Long Turmeric Poems
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Kiss me when the sun sleeps
when the blazing sun doth rise,
hold my trepid skin timorous
with a requited reassurance
we’ve not been broken
of soulmate incarnate
ecstasy within our grasp
of this comes beautiful
hold me tight, my love
Nirvana’s desaturated shade, awaits
soft pink and warming gray, above
behind a burning turmeric glow
under an apocalyptic sky
brawn banished, lips silenced
after every word is spoken
sanctioned skeletal forms
melded are two mortalities
fusing into one metaphor
birth of man, woman, death infinite’s
earth, wind, fire, water embossed
no diener for dystopia
only death lives in destruction
crimson deserts recreated
ashen corpse servant
no hand his bones shall fall
sealed is our eternal love
our homeland a morgue
ossified cartilage caresses
immortalization in
pulverized sand dunes
touched by the flurries
of vaporized gold dust clusters
opportune eyes fell upon
excavating earth organs ripped open
evil befell the resilient relentless
by all that glittered gold
golden buried stones
by the arid drones
our existence erased
no genogram depiction,
not relevant to treatment
ashen of undying souls
are there more lives,
…what do you think?
bassoons & oboes
they rehearsed in the atrium
to the on lookers delight
the sounds of the oboes were soothing
they were like the sun setting into night
the chefs were amazing
and the sounds of the bands,
I asked my lover for favor
I was brave and took the chance!
6 pork tongues
1& 1/4 cup of cocnac
1 gallon of grape juice
2 cups of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of minced garlic
2 cup of chopped onions
1 cup of green bell pepper
1/4 cup of gingerroot minced
1 cup of soy sauce
1 tablespoon of turmeric
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
cook for two to three hours until tongues are done and tender
drain broth/stock: remove excess fat
measure 5 cups
add 3 1/2 cups of rice
cook rice until done...
add..
2 cups of crabmeat
2 cups of yogurt
1/2 cup of minced green onion
2 cups of asparagus
1 cup of parmesan cheese
3 crushed garlic cloves,
warm over heat until cheese melts
a little love some thymes goes a long whey!
I have never seen such a supervillain in my life , It's the novel disease, COVID-19, it's alive , It began in China and spread worldwide ,
A history of dry cough followed by a sore throat .
It has triggered the largest global economic crisis , And lead to a drastic inequality among the countries, The death toll around the world is increasing ,
The cats and dogs have been infected by it.
Why has this pandemic become so serious ? ,
We aren't keeping a distance from others, Forget to clean our hands and feet , And never forget to wear a mask on mouth .
How did our ancestors manage these diseases?, They sprinkle cow dung water before the house , Drink neem, turmeric, lime and ginger juices , And wash their feet before entering into the house.
The pandemic breaks hearts but opens our eyes, We remember practicing our traditional methods , Life is trying to teach us something , Learning new things save us from the cruelty .
Marigolds, pansies, sunflowers, tulips, and carnations
Bird or beast, fish, or all mountainous valley temptations
Zircon, sapphire, topaz, citrine, jade, garnet, and beryl
Gold, brass, copper, or any yellow-coloured metal
In my Indian culture, I know, yellow brings gladness.
Its little glimpse brings, they say, zeal and zest to its fullness
Yellow-wrapped invitation cards; yellowish gold culled words
Do you know that in India, we had gold-gilded swords?
Whether you win or lose, auspiciousness is what matters.
Yellow is the witch, we know, by whom each evil shatters.
Has my house painted yellow ever peeled off? I don't know
When it comes to shades, it's with yellow that I seem to flow.
It's a germ killer. It's In turmeric water, we bathe.
With quality and quantity of gold, our brides we swathe
With yellow in rare shades, their villa is decorated
Will they live so long, or will they soon get separated?
