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As my teeth concaved into the
cream coloured mayonnaise,
the garlic and ginger paste
fused into the unknown intricacies
of taste buds
that were
watered heavily for a while.
Capsicum here, spring onion there
oriented leaves
disoriented crumbles
garden of green
churned into white
I felt like heaven
in the Garden of Eden.
Bed crust
burnt and brownish,
I felt like,
yes
Paradise Lost!!

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  1. NeethaJanuary 14, 2012 at 6:34 PM

    hey...:)))
    tickling the tastebuds of readers !?!
    loved every bit of it yaar..especially d way you ended the poem :)

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  2. aravindJanuary 14, 2012 at 9:41 PM

    capturing images, i guess :)..

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  3. Farah ZachariahJanuary 18, 2012 at 7:36 PM

    @ Neetha..thanx a lot dear....:))
    @Aravind...does it appear like dt???

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  4. LizaJanuary 26, 2012 at 9:24 AM

    Hi farah...sandwiched between paradise and paradise lost..thats really a tough situation...good work..:)

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  5. Farah ZachariahJanuary 28, 2012 at 10:28 AM

    Lizkutty...yup dt is a tough situation...:)))

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  6. VedaFebruary 5, 2012 at 4:25 PM

    Brilliant!! You have a way with words :) Love the blog..Love the look :)

    Thanks for stopping by Farah, hope all is well? :)

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  7. Farah ZachariahFebruary 9, 2012 at 9:38 PM

    n a big thanx to u too...fr d w'ful wrds...n fr dropping in here..:)

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