Sweet Tooth and Climate Change

How you look at a loaf of raisin bread, Like staring at sugarloaf mountain, How everything gets magnified, Like a little toffee that becomes candy floss, How we all have lollypop tongues That drip in drool, like Pavlov’s dog Just at the thought of an ice cream, Or a biscuit pudding, how we Are conditioned…

7 AM at a diner in Nashville

A diner where I ordered breakfast, Looking at all the faces, Truckers to yuppies, And here the egg doesn’t ask, Whether you wear a tie or overalls, Only what your likes are, in food. And you become humanized All of a sudden, How every kite in the skyline, Has the same skin, paper. And all…

Sweet Poetry

Poems are indulgent. Words come in so many edible formats. Some are like lamb souvlakis,  Makes your tongue roll in recital. Some are like chapatti, flatter Than a pancake, and needs a little Spicy imagination to go down Your throat. Some are like a cob of corn. Always served fresh, for the famished reader. Others…

Chopsticks

                  Like a man on stilts My ungainly fingers Climb on to two straight rods Long and slender, like bamboo sticks – Which to the non-Asian Is a dilemma between plastic or wood – As I scoop through my Pad Thai The peanut powder and the drooping…

Pappadam

Oh the crispy bites and the salty taste Of a miracle of wheat and black gram flour A wafer-thin orb sculpted by human palms And parched by the persistent sun On sandy coves of the Sri Lankan coastline What is fried in oil and demi-dried on old newspapers To bequeath her crispiness, aroma and taste…