#21. White, Milk, Black

If chocolate lovers can love all kinds of chocolate,

the bitter black, the sugary sweet white

and the perfect milk,

why can’t they learn to love people

the same why?

If that happens, maybe there is hope for

racism to be completely

obliterated. Love can bloom.


Just a little experiment.

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


#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

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


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