#13. Chocolate Poisoning

#13. Chocolate Poisoning

She loves chocolate.

Anything at all. Even chicken dipped in chocolate is very appealing to her.

I’m not taking that risk today.

I’m making a chocolate cake,

with gooey chocolate gushing out as she cuts it,

with sharp, stiff tempered chocolate hearts,

all laced with just 2 grams of cyanide.

Don’t ask me why I wrote this.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.

#8. The Problem With Temptation

#8. The Problem With Temptation

Every time I look into the glass prison of

sweets, cakes, breads, samosas,

that juicy Gulab Jamun,

those fresh, steaming Jalebis,

all those flavours of ice cream that I am yet to taste,

Those purple packed chocolates,

with cranberries, rice crisps, roasted nuts,

oh, cashews!

I am reminded of the amount of money I pay

for my gym, each month.

Who the f*ck cares!

I’m eating them all!

Food is what I am reminded of when the word “temptation” comes along. Hope you like this poem!

#24: Temptation between my teeth

#24: Temptation between my teeth


You need little naughty in life, fictional or not.

I drag my fingers across

the surface, collecting dark substance

on my fingertips.

She watches my,

carefully, and gauges my expression as

I put them in my mouth,

moan with the pure pleasure

of having to taste

the best chocolate ever made.

Picture credits: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2585441/Go-naughty-Quetzalcoatls-chocolate-cake.html