It was raining out there and I was down with cold.
I tore out a paper from my notebook old.
Three folds on it and ready was my boat.
It felt like magic, on water it could float!
In a joyous journey on the slushy road,
It rolled and sailed and sailed and Rolled!
In its memory, A poem I wrote.
And I named it…
My new paper boat, My new paper boat!
In his snow white hair,
My grandpa looks old..
His fat tummy’s filled with air,
and He has a tooth made of gold..!!
Early morning six he takes me on a walk..
Through the mist, to the grand green park…!!
Talk and Walk and Walk and Talk.
Throwing biscuits at dogs that bark..!!
Lying lazy on the couch, A thought crossed my mind..
Should try writing a poem, Or something of that kind..!
A good topic is a must, Somewhere I’d read..
Hence pulled my laptop and scratched my head..!
I GOOGLEd for long, on topics to choose..
There were many – like ‘My trip to chile’ and ‘Old wise goose’..!!
I couldn’t make the choice, So called up my friend..
‘Selfie’ was her answer – A topic in trend..!!
To write first two lines, It took me a really long time..
I sought Google’s help, To make it rhyme…!
I used few tough words, which I had just found..
In a hope to be called ‘a poet, profound’ .!!
Sixteen lines in the poem, was the goal that I had set..
When I touched the mark, I was soaked in sweat..!!
My first and last attempt at poetry, Came to an end..
I started making a list- to whom the poem, I should send..!!
And I wondered and wondered.. If is this how every first poem is written..!!! ??
My first tryst with cooking, is a tale to narrate
It all started on the day, when my age read eight..!!
I was home, alone and having nothing cooked to eat.
There was Milk; there was sugar and few grains of wheat..!!
The recipe which I tried, had no mention in books
Puked after trying it, me and my dog Brooks..!!
My passion for Cooking was never under stake
At the age of twelve, I made a nice round cake..!!
There was nothing on earth that I hadn’t tried..,
From Milk with pickle to chocolate completely fried…!!
I knew, I believed I was no less than a Cordon Bleu
About culinary skills of mine, People had no clue…!!
My affair with cooking, was under wraps for long
Until I proposed a Waitress, with a romantic song..!!
To accept my proposal, ten long minutes she took
And only after hearing that I knew to cook..!!
The next two years I tell you, were a complete hell
On each new recipe of mine, she used to yell..!!
After very long years, a time really came
When I had to hang my head, down in shame…!!!
I was asked to cook for a party she threw,
I assumed I cooked a delicious stew…!!
Trying the dish, guests had really tough time,
I was accused of committing a terrific crime…!!
There and then ended oh my beloved friends, my COOK-A-TALE…….!!!!
Passionophoria 