© Shanyu Bihani 2020
In a salad state of mind!
Na hallo fruende! Another wonderful week and I must say that it has been very healthy. You see, I just had another rendezvous with food and guess what? It had so much more to say!Every time I have a brush with food, I believe it to be the last of our ‘chance meetings,’ and as…
Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis
Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.
The rose thorn
Pretty roses caress thy feet, And those bare of yonder man, Walking to the azure ahead, He could, he will, he can. And roses yet, beneath raw feet, How soft, how sweet, so red, Obliterated, yes just once, For all that lay ahead. Obliterated, yes just once, For roses have bloomed anew, And have laid…
Too many cooks did not spoil the broth!
I keep trying, experimenting food. Beautiful cuisines, a plethora of ingredients, a variety of recipes. This time however, it was another facade about cooking that enthralled me over the simplicity of food. It comes out we have become very rigid about how we want to shape our lives or instead how we want to explore…