~@~Nerd~@~
Met a nerd
In the middle of the herd
Alien to this human world
Lives in the forest world
Keeps a vision
Knows nothing, but everything
Be it cooking rotis
Or kissing your lips
Be it giving discourse
Or painting a tortoise
Irresistible to the core
With the gentleman rules
Yet, a nomad he is
Met a nerd
In the middle of the herd
With a pair of beautiful eyes
And pan candy tasting ears
-puvi-
(16/11/2016)
Categories:
rotis, allusion, beauty, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
It dawns a day every year,
Taking kitchens busy,
Making corn flour roti,
Children wearing happy,serving,
House to house,neighbors,friends and family,
Hot,hot roti,
Cats chased out,come back in again and again,
My rotis serve to houses coming back to me,a common,
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Categories:
rotis, community, faith, fashion, identity,
Form: Free verse
The first person who grew wheat
would have been called “wheat”
and hence the local chieftain and village folks
would have given a nomenclature
to his discovery,
honoring it with his name
it would have been his name
or something rhyming with it
like “cheat”, “heat” or “eat”
or perhaps “treat”
there was probably someone called “gehu”
in India, who grew this grain
and there is a resembling treatise of words
“gay hun” (I am gay) proclaiming sexual choice
giving it a contemporary feel
of an alternative orientation
were they different people who grew it
at the same time, in the different parts of the world?
was it really Mr. Wheat
Or el trigo, blé or weizen
Spanish, French or German
was the wandering original Mr. Wheat
or cheat or heat or the Russian pshenitsy
who propagated this and we missed his chronicles?
and we missed his chronicle of travels
and basic grassroots experiences
of the genesis of rotis and cakes
of flavor stimulants, of bakes
and of the grass of wheat
for a figure conscious succulent lass
wheat and all its ontology
and the first one’s ecstasy
whosoever it was
had a higher calling
than the current day diminution
Categories:
rotis, analogy, green,
Form: Blank verse
It was a pretty long drive but not tedious
Thanks to smooth arterial roads; well laid
The shortcoming was absence of eateries
And we were looking for a decent eatery.
All efforts to find out one came to naught
That forced us to settle with a roadside inn
The place not clean; which was predictable
But the tummies refused any extra journey.
Once seated, the waiter appeared smilingly
A smile at once genuine and pleasing one
That was totally devoid of any artificiality
That helped us relax despite the location.
He brought trays and glasses but not water
Instead of tissue paper he offered his scarf
And tore a newspaper to wipe them clean
All the time offered help with a big smile.
He brought water bottle moderately chilled
And then oven fresh rotis with vegetables
After some pause, gave butter and sweet
With feeling, that we should eat a bit more.
As we ate he offered his services to others
His actions fast, served the customers alone
Humming a tune with that radiant smile and
We left the place with a heavy heart n tummy.
Categories:
rotis, culture, feelings, food, travel,
Form: Free verse