This is why they ask me, "Why is yellow the best?" I say:
In my nation, sure, there are 130 shades of yellow. Anyway
As I wake up in the morning
Scent of freshly bloomed jasmine floats in air
I walk out to the garden
Fresh blooms sway in wind
I walk toward night jasmine tree
Pick up fallen flowers
They smell heavenly
Placing them in living room
I start my day with ginger tea
I grate ginger add water and boil
Smell of ginger and then tea leaves...
Aroma of ginger tea fills the house
After tea, for breakfast I take out all ingredients
Fresh coriander, green chillies, jaggery asafoetida, gooseberries
Each gives out a distinct aroma
As I eat, I savour the aroma of freshly ground ingredients
For lunch, I use another set of spices
Cinnamon, garlic, cloves, turmeric, chillies, nutmeg
Fragrance of basmati rice mixed with spices and clarified butter feels divine
When sun goes off to sleep, night jasmine blooms
I sit in garden with a cup of coffee
Aroma of fresh coffee, and jasmine gives bountiful joy
Everything in nature has a distinct perfume
Smell of wet mud, smell of sea, smell of leaves
Each fruit and vegetable smells differently
All humans have distinct body odour
Aromas de-stress us,
Smell tells us a thing is good or bad
During a walk in nature trail,
multifarious unique scent caress us.
It is healing and happiness giving
God has perfumed everything for us to enjoy
Be in the moment, enjoy.
22.03.2021
Placed 1st in Brain Strand contest
Placed 2nd in favourite scent contest by Chantelle Anne Cook
Drove for thirty minutes to subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, reached Queen's Park. People were rushing to work-places. I found a seat beside the window, and looked at all the grim faces in the compartment.
I carried a book about art history. How many people read art history in the subway? I did, in between scanning all the faces I had never met before, and probably would never meet!
I headed to a hospital where they treat cancer-patients!
Staff was so kind probably knowing some of us won't be around for long.
A volunteer picked me up the next day - she seemed shocked - "You are from India? Do Indians get cancer! I hear they spice food with turmeric every single day!”
Twenty-five days were gone from my life! But I really enjoyed the ride in the subway!
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker
The sun
w a n e s into the saline swell,
and the ether
undresses corseted ruminations,
while heart follows formless flames
illuminated with flares of
frankincense forgiveness
as mind replays recurring regrets
like vinyls~
spinning forlorn runes
laced with fallacious fragments,
clouding the intricate cycle of lunar~
intuitions with illusive riddles,
drifting into the eventide of agony…
So I drink and I dine
from the hyacinth hands of
the golden chalices
brimming with turmeric tranquility,
listening ~ in sync ~
with the soul of sanguine stillness
ricocheting with rustling repose,
erasing cracked crevices
heavy with ache
from soft smears of monarch-bliss strokes,
spilling picturesque pigments of peace
from Mona Lisa musings
to veil visions of vanity,
to mask mirrors of melancholy,
to soften scarlet streaks of sorrow…
Tonight I close the portals
of perplexed perceptions,
unlocking the crown chakra
like forgotten forests
glowing with faith and fireflies,
allowing stars to glaze
my inner psyche
with dusts of glistening gratitude,
fine-tuning the symphony of Kundalini
to musical mists of mindfulness,
cloaked in
crystalline clovers of clarity~
like an awakened fairy
flipping leaves of lotus love,
pausing the pulse of pain
beneath an empyrean embellished
with spiritual elixirs,
detached from darkness,
clinging neither to
the seraphic scriptures
nor the egoistic galaxies,
sprinkling superficial sparkles
of material mantras.
As enlightened ink r e m a i n s
reliving ~ sewn into the
seams of sacredness
like endless rivers rippling with
opalescent quiescence…
O divine almighty,
I vow to sow herbs of harmony,
engrossed in the timeless phase
of rose-wine twilight~
untangling twisted tulips
intertwined with
weathered willows.
As I seek nothing but lucid light,
soaked in petrichor musings,
resting in zealous zenith,
for I am a rhymeless disciple
accepting the reality
that kissed the silk of silhouette
amidst rain and warmth~
the celestial peaks of change.
