Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Culinary Chronicles

I skipped, I jumped, I ran away
I dodged and talked out my way...
I hid out in the attic all day
When my mom begged me to stay!

Learn to cook a little she would say!
Learn to hold the ladle..
But I felt truly liberated to dodge away,
And claim to know no culinary way!

But then I went away to stay, in a land far far away...
With no mommy to answer my whims and fancy!

So with reluctance in every move
I decided to make some stew!
I cut and minced , tossed and cooked
But when I put it in my mouth, spit it right out

I called my mom and ate my words
I asked her to teach me the ropes!
And hand me the recipe passed down the years
So my experiments would save some tears!

Years have passed and cook I do
And the flavors in my food play peek-a-boo
But to dinner if I do invite you
Do remember to bring a dish or two!

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Heads or Tails - Recipe

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Friday, September 12, 2008

Who's there?

I remember those months long ago,
When the tummy had begun to show;
And the little kicks would appear,
"Who's there? " they made me whisper!

Now he has a lovely name
One look and he lights my face!
But every morning he leaves me here,
To wait for a knock and say "who's there?"

And I know the day will come
To reach him I have to pick up the phone
And as it jingles on his busy day
My heart will turn warm as I hear him say,
"Who's there?" it will make my day!

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Weekend Wordsmith - Who's there?

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Coffee


I drag myself out of bed
I walk out with a groggy head
The kitchen is the first place to tread
To flip the switch of the magical pot!

The aroma fills the air so soon
The spirits perk and eyes open
The feet do a sprightly dance
The brain comes out of the trance

And when the rainy day is here
I grab a throw and sit to stare
The steaming mug in my hand
The wonderful smell fills the air!

The elixir I sip and smell makes me smile,
Makes me live and dance every day!
The magical gift from heavens I am sure,
That I welcome night and day!

And when I am off on a drive
My eyes search in frantic fear
For if I don't find a cafe near,
We will just have to head back home my dear!

I need my pot of COFFEE every day,
To keep me active, to keep me gay!
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For Sunday Scribblings - Coffee

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Runaway Words!



I open that blank page, And bring out my pen
In my shiny blue book, I am ready to write again!
But as I look at it silently mocking me,
The words just flew right out, no more muse!

I put on my writer's hat and begin to think
But the haze still filled my brain, in a trance!
I pull the feathers from my brain and dig deep within
I would like to see if I can find words well hidden!

I look at the hat again to see if its right,
Not on the cook or mommy's head it sits on tight!
I go sit at my desk to see if that will help
If the words will come out now, from the deep dark well

But all I can see is the big black void
Strangely silent are the voices in my head!
So I flick off my hat now and go for a walk,
The birds are chirping bright and gay, sitting on a bark!

The water runs through the brook gushing away,
The breeze picks a leaf here and another on the way!
The rabbits scurry past in their haste
And I sit there on the bench watching them play!

As I look around me I can hear them again,
The voices in my head are laughing aloud!
I grab a flying paper and borrow a pen
As the words begin to flow from my brain!

Now that I know I have found it,
My writer's state of mind
I can still not tell you where to look
If you ask me for this mysterious find!

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For Write on Wednesday - In a writer's state of mind. (Img Courtesy: http://thenewjew.files.wordpress.com)

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A chip off the old block!


I hide a grin I want to smile
When I should be looking grim
I turn around and bite my tongue
To stop the laugh about to come

I look so stern sure to scare
But the little eyes back they stare
And refuse to back down yet again,
Are my admonitions all in vain?

I sneak a look at the big burly man
Standing there with a grin
He seems to talk with his eyes
But I must still hold my stand and not sway!

Being a parent is a work so hard,
More so when my past is still so fresh
Much as my mind tries to forget
The same stern looks on my parents face!

But as my mind sways such,
I give up yet again and concede
Defeat of wills to the wee thing
He is after all, a chip off the old block!

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For Matinee Muse - Conflicting Emotions! (img courtesy: http://www.giftmonger.com)

Just a dream


I have been haunted by images all night
I am peeping from between the boxes again!
I woke the man smiling in his dreams
"Is it time to move again?"

Its been a few months since the boxes came
A few months since I looked for homes
A while since I slept on floors
And called the truckers every hour!

Its been a few months in this new place
And I can feel the itch again
Starting to form beneath my feet
"Is it time to move again?"

Is it time to bring out the big brown monsters
That gobble up all my belongings
Is it time to roll in the wheels of change
And haul and load my life yet again?

I woke up with a start and hit the switch
No brown monsters lurking around,
The closets still stayed stocked to the brim!
Aah I heaved a sigh and rested my head again,
Just a dream.. Just a dream!

For Head or tails - Box

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The Summers of my past

(Pict Courtesy: http://www.maximumfun.org)

I can still taste the salt in the breeze,
And the feel of sand beneath my feet
I can still feel the cool waters running so clear,

And can taste the sweets by granny dear.


Hiding away, all the ice creams and pops

I dare to smile at the stern Grand pop

Forgotten the day spent rolling in sand

"Take me along to the beach" I sang!


The uncle arrives and I scream in joy,

He is back from work, but no time to rest!

Now is the time to take me to the zoo

To the park and ice cream place, and the beach too!

The weekend arrives and it is the aunts turn
Off we go to tempt a sun burn!

And on other days, there was soft cuddly grand mom

Who filled my tummy with candies and sweets,

And at night told me many many fun stories!


The summers of my past where sweet as can be,

But now they are but a distant memory!
Summers are still fun, with the holidays they bring!

But now I am the one taking the imp out for a spin!

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