Thoughts Brewed in my Kitchen


tea leaves bleed
aromatic synonyms in water
as it bubbles to fill
piquant anticipations in gaze
of lethargic, mist-draped winters,
poured into chiseled transparencies,
insinuating russet delights
of sweet apple cider.

cookie crumbles
voicing soft innuendoes
of honeyed pleasures,
unheeded by a tongue rolling
in hurriedly munched bites
tinged in caffeinated sips
as preoccupations enshroud
sensibilities of an overwrought mind.

as currency crisp afternoon
crumble like stale scones,
into twilights crocheted in wildflowers,
warming cold-numbed fingers
over brewing warmth of coffee
I rifle through lists of ingredients
needed for impending supper.

appetizing breath of curry
fills the blandness of shivering nights,
preening in starry tiarras,
as moments shell and crunch
their oxymoron moods
like fire-kissed peanuts,
seasoned in finger-licking spices
luring gluttony from
routine monotony of dinner table.

ice-creams relax
their realms undiluted by winter nights
cuddled in snowflake sighs,
while hot chocolate sauce laces
their frozen dreams in passion,
and chilled spoonfuls
are gulped in rapture
to frill cold in icy pleasures.


Scents of Winter…


Scents of Winter

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with cinnamon
breath of fall mingling
in infinite oblivion
of past buried
beneath piling snow–
feather soft and sublime.

morning breeze scented

in aroma of citrus delights,
and freshness of
dew on grass blades,
untouched by lethargic
tongue of mellowed sun.

rich aroma of
brewing tea and coffee
scents environs,
in nipping chill
and fragrance of green peas,
spring onions and herbs
emanates from kitchen.

crackling fire
palmed by hearth,
leaves room redolent
with earthy smell of
incinerated timber,
and a roseate glow etched
on softness of cheeks.

Christmas brings scents
of pine needles and myrtle,
blended with the smell
of delicacies, cakes
pies and cookies fresh
from the blazing oven.

and above all scent
of your closeness beneath
moth ball smothered blankets,
as you hold me close,
dissipating chill of winter,
are to me epitomes
of winter season…