a__lost_soulHow about being sugar in your life .it will not be tasteless avoid bitterness , add sweetness
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On a sunday sunrise Waking up to some good tidings Thought of rustle up some nosh Peeped into the wooden spice box..
The red hot CHILLIES Swirled in stance of attitude As if the red devil queen..
The bright yellow TURMERIC Smashed the spoon Making an angle, Too bold in my eyes..
The warm brownish CINNAMON Twisted in sharp posture To pinch the taste tight..
The deep, muted, rusty orange With a copper undertoned NUTMEG Tinched to make sour warm exit..
The brownish black CLOVE Stood tall in pride, as a cox As to host my wooden spice box..
The greyish white fresh resin Which turned to dark amber colored ASAFOEDIA Acerbed to flinch my face right..
The last, to catch my site Pure white SALT in my mind Smirked in triumph as the ruling knight..
As these spices talked to me With their appearances, I turned To my favorite delight The powerful pungent GARLIC Giving significance texture to all my viands..
Glossary-: 1. Good tidings = Good News 2. Rustle up = Prepare 3. Nosh = Food 4. Cox = In charge of a its crew 5. Acerbed = Sour 6. Triumph = Victory 7. Ruling Knight = To rule all the cookings 8. Viands = Item of food
He presented her With enchanting Violets For every cold night When blood burgeoned within Betwixt her tender legs
When the bond of holy matrimony was sealed, it seemed as though all the best pieces fell into a quintessential chronological order. That every young canary dreams about. Since childhood she played, encompassed by spices of life. Some terrible, some beautiful. Some went awry but some were scrumptious.
I used to watch this drill every day through the window. But one day, that bud blossomed into a beautiful flower. And soon there were potential admirers who wanted to have it. So was a young gallant fellow.
A jocund affair it was when they became one. And so the leaves gave it a new flavour. Like a bewitching dream it was. But soon the dawn of Autumn arrived and a monochromatic abyss announced its arrival.
Day after day it stormed. With leaves falling every now and then. The tree wept for it no longer had the capacity to hold the little canary, the innocent bud that used to stay jauntily at its behest was plucked by lecherous beings.
Blood dripped from her stem, her branches, her petals. And Violet turned a shade darker. Coercion was like a daily chore for him, and endurance for her. Even though he had the utmost right to do so, consensus was never an option.
I was no longer a bunch of violets. I was transformed into melancholy. That stayed hovering over the poor soul that was bereft of tears as well. Too tired to even cry.
It happens in a marriage as it's considered normal. It is an offence that hasn't been promulgated into a law as of yet. But there seems a need for it. Everyone interprets it as though they have the pertinent knowledge. When we talk about sexual assault, then I guess Marital Rape should also be given a legal status. Section 375 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC) considers the forced sex in marriages as a crime only when the wife is below age 15. Thus, marital rape is not a criminal offense under the IPC.
forestbornA person with a beautiful heart is so rare to find these days. I reread it. More power to your pen. There is nothing more rare and nor more beautiful than a person who understand the pain of others.
I second your thoughts. And I hope people do take this into consideration and show a little kindness towards others. For everyone has something or the other going on, emotionally, mentally, physically, or a combination of the three.
Poetry is like the form of dishes Belonging to the skillful hands of writer Prepared with preferential spices Contains salt of tears,or sugar of laughter,
To spill the bitterness of his heart He adds peppers and chilies of irony To paint his ideas and thoughts Sprinkles saffron and turmeric colours
With cinnamon, cardamom like words Enhances the essences of emotions Like the tanginess of tamarind,he gulps The savouriness of painful situations : This is how a writer uses his heart as a spice box To exactly expressed his ideas,notions and thoughts.
taekook_maknae@nivey14 heyy my darloo I m on weverse , but i couldn't write anything yesterday, i had classes , and i wasn't well at all What's ur id on weverse?
taekook_maknae@nivey14 darlooo , how could i thank uh ,i m just dumb infront of ur love , I feel so worthy I love uh looooooooaaaaaaaaddddddsssssss
nivey14@taekook_maknae heyyyyyyyaaa..... It's me who should be the most thankfulllll... For you yes you making my life so soo beautiful, loving me, caring so much for my doings,for being born, for being an army, and gifting me something I have always been carving for.. And most thankful .. Loving bangtan ..
Btw,how your mother? Is mommy ok? And hoe are you?? ,
taekook_maknae@nivey14 awee my loveee You are making my days better ,i m so thankful to uh and god for bringing uh in my life
Mom is being okay now, i m okay while talking to uh all how is ur mom?everything fine? Surgery??
nivey14Chweetoo.. I want to make you more happier every day.. And more day by day..!! You were always there for me.. Not only in my happy days but sad cries too..!! You're so precious and I could say to the world out... I own an gold.
My mom is doing well. And surgery there is still time left.! How about yours?
In the kitchen named as "world". Let me introduce my "spicemates".
Friends : They are' Red chillies' for me,they spice up my 'Life' the most, and make it piquant.
Siblings : They are as sweet ,yet slightly bitter as 'Cinnamon', sometimes as firm & stubborn as its stick. &sometimes as soft as its powder.
Grandparents : They are 'Turmeric ' for me, they play an important role in bringing an evergreen 'experienced' flavour in my life, And provide all of us , the strength to fight against any ' hurdle' named disease.
My father : He is as strong and sharp as black pepper, he may appear to be bitter, but he gives a lot of warmth to all of us.
My mother : She is the most important ingredient ..."Salt". (sounds weird right)?
But she is the only one, who enhances all the flavours in my life to the fullest. (Just like, nobody can enjoy the taste of the spices mentioned above without a pinch of salt.)
And here's me : I am a Vulnerable vegetable , getting some strength by mixing up with my family and friends, to make my "Life " indeed a" Delicacy".