Nobody is perfect

At times I keep walking in rain,

Crying out loud like an insane.

While rain drops keep washing up my tears,

I motivate myself to wipe off my fear.

To face the silent world of numerous mumbling lips,

Where miss out words of wisdom and humorous quips.

At times I sob in a dark room,

Talking to self, soaked in gloom.

While I stare at sky through skylight,

A tiny ray of sun that sneaks gives a pleasing sight,

Sometime playfully I capture it through a prism,

And perceive those colours as hope and optimism.

At times God asks me if I am Okay,

“Hey Hi! This gift of yours perfectly normal”, I say.

Now I am inured to discrimination and bully,

Also insulated my ambition from being sullied.  

This quietness is conductive to lend you my ear,

and communicate with you through my prayer. 

My Sambapur: Foodie's delight -II

Rise up rise up to sip your tea,

At Y shaped crossing in Ainthapali.

Cool and fresh air of town will set you free,

While you start your day with soft idlis.

Lunch and Hyder have close affair,

Romance of biryani with curry is yummy.

While you gulp Shakti’s gulabjamun pairs,

You hardly care for your inflated tummy.

Inexplicable joy that Golebazar Jalebi brings ,

King-sized paan only adds to fun.

Hongkong Chinese is  next to best thing,

To make your evening with chow-chow and prawn.

When the town is quiet at night,

And your taste-buds savored all foods.

You would be lulled to sleep under dim light,

With happy, relaxed and satiated mood.

My Sambalpur: Foodie’s delight

Wafting aroma made its way to my nose,

I traced it to  Disco Gupchup stall. 

It titillated my tongue making saliva flow,

While I gulped plateful of spicy panipuri balls.

I scooted my moped through sleepy lanes,

And made a halt at Baidhnath Chakk.

“Mis”ordered green bhaang kulfi,

Resulting serpentile walk across Saan Sadak.

I sank onto a bench at sweet shop of Nanda Pada,

Relishing  a pair of Gulabjamuns.

Then went down to stair of ring road,

Gazing at placid water and full moon. 

And slowly munching that king sized paan,

Waiting the hangover to calm down.

This is how I called it a day,

With lovely food at my lovely town.