I taste flavors of kismet,
swallowing spices of lament,
comfortably composed
in the mystical essence
of soundless rhythm…
In the whirlwind of the wind, my soul also spins unyieldingly,
On watercolor wings, the seasons carry me aloft,
Through wrinkled fantasies, the heart's mistakes shatter,
Waltzing in the whispers of waves, my soul cradles gently.
Under the watchful rain of stars, my dreams drip slowly,
The talisman stained with tulips hides unspoken truths,
Stepping lightly over the threshold of dusk, time is my friend,
I am the sunset, and the silence of saffron storms follows me.
O, you, ruler of minds playing on the edge of dreams,
The empyrean inferno burns around your diamonds,
We feel deep in our bones miracles without mirrors,
Ugly hyacinths melt under the melodious mint of magnolia.
We are but moments dissolved in the silent meditation of evening,
The thread of turmeric love binds us to lemony light,
The neon Nile flows through our intuitive isles, dancing,
Under the moonlight, separated from the watching darkness.
The dazzling luxury calls us to place our trust in it,
Bleeding into the constellations of our higher virtues,
The heavens wonder about the sirens singing forgiveness imperfectly,
The fragrance of forgiveness carries the sailors of nirvana to dawn.
This hummingbird has hushed its beats under the eternal sky,
I am a dialect of dawn, in the scentless sunrise of life,
A patriot of peace, pirouetting in the ephemeral elixirs of time,
Burning auroras pour over the lips of loving angels.
As another wench fails to tie tiger’s tail, the bear is let loose again.
Honey was shared, but hearts weren’t paired, so the shark resumes his top fin.
It’s hard to regret Ethiopian whets, and the taste of turmeric sticks too.
Yet all was shut down, when he polished the crown. That fool tried to place it on you.
Fondness grew.
as the absence increased, and emoticons ceased, what was left were tendencies raw. The tendencies come in various hums, while truths stay locked behind jaws, and maybe the draws, which were scantily protected from powerhouse paws.
Hey! Let’s give this sharp dame a strong round of applause!
Let’s sing out her praises, as legions once did! Let’s spring for them braids, and let’s get them nails did!
Let’s
remain sonic, ‘cause her sway is bionic, and nature will always prevail. But prepare thee to cry, because numbers don’t lie, and the scale shows we once again failed.
The tiger’s tail, tied not by the wench, means the bear has been turned loose again.
T i me
I’m a mistress to your fleeting cycles,
constantly constricting,
russet-deep pupils
that see the maroon rain~
veiled in honey and turmeric flames…
Today I lift my hands
in s i l e n c e
to spin pearls of prayers
from
strings of patience...
for I am my Sun’s~
your maternal daffodil
singing songs of solace
as you rise~
facing the unknown
nestled on the cusp of summer storms,
while the sky wears dazzling dreams
and answers you seek,
tensed amidst the tourmaline
twinkling along
the trail of thought…
Yet I hope
you'll trace seraphic streaks,
oblivious to the material mists.
Life goes beyond ink on paper~
calculating missteps,
evaluating errors.
We are more than specks of
sand and stardust,
sailing through streams
of lessons learned,
awaiting the return of winged comets~
for we are sleep-waltzing
through this sphere,
and to the angels,
we shall
r e s u me
So let the frost of fears
and icy embers of terrors
thaw and melt,
rippling in waves of wisdom.
For you are more than a
prisoner to pages
of unresolved equations.
You are the constant, the sum,
the ultimate key to the paradox.
Remember~
my love for you
weighs heavier than
trinkets and treasures…
You are~
the rhyme to my sonnet,
the reason to my rhythm,
the muse that prompts me,
and I breathe,
and I live
to be your
twilight
when the world
forgets that
you
are
an ethereal star,
brighter than the rosiest dawns.