As the masses prepare
The New World awaits,
With new smells and new sights.
A world borne of passion and desire
Bearing newfound fruits –
Fruits of labour and fruits of patience,
Of newfound gratitude,
And toil and bells
Of human perseverance.
Let’s seek to discover this New World
When it presents itself
In all its facets and devices,
In its burning glory,
In everglowing desire;
let’s seek to discover the New World
With cleansed auras.
The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
Coffee meets ginger,
Like magnolias in the sky
An interchange of fluid,
A taste of the wild.
A peep into the senses,
A peep into the style,
Coffee meets ginger,
Like whistles blown on a freeway.
Coffee meets ginger
The beasts have arisen!
The night beckons the lovers
And the lovers listen,
And think and wonder
At the amazement,
At the wonders.
Food on my mind, I eat you
You on my mind, I salivate
Food plus you, the aroma calls
Calls becoming pulls
Pulls becoming you
You on my mind, food on my palette
Healing aromatherapy
You bring out the best—
Aroma transitions to touch
Touch transitions to feel
A feeling so real hits me,
Like chilli hits the tongue,
Like chocolate hits the soul
And frozen in my mind, my senses yearn and indulge
In you
In beautiful food.
A happy glow emanates
Through the glass beneath the window
A lot o’ light goes in and goes out
The carpet on the floor
Paints a multicoloured hue
The room, fresh from the painted music
Basks in the afterglow.
A sweet scent of the ocean –
brought in, vapourized.
the randomness of the items compliments
the cheeriness of the quirks.
A fanciful mish-mash
Of memories collected,
Bidding goodbye has never been easy.
But the spirit, it yearns –
And my heart gives in
To all the multicoloured hues.
I ride a happy road,
Blow some offhand smoke
I get on and get moving,
For when the night comes
I see this damsel swooning.
A mild happy daze
Fuels my love for the night;
and when I look up to the stars
They dazzle in delight.
I retire to my slumber
Cocooned in stardust
I feel my familiar tingle,
And find myself one with the night.
Our ties,
Our infinite, unbound ties –
Marked by our differences,
Tied by our affection.
Our bodies,
Trapped in time & space,
Drifting about;
our bodies,
Sticky and fleshy,
Warm & comfy
Our bodies,
With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,
Our bodies,
Holding all there is –
Our bodies,
Our real treasure troves.
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
