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To a friend

 

quite a difficult task

ive been given

n yet i strive

to please a spl frnd

n so he says to tell all things untrue

to make him happy

tats all i can do

n so i tink of wat i can say

but truth be said

i’m lyin if i say

he’s a very ordinary guy

for i have not met one lyk him so far…

People misjudge as attitude

The silence he wears as a mask

Till he rips it off

N u cant help but wonder

if it was the same person

All that show of being tough

Doesnt hide his sensitive heart

That hurts over a tear shed

He has all the girls swooning over him

Or so he says…:)

All the crazy lines he tells

Brings a smile on anyone’s face

Someone you can tell anything to

And trust him to be there for you

Quite a poet with a flair for languages

He loves to eat chicken

And enjoys calling my friend hyderabadi chicken

He adores his little niece

And spoils her as much as he scolds her

The brat of the house

But the well loved last son

The ace snooker player of Salem

He has many titles

But schizo is the one he loves 😉

I Can go on n on

But that’s it for now

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Gulab Jamuns wit a twist

Now traditionally we make gulab jamuns out of a packet or using flour.

This is the invention of a bored mother and daughter who had no idea how to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon.

What you need:

Bread-10 slices

Milk-50 ml (just an estimate-to make the dough)

Salt -a pinch

Oil for deep frying

Cardamom powder- 1-2 tsp

Rose essence-a few drops

Sugar-1 cup + 1 tbsp

Water- 2 cups

What do you do:

Dissolve sugar in the water . Add cardamom powder and boil till it reaches a syrupy consistency. Add the essence and take off the fire.

Make a dough with bread, milk, salt and 1 tbsp sugar. Make little balls and deep fry them in oil till brown and crisp. Drop them while hot into the sugar syrup. Serve hot or cold

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Off to see the Wizard!

Hello everyone,

I’m off to Kerala for the onam season and to visit my grandparents…No internet, no computer for 10 whole days…except wen i visit the internet cafe!!!

Yes i’m an addict…n i’m not ashamed of it 🙂

how am i going to survive! dramatic Sigh…fortunately, i’m taking my diary along so i can doodle n put down some verses to brainstorm wen i get back…

for some reason whenever i think of going to my gran’s home, i sing “i’m off to see the wizard” in my mind…

Happy Onam to everyone…for those wondering what the heck onam is…i promise i’ll put up pics and a poem to explain what onam is about…

till then…I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of  er…not Oz…. Byeeeeee…Take care everyone…hope to see you all soon… 🙂

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Treasure….

This is my post for one-shot wednesday…hosted by Pete Marshall this week…

sorry this poem is kind of long…but hope you  like it…


Treasure

The first time I held you

In the crook of my arm

My little pink bundle

You let out a yawn

And I thought you were

The prettiest baby there was

When you were toothing

You would chew my chain

And sleep with your head on my shoulder

When you could crawl

You looked up at your dad

And trailed him everywhere

When you came down with a fever

You would cry and scream for me

To stay by your side till you sleep

I can picture your warm brown eyes

And your sunny summer frock

As you look guiltily up at me

Covered from head to toe in mud

I think of your pigtails swinging

As you chase the butterflies

And I smile thro’ the kitchen window

As you laugh and dance around

You turn at the school gates

And looked worriedly at me

I smile and wave you on

When in my heart

I’m as worried as you are

I soothe you thro your tears

When your heart is broken

for the very first time

I wished that I could hit

The boy who had hurt my child

I wipe a tear and clap so hard

As you hold your degree high

Smiling widely in your graduation robes

One day after work,

You stand at the kitchen door

I know there is something

You’d like to tell Dad and me

The doorbell rings

And a tall handsome man enters

If we would agree, this is my groom

You say…I glance apprehensively at your father

Then I look into your man’s eyes

I see his love for you shining there

And then I hug you and smile thro’ my tears

My baby is all grown up

4 years later

My baby chases her own little one

And I look back to the day

To see a child with flying pigtails

And one day

When I grow old and die

You would cry by my graveside

But here I am

Standing by yours

My arms feel so empty

And my heart is so heavy

As I think of what could have been

And I give you up

A day after you were born

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Legion


He looks so white and pure
But as the moonlight
Shines down
Bathing him in its light
The white washes away
And he stands tall
A legion of the dark
Black wings like a raven
Flutter unfurled in the breeze
As he dives to the ground
They run
Who cant stay straight
For want of a spine


This one is for Undead poets

Nope…havent seen the movie…just saw the poster….

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Leprechaun

He hops in glee on tiny toes

The wind hoping to carry him offshore

He dances in and out

Slippery in the catchers hands

His ginger beard tickles his tummy

As he claps his hand

And clicks his heels in glee

His shrewd green eyes gleam

As he behold the safety

Of his pot of gold

The leprechaun

With his pointed hat

And grass green clothes

A walking legend under the rainbow


my contribution for Poets United

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The Simple things

This is one of my first poems that I shared with my friends…they loved it so much…now I’m sharing this with you…hope you like it:)

Its not the bigger things that count

You might buy me expensive jewelry

But I would rather

Share a moment with you

Watching the setting sun

It’s the simple things about you

That I count as treasures

A smile as I wake you up

Yawning and stretching

The kisses at odd times

The way you brush away my tears

Your voice with a hint of a laugh

As you see me pout

The mischievous winks and smiles

When nobody’s watching

The way you creep up

and hug me as I cook

The silly little arguments

The silence as we walk by the beach

Just the two of us

In our very own world

Together today and for eternity

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