Just before going away Just before going away to catch that train She turned back and flashed a smile, The underground station entry was only few paces away, People were rushing towards it, There must have been a train downtown soon, I was watching her going away, As if I was watching the last scene of a celebrated movie- There must have been a background score running, Something bearing a sad tune, befitting her going away, I was watching that spectacle, Heart wrenching , poignant, musical, Her hair tossing over her shoulders Like brown fur carelessly thrown, Her lips moving slowly , might be they were Saying in whispering tone her goodbye or prayers, Was not she waving her hand, like friends do when they part At the end of a long journey together? That yellow lamp post that stood beside her Like a guard mute must be glowing all the more To cast a definitive cinematic brilliance and luminosity To her departure, her going away; Just before going away She left a strong moving picture Slow, graphic, unputdownable one. PickleOur love is like that good old jar of pickle We keep it like a cherished possession, A bit of it can send shooting down Our system a flurry of sensations varied, Hot, fiery, pungent, sweet, lemony, orangy, juicy, And we keep yearning for more knowing too much Of that can make our tongues insensitive to taste, And a little can not we leave as our only savoured thing. Our love is like that good old jar of pickle And we keep it nice by placing that jar under warm sun. One night with BanhisikhaMy life revolved around water and fire, Both, like most humans I guess, Banhisikha , by sheer luck had both, Her fiery self is like a comet, Fast, blazing, tearing across the night sky A blue and white and silver shooting star, Her watery existence is like a cascade, A rippling one, dancing down the rocks and pebbles, Like a charmed girl, sweet, restless and musical; One night after she gave rise of fire In me, I turned a comet, And with her travelled across the sky, Through those spheres, troposphere, stratosphere and others; Then with her I fell into the ocean, She cooled, Me too. Spices and curriesLike most Indians
I am fond of spices, The smell of coriander, cardamom,turmeric, ginger, chilli flakes, Is what invigorates me, If there is no fragrance of spices What is the use of an Indian home? If there are no curries What is the use of spices?
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