Years back I was called a green chilly
Age and time tempered me into ripening
I have been plucked, left to the eternal sun
To scrotch and bite my body
Till-I am sucked out of moisture
Even my seeds were not spared
-they may have feared my rebirth-
Container preserved, air tight
Alone -abhorred and neglected
For they accuse me of irritating their eyes,sneezing their noses
I am left to suffer the ignominy of being forgotten
No innocent hands reach out to me
Yet-they need me
To redden their life
To spice up their present
To marinate their future
Caught in the container of family, motherhood mocks at me
You have changed-reduced to dust-mere dust
But I know
Deep inside-dust or no dust
Iam what I was, and will be
--Spicy and hot
എരിവിനൊട്ടും കുറവില്ലല്ലോ... (y)
ReplyDeleteഎരിഞ്ഞു തീരട്ടെ
DeleteChilly is what chilly does.
ReplyDeleteChilly is what chilly does.
ReplyDeleteTaste buds are on fire..
ReplyDeleteLazin miss, you write really well. Are u working now?
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot..one of my students most probably... Yeah the same old job..
DeleteRed chilly is an image of the people who brew up their vigour when they get older.Green chilly is fleshy and watery where as red chilly is dry.
ReplyDeleteMay be people like VS. Uncompromising though they are old and dry.
You said it!!!!
DeleteRed chilly is an image of the people who brew up their vigour when they get older.Green chilly is fleshy and watery where as red chilly is dry.
ReplyDeleteMay be people like VS. Uncompromising though they are old and dry.
Green or red everyone wants Chilli hot and spicy....
ReplyDeleteNice symbols Lezin ji.