The Mango Curry

The beauty that is

Mango Pulsedi 

This deserves the Nobel prize

My exclamation on a full stomach 

Holds truth and supercilious dreams

Not knowing if the Nobel even cares

Of raw love and hearth transmogrified into culinary excellence 

The Pulsedi is overwhelmingly beautiful 

I am simply overwhelmed 

The butteryness of the gravy 

The texture of the shred coconut 

The way the mango melts on my tongue

Unripened ones boiled in water and jaggery 

And I hope that the Gods are kind enough

That when I die, let it be after I have had my fill of this love

Let me have my last meal

In the plates of my home, scrubbed and shining 

After I have felt the spices that my grandmother kept in a tin box

My God,

Please be merciful 

If death must come at once

Please let it be now

Please let it be like this.

Your warmth

What an incredible warmth of a friend
Your head is on my shoulder
There’s a weight on my heart
I curve my head towards yours
And a crevice is formed

What an incredible warmth of a friend
Radiating from your scalp
From the point where my elbow touches your arm
From where your cheek lays upon my shoulder

What an incredible warmth of a friend
What are you thinking? I want to ask
As you look at the space
What goes on inside that head of yours?

What an incredible warmth of a friend
When you smile in my direction
It’s a secret between just the two of us
And I like to think we’re connected

R.S.