even for just a little while.
She talks, and I listen,
Holding on to this fleeting forever,
As though time might freeze around us,
But time never does.
We reach her stop. She steps out,
Turns back, waves,
And her smile stretches the moment into forever.
I honk twice, like I always do.
She laughs,
And I drive off into the rain,
Thinking of fritters waiting at home.
A kilometer later, I see it—her tiffin, forgotten on the seat.
Typical. Always forgetting, always leaving pieces behind.
I turn the car around, my frustration softened by habit.
But then I see—
A flash. A crash.
The rain takes everything.
Now, she is silent.
I visit her from time to time.
Her tiffin still sits in the corner of my shelf.
And I am grateful for those dumb conversations,
Grateful for the honk, the wave, the smile—
The only things that are now truly mine.
Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to pass into the frills and twills
that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
pass the time of day this way until
the chills of morning pass; and cups and saucers
clink and find the sink.
The daily round’s
begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
until the fading light brings night; and glass
that’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
and bats are kept outside; and clinks announce
that time again that brings the hour for drinks.
"Chirpy chirpy children ride a blue and white train"
( A caption of a rail journey photograph)
Blue and white box
As if your eyes
Pictures in Inox
Outside a swarm of birds flies
Sweet chirpy chirpy ...
Listen to the children in their seats
Blue and white train
As if your sari
Children chatter
Sweet chirpy chirpy ...
Sweets on platter
From the Pantry car
The train halts
Near a school
Sweets and salts vendor
Children straightening their tie
Tiffin time over
Sweet chirpy chirpy ...
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September 18, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019
The Photograph - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
Betrothed,
Please don't come to the college campus
In a rosy costume like a blooming red rose,
I feel bad.
Don't move on the corridors with your swan walks
Being surrounded by your friends
Like a Moghul princess, I feel bad.
Betrothed,
Forming whirlpools in your blush red cheek
Nodding red jaw and sharp tongue
Waving snow white slim hands
Please don't tiptoe on the yard
Like strings playing on the guitar
My heart pounds, pebbles create longitudinal waves
in my chest pond.,water tremble within
I feel sad.
Betrothed,
During tiffin hour sitting in the common room
Don't unbraid your long black hair
Like Radha ilike a naughty rivulet
The limitless sky may be covered with dark clouds
All the neon bulbs may go out of order
I don't like to use simile for you
Where's you, where is the black clouds.
Betrothed,
Don't put your two scarlet lips
in the cup of hot tea in the cafeteria .
The flowery garden of tiny lips may wither
in the scorching sun.
Thirsty greenery may burn like a desert.
I desire to die hard.¦
I enter the school with big wide eyes – shining bright!
Oops! My heart jumping with joy at my best friend’s sight.
Here, I begin my flight.
The prayer begins, it’s a quirky quiet.
We may try hard but eyes know their right!
As ma’am passes by, we begin the naughty ride.
We twist, we turn, we dance.
When ma’am catches us, together we plead, “Ma’am one more chance”!
In the class, on that favourite bench,
Our legs swing together and our hand in hand,
The boring books on bench and tasty tiffin underneath in the trench.
A sip of water is a perfect quench.
Stand upon the bench! Out of the class! Kneel down on your knees!
Believe us, it gives us very elated feel.
Oh Lord! Who gives us so much of zeal?
My school is my home. It’s close to my heart.
Whatever I learn here, is a nine-darter strike.
I am naughty, I am a brat. No No No! this is what I pretend.
At heart I am the sincerest student.
Tug of war, Arm wrestling, Rope climbing,
Wildest dance party, all dressed up smartly!
Slashing water upon each other in the front room and then trembling!
We and the floor Sodden perfectly!
This is how, I stepped into my 13 finally.
Dad’s poised guests arrived,
Oh! We had no place to hide!
Looking at dad’s scary hazel eyes,
Out of the corner of my eye, I wanted to have my mom’s sight.
Mom’s cutest wink, was a great respite!
Jumping for joy, We sneaked out to take another flight.
Beginning of 13 was a great delight.
Friends, studies and fun,
My class room was perfect heaven.
We were a group of 7.
Hands up on the bench, out of the class and teachers criticize,
Punishments were the most honoured prize!
Passing the tiffin under the trench,
And then standing up on the bench.
No burden of relationship,
The purest form of friendship.
13 was surely my best of teens!
Stepped on 16
Life is now all about,education and sophistication.
Meeting friends just on weekends.
Me and my nook, is the latest trend.
Formulae, equations and theorem,
Production and reproduction, a big problem!
Why 16 is so sweet? I often think.
I have been on the fastest spin!
It’s the highest tide of the life,
What will I be, my 16 will decide!
I love you 16, You will be my sincere guide.
My maturity, My sincerity, My focus and determination.
It’s all your fight!
Probably it is right,
That 16 will take me to new heights!
I love you sweet 16,
Missing you toooooo much dear 13,
Forever you shall be my dearest queen!
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
SWEET SLAP
Being deprived of Mom’s love and affection
I spent my unfortunate childhood days
Her deliberate discrimination
compared to my siblings pricked me always.
Not provided with proper food or care.
‘I am unwanted’, to feel each moment.
To give me bonus points she did not spare
passing abusing crescent crude comment.
I was twelve then and went to friend’s home
as school closed early after tiffin hours.
We were making fun and playing carrom.
About delay was not at all aware.
My senses reacted at end of game.
At eve street lights on, I ran in hurry.
Mom waiting at the gate, too late I came.
She slapped me without any query.
Most expected, abuse must not be mild
But surprisingly she burst into tears.
Repeatedly uttering ‘Oh! my child
I was so scared as if I lost you Dear!’
09/18/18
'Write Me an Emotion-Act' Contest by Brenda Chiri
Time crawled silently on soft paws.
After years of anxious waiting,
Our little nest became alive,
With childish pranks and prattles
Two adorable boys ran round playfully,
Making our silent nest ring with noise.
Still remember those hectic days,
When my hands were so full
From tidying the house to keeping ready
Their school uniforms washed and ironed.
Helping them with their homework,
Packing tiffin, clearing the mess,
And being off to office for work.
By evening, came back dead tired,
For another round of mechanical cooking,
Queries like “are these the only snacks to eat?”
“Where is my workbook” et al make one truly mad.
Life wasn’t easy, with struggles rife.
During those years, how I longed,
For a little rest and quiet,
But at the same time, frolicking in the beauty
Of dreams built around our kids
Time speeded away so quick.
The boys grew very fast and flew away,
From the shelter of their comfort (?) zone
To far off places for study and later for work.
The house is back to silence once again.
Now how I long for the good old hectic days.
Memories sprout like pale shrubs,
In a famished backyard!
Our life is now immobilized in a coma of stillness.
On lonely evenings sitting in our empty nest,
We wait intent for their phone calls.
Often our hearts are set ablaze,
At the prospect of their coming home.
Parenthood is nothing but loving and losing!
May.7.2023
Empty Nest Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Cooper Etheridge