Atmospheric Disturbances, Likelihood of Storm
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Atmospheric Disturbances, Likelihood of Storm
A haze is likely to descend in and around the kitchen as you fry okras in mustard oil. The pungent aroma will mostly clear and the sun will shine as you swoop and scoop like a goat uncaged in a meadow. Sitting in solitary silence may activate ocular precipitation, it is advised that you singalong to songs from decades when collective appetite was your mother's prerogative. Arrange to feed your alter-ego a happy drizzle of amigos. Apathy is the anomaly, scream if you must, then act like nothing is amiss. Align your chakras. Order in, allow the biryani to crush the acridity of yesternight's cabbage meal arguments that hang in the air still.
In writing this poem and publishing it here, I do realise I am not giving it the time to sit as I would another poem, maybe one meant for submission. If there is unfinished business, I own it. Unfinished business is better than none. Also, a poem that finds eyes is better than an orphaned one.
Hope you have enjoyed reading this poem. Do let me know your thoughts about it!
Joyous in sharing,
Aditi