A Peaceful Time - 2

Poem By Bhupen Thakker

hot oil on a medium gold flame
gently place in it a cluster of black mustard seeds

hear the crackle, let the journey begin
white diced new potatoes go in next
white salt, red pepper, yellow tumeric
sprinkle, a teaspoon of each

a little white sugar. all mixed together

just enough colourless water for the potatoes to cook

cover the pan

let your mind rest for a while
those thoughts, let them pass over your head
my mind door is closed at present, you say
i am cooking a Gujrati potato curry

are the potatoes cooked? yes, if a fork
pierces through the potatoes

sprinkle some yellow orangey coriander powder
garnish with some deep green coriander leaves
squeeze a few drops of yellow lemon juice

look at the blue sky, breathe in
and slowly eat the flavours, colours with rice & bread
is your heart satisfied?
adjust as necessary

Comments about A Peaceful Time - 2

Beautiful meal shared. No wonder, one will be happy to have it. Beautiful presentation. Enjoyed the meal. Thanks for sharing with us.
... and another happy meal! Abbarr!


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of THAKKER

How To Make Your Wishes Come True

She liked white and had not said a word yet

On her tenth birthday
she stood on the red steps

A Poet Lives

A poet lives a poet dies


Birth First. Steady breaths red, hugs orange and a peek- a -boo soul yellow. Sshhhh sparkling* my son poet were mother’s words

Sparkling Anzac- An Australian Soldier

(By Charlie, from Griffith NSW. Died 25th April 1915 age 21. No rebirth. Father ran a petrol station. Mother full of energy. Parents met at Catholic tennis)

Don't understand it all. Indian soldiers- dots on foreheads-(dusty) (Red)
My duty (I like) is to be ready at 11 am. My other jobs completed in 1915. Announced on Orange day. (When everything is Orange)

An Aussie Xmas

....the sea offers dips. Auntie Eileen in the outback closes the Country Women Association shop for the last time in 2018, xmas cards with red parrots all sold... Santa wears heavy red in 35 degrees …. Orange sun cream you cannot lick... Huge orangeyellowmangoes...and yes
green xmas fir trees.. The sky a clear light blue….
I
N

The Scent Of Goodness

……..in the mustiness of a red rose scent lies an orange trigger. A trigger to memories of a beautiful moment spent in a yellow room or a church with yellow roses. It could be a high church where green urns emit much incense. Green sandalwood? To wake our spirits?

What does the light blue sky smell of? What do indigo blue sounds smell of? Do good thoughts and ideas have a scent? Twirling Navy Blue, Pink, Gold and Purple robes evoke a feel ….of romance, of spirituality, of colour to bring scent to our souls. Sometimes slightly sad like Good Friday….and sometimes uplifting like Easter Monday. It makes me consider this

Gandhi Ji's Power Full Dhoti

Gandhi=Human=Vaishnava
Sit, sleep and enchant red ease adorning a garment (Dhoti) ..
Dreaming of a new India, Gandhi ji walked gracefully in a (Dhoti)
A Vaishnava feels the true pain of others