Salt & Pepper

Can Salt be Sweet?
Can Pepper be a Treat?
Can Salt & Pepper be a Feast?

It was a hungry night,
The taste just didn't seem right,
Salt & Pepper, was the invite.

One had one, and the other had the other,
We needed both, to consummate one another,
Salt & Pepper, brought us together.

Adding Salt to bring out the Life,
Adding Pepper to supply it Spice,
Salt & Pepper, gave us an High.

One Cannot always like the same,

You need a Contrast to Compete,

Salt & Pepper made it a Fair Game.

These Two ingredients with, We Tempered,

Our Two lives with, It skilfully Tampered,

Until the Recipe it rendered us, Simmered.

Yes, Salt is Sweet,

Yes, Pepper Can be a Treat.

Yes, Salt & Pepper are a Feast.

The pic above shows actual salt & pepper shakers! :D

The Wait

Oh, i am so famished,

My life is so flushed,

The sun that is scorching,

Me, i am so drooping.

Hot breeze that blows,

Faints me more as it flows,

No blade of grass for a shade,

Am all alone, like a single spade..

I look up and pray,

To see if there is any prey.

I see a dark brown speck yonder,

More here and there, And i turn bolder..

Specks come close, Coalesce to become one whole,

Swallowing one into one another, All into each other.

Gathering strength in their numbers, Growing heavier,

Eclipsing out the Sun, Announcing their arrival.

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And then they drop, One by One,

We all look up into the sky, Tiny little Eyes.

And they drop, Uninhibited, Unhinged, Without any bias,

One by One, they drop, for us Corpse and Crops.

As they drop, they bring life,

Forming more little eyes, on the mud they splash,

They breath out life from that very lifeless mud,

That smells so very much of life than anything more.

Now i feel not lone,

I am blown with all this loan.

My wait ends with this high,

as the Rain drops that Fall, makes us others, Fly.....

month of august being special, shall be spiced up with this theme, which is inarguably, a true RTLL- Reason to Love Life....

Glamour Veiled

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of them all,

Pray do say it is me, Why,

Only I know it's me.

Wild colorful streaks on my hair,

Ravishing Rivers for each emotion.

Body-Hugging clothes, give a glimpse

Of what I hold within,

A Second skin to live-in.

Glistening Gloss for my lips,

Dew drops sitting pretty on my face.

Mellow Mascara for the lashes,

A simple lash of theirs,

That can tame any man.

But wait, my attire is not complete,

And here I am,. and All that I am..

One last puff of a perfume..

And with this veil of mine,

Here i stare into you,

Oh Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all,

Me with those lavish lashes

and the fragrance as a signature,

The scent of a woman, Veiled...

Glamour Veiled..

EYE SpeAk

A Sea of White,

Flows across the moonlit night,

She stands there,

And Unfurls her eyes.

Lashes beckoning me,

Into those two Islands.

They Speak:

Stare into them always,

Or drown forever in,

The White Sea of my eyes...

Ping Pong

Ping pong ping pong,

the red ball to and fro the wall,

Back and forth his hand,

Ping pong ping pong.

Ding dong ding dong,

Answer the door, open it wide,

There stands she in eager. finger on bell,

Ding dong ding dong.

Ping pong & ding dong,

In this echo of confusion,

The balls misses the wall,

And slams on the girl at the door.

Shock runs through his face,

Bewilderement across her's.

Sigh, The first instance they met,

The ball bounces lower, lower and rests.

Ping and Pong, Ping and Pong,

It bounces again, not monotonous like before,

here and there it misses and flies away,

Livelier, not mindful how far or where it goes,

Because,

Now there's no wall in between,

Only two smiling eyes,

With a ball dancing in between.