A Foodie's Dilemma
And I fell in love,
Today again I fell in love,
with the sweet scent of cardamom when I crushed it for my tea.
And again I will fall in love with the aroma of
spices when I temper my lentils.
And dear vegetable, I am not even talking about
you,
is that the whiff of garam masala that is tempting me so.
That divine smell of freshly chopped coriander makes my senses go insane!
Oh, my inner foodie, will you just give it a rest!
Is that the bubbling brown cheese atop the the creamiest baked dish,
accompanied by a glass of wine,
Or is it the subtly flavoured hummus with the perfect crisp pita,
It must be that tangy, spicy, bursting with flavours Chinese dish loaded with oodles of noodles,
that is whispering my name
come hither, come hither!
Dear precious chaats, you play a perfect conspiracy
along with rains and fritters,
why don't you let me be with my greens,
though they are bitter.
How can I leave you out,
The perfect charcoaled tandoor,
be it paneer or chicken
It makes my knees go weak through and through.
And desserts,
puddings, cakes and pie,
tell me the fruit platter lying beside you is just a lie!
The daily struggle, the daily fantasies,
I wish abundance with you, but, oh the realities!
The little sane health freak in me gives a tough time.
But soon on some weekend,
We'll be together like we never did part.
is that the whiff of garam masala that is tempting me so.
That divine smell of freshly chopped coriander makes my senses go insane!
Oh, my inner foodie, will you just give it a rest!
Is that the bubbling brown cheese atop the the creamiest baked dish,
accompanied by a glass of wine,
Or is it the subtly flavoured hummus with the perfect crisp pita,
It must be that tangy, spicy, bursting with flavours Chinese dish loaded with oodles of noodles,
that is whispering my name
come hither, come hither!
Dear precious chaats, you play a perfect conspiracy
along with rains and fritters,
why don't you let me be with my greens,
though they are bitter.
How can I leave you out,
The perfect charcoaled tandoor,
be it paneer or chicken
It makes my knees go weak through and through.
And desserts,
puddings, cakes and pie,
tell me the fruit platter lying beside you is just a lie!
The daily struggle, the daily fantasies,
I wish abundance with you, but, oh the realities!
The little sane health freak in me gives a tough time.
But soon on some weekend,
We'll be together like we never did part.
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