Of Pasta and Curry and Bicycles and a Ferrari
A Poem by
poetry-kiddo alienbaba
Well....i was searchin for recipes and guess what i ended up doin...
blame it on writers cafe.



Did I tell you how to make time stand still?
Simple....take a deep breathe ...hold it in your abdomen and watch the world around you...its moving on....while you have temporarily frozen yourself...frozen in time....
from that perspective ......even a busy schedule seems like a Holiday...
Have you seen Mr.Beans film Holiday?....love it...bet you will too...
makes me think the way i do....
I loved watchin Tom and Jerry on a lazy Sunday evenin.
I loved makin merry when Mary was out partin'
I loved to love you watch yourself in the shattered excuse for a mirror,
I loved to love you my love ...the way i loved you in your parlor....
I thought you were a goddess with six arms and a bindi,
You laughed and said you felt like a demoness high on Brandy,
They called you a vamp and called me a tramp and chased us out,
Now all that makes sense to me beyond any shadow of doubt!
Fragrant leaves in the turmeric Curry and a pinch of costly Saffron,
Oregano sprinkled tasty Pasta but whats the use now you're gone.
Tropical Coconuts and Tangy Tangerines and a whiff of juiced lemongrass,
Tamarind Chutney while dancing Tango or footloose after Music class.
Why this melancholy this mellow evening....
why this metaphor-tinged reckoning....
Why am i feeling the way I always feel....
Is it the spirit-world beckoning?
Fly away little fairy....take your time and don't hurry....
Spread your good cheer lil dearie...to your new man and kids and dont worry...
Its happenin for a reason....this time-shift from a cycle to a Ferrari...
You dine on Pasta...while I relish my Curry....
Life is a Blast and I never am weary.