To Him For Whom She Waits

22 Mar

The brownie is just an excuse.

Chocolate drizzling over

the scent of freedom,

the elaborate study required of

the menu,

framed against the evening bay.

My legs are bare and ripe for insects,

but the heart hides its sachharine

under soft-cottoned blue.

I’m anxiously pacing my stillness.

Gathering rope to lasso time.

And the nuts they crumble grudgingly,

permitting me a moment longer.

I never miss Bollywood, but the stellar MS

reminds me to be thankful

B-pop is days away.

A spoon waits placidly.

While someone on a bus inhales

sandalwood and fuel fumes

so he may spray-paint his heart

for me.

Hedges nod affably.

The waiters less so.

Oh look, here’s the bill

but a triangle of sweetness

my rich, brittle excuse,

it watches as my fingers

don’t stop.

A bald baby clutches mud

to the growling of her

father and the roar of surf.

It might take a blue-cottoned

girl with a green croc notebook

to tell him

that often,

it’s all we’re left with.

There approaches the

waiter again.

“One chocolate brownie,”

I say,

my first order for the evening.

9 Responses to “To Him For Whom She Waits”

  1. errormsg March 22, 2009 at 11:45 pm #

    Tried to single out a couple of lines that i liked particularly, but then figured i would have to quote almost the entire ‘wait’ 🙂

    It really is all that we’re left with.

  2. Shivani March 23, 2009 at 5:16 pm #

    Absolutely loved it !

    ~ yet another sizzling choco-brownie crazed soul 🙂

  3. Shivani March 23, 2009 at 5:18 pm #

    And OJ, hope you had a great Navroze with akoori, dhansak, falooda & all that other yumminess


  4. Orange Jammies March 24, 2009 at 2:20 pm #

    errormsg: Yeah! Mud fight!

    Shivani: Not exactly those items (dhansak is actually funeral food. Crazy, right? Go figure!) but dinner was seriously yum. 🙂

  5. Aunty G March 24, 2009 at 11:08 pm #

    You know, OJ, i’d rather think of Dhansak as ‘Celebration’ food — celebrating the ascent of the soul into Garothman.

    [psst, except for the yummy chocolate-drizzled-brownie part, the rest went over me ‘ead]

  6. Nino's Mum March 25, 2009 at 12:13 pm #

    Every line was a postcard.

  7. Orange Jammies March 25, 2009 at 9:34 pm #

    Aunty G: Celebration or not, there better be dhansak (and at least 2 kebabs) whichever way I ascend / descend. Or I’m not leaving, no sir, and they can’t make me.

    Nino’s Mum: …and the first line that popped into my head was “Postcards from Hell”. I know, I’m sick. :mrgreen:

  8. Piper.. March 26, 2009 at 1:15 am #

    (At the cost of sounding like a broken record) Loved it! Absolutely loved it! 🙂

  9. Orange Jammies March 29, 2009 at 9:09 am #

    Piper: Post trivia: What you see 2 posts down is what was in front of me when I scribbled this.

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