#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!

#5. Late Night Vices

#5. Late Night Vices

I slowly tip-toe around the coffee table

making sure I don’t hit my little toe

at the table leg and scream out loud, 

waking the entire Home. 

I sneak towards the kitchen, eyeing the fridge.

I look around, making sure no one is

up and about at this late hour,

and I open the freezer on top. 

I grab the pack and close the door

when I hear a gasp.

I turn round on my heels and seeing you

relieves my tension of being caught. 

“You too?” I whisper?

You simply nod, with a calm expression.

I take two spoons out of the drawer

and beckon you forward with one. 

You oblige; we slide down next to each other,

talking silently about the secrets of the universe,

while unconsciously taking turns in

digging our spoons in the large

tub of Choco Xcess.  

I think this is my favourite poem that I’ve ever written so far!

This poem is inspired by the book, The Problem With Forever by Jennifer L Armentrout. 

#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