Putting words in my mouth
I caress the contents of the menu card
I like to pick and choose
My mouth must water
I want it freshly made, just for me
Now, I'm asking too much
but the Chef does not mind.
I want something light & bite-sized
I ease my way in, I don't want to rush
I'm afraid of choking
Slowly, I bite into it
My mouth is full of phrases.
Bring it over, gently
do not spill or leak on the way
This soup is precious and
seasoned with words
Now, for the main course
I want prose and paragraphs
big enough
to satiate my hunger
to conjure my love for poems.
I'd like to chew it right from the bone.
No spoons or fork
I want to eat and taste
With my ink-stained hands.
Serve it with flatbread
Smear clarified butter on top
Along with pickled onions on the side.
If there's anything left, pack it up!
Leftover poem tastes like Rajma.
Its flavour and meaning
intensify on the next day.
You cannot leave without dessert.
Three scoops of sundae and some pie
I want Butterscotch blues
and Raspberry rhymes.
This is for my sweet tooth
And to cool down everything
that's cooking in my belly
since I lit the flame of poetry.
About the poet:
I'm a writer in crisis. I want to expose myself to words. It's been only 3 to 4 years since I have started writing poems, but I can already see the transformation of my thoughts and ideas that prevail in my mind. Poems now have become an integral part of my life. I want people to read between the lines of a poem and derive their own meaning like every poem is personal. Find Chirag's words on AllPoetry and Instagram