22.2.11

Nimbu Chai


Giddy hearts engorged with excitement
Swollen like plump potato vadas.
Anymore happiness, and they would burst
Of rapture they can’t contain.

Desires of fingers groping a breast,
Mouth seeking an anklet,
Cascade hot silver –
Fresh rasgulla syrup on satin bedspread.

Doubts, deceits (Othello, Brutus),
Chilliflake lungs, prick fork into
(engorged potato vada) hearts, pulping them
Into tomato chutney.

Love
Stories
Are like that.
They tend to dissolve
Like colors of a nimbu chai
Sky.
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4 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 23, 2011 at 8:08 PM

    Niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee one

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  2. Chandni SahayFebruary 23, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    I love the part 'colors of a nimbu chai Sky.'
    Hopefully all love stories don't dissolve, though.

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  3. houmeshMarch 22, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    and a hatrik.. good one again!!

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  4. Vikram Waman KarveMay 31, 2011 at 10:30 PM

    Shaily,
    You are a real good poet.
    This is superb:

    Love
    Stories
    Are like that.
    They tend to dissolve
    Like colors of a nimbu chai
    Sky.

    Keep Writing
    Vikram

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