Month: May 2013

How fragments feel

Would you like to know, how fragments feel

It’s hard to tell really, when so many different emotions,

are reflecting back at you 

You wont find them in the air, sea, nor in me
you will find them on the ground

They belong there, in soil
where grass will grow, and men builds over

No archaeologist will assemble me correctly
No artist can capture my style
No amount of adhesive will hold these as one piece

I live only to breath into struggling lungs
and maybe if those would be in my blood, bone and soul

They too could understand.

Maybe, if each finds a piece of me and comes together
there will be too much to break, to hard to crack that ice

Traditional, fixed form, free verse and pretty words

So many ways I can tell you

But in the end,

I don’t want
to             piecing this together
sound    I am
like

 

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Every artist no matter what, will always have their skill. That is something that will always be a factor when writing a new piece, or drawing with grey, or painting with many colors.But I will agree and can not refuse, when you really feel down, in an emotional up roar there is a change in your writing, obvious yes, but there is a reason when the best of us can come out. You feel what so many writers and artists of old felt, even if the result doesn’t look good to you.

-Mkalyan

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Dal Makhani

I Love Dal Makhani. It is my favorite among-st all the dals.. I can gorge on it anytime and every time :-). I think its very earthy and rustic in taste and that’s what I really love.

Here’s how I make it.

Ingredients:

3/4 cup whole urad (whole black lentil),
2 tbsp rajma,
3 tbsp butter,
1 tsp jeera,
green chillies, cut lengthwise,
1″ stick of cinnamon,
cloves,
cardamoms,
1/2 cup finely chopped onions,
1/2 tsp ginger-garlic paste,
1 tsp chilli powder,
1/4 tsp turmeric powder,
1 1/2 cups fresh tomato puree,
1/2 cup fresh cream,
2 tbsp chopped coriander,
1 tbsp fresh cream for the garnish,
Salt to taste

Method:

  1. Clean, wash and soak the whole urad and rajma overnight.
  2. Drain, add 2 cups of water and salt and pressure cook for 7 whistles or till the dals are overcooked.
  3. Allow the steam to escape before opening the lid.
  4. Whisk till the dal is almost mashed. Keep aside.
  5. For the tempering, heat the butter in a deep pan and add the cumin seeds.
  6. When the cumin seeds crackle, add the green chillies, cinnamon, cloves, cardamoms, and onions and sauté till the onions turn golden brown in colour.
  7. Add the ginger-garlic paste,chilli powder, turmeric powder and tomato puree and cook over a medium flame till the mixture leaves oil.
  8. Add the dal, salt and approx 2 to 3 tbsp water if required and simmer for 10 to 15 minutes.
  9. Add the cream and mix well. Simmer for 2 to 3 more minutes.
  10. Serve hot garnished with coriander and fresh cream.

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I must tell you, that the cloves really give a lot of heat to the dish. This dal tastes even better the next day, so if you really want the entire flavour to come through make it a day in advance. Just dont add the cream to the recipe. Add it when you heat it up before serving.

Serve it with hot roti

Rain

Rain – A poem for INDIES IN ACTION- for a charity anthology for the tornado victims in Oklahoma.

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I sit

And watch

As the rain drops 

fall in front of me,

at my sides,

and even behind me.

As I watch them through hazy eyes and my own dripping water,

I wonder.

I sit and wonder.

Do rain drops

Get lonely

Too?

With all those other rain drops with them..

Do they feel like me?

To feel alone.

Is a pain I would wish on no one else.

A wish 

I wish was granted to me

Is

To bear everyone’s pain.

To give them relief,

From the burning heat.

To show them to the water,

To let them quench their thirst.

But to make mine even worse.

I wish I could just take everyone’s pain

Bottle it up inside me

And let others

Be happy.

And maybe

If I died

If I did it myself, or someone else did it

I can take the pain with me

and destroy it.

-Mkalyan

Tears from the skies

Tears from the skies, weeping in sorrow,

Rivers trickling down cars.

Leaves hanging forlornly from damp, arid branches, encased in,

Tears From The Skies.

Telephone wires, strung firmly in the gloom-ridden trees,

Necklaces, with nature’s beads, droplets of water.

Perpetual falling of,

Tears From The Skies.

Roads decorated with puddles,

Ripples dancing in the minuscule pools.

People sprinting down the road, covering themselves from,

Tears From The Skies.

O bleak rainfall,

When gazed at, the acherontic scene depresses India,

My country is crying.

Tears of the skies…

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Life is a Coin it has Two stories

When Life Doesn’t tell Both sides of Your Story
I Say just leave the way it is,
let people Keep their Version of Their Story,
And Let You Keep the whole Truth,

Cause its Never enough to convince the masses…
It’ll Always Be a one sided story,
It’s Society,
Everyone Has Their Own Version of How They perceive Your life,

Its all a Show for them…
They won’t approach you To even ask “What really Happened?”
Nor will they Flip the Coin in that Matter…
Its all There for them to their Liking

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-Mkalyan

You never know

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As the days passed by, all the faith and trust that was once as strong as a rock began to loosen up into tiny fragments of loneliness, betrayal, sorrow, scattered all around me. The pain is too strong. I am fighting very hardly only hoping that ultimately, all this is just worth the cause. I know that I will not give up, but sometimes giving up just seems right, to see if things would get better if I weren’t a fighter. To see if still an iota of care and concern existed. But I am scared, scared to discover that I am a fool to have stayed around waiting for nothing. People easily move on and I was foolish to wait, to trust that after a dark and long, cold night has passed, will the bright and warm and joyful morning surely arrive. But sometimes, the sun is just too lazy to come up and the morning is still dark and cold, just to indicate that the storm has not passed. It is just to come. You never know.

Perception

Our existence is a mere perception.
We are nothing, and everything simultaneously.
We stroke our egos, to sustain our self containers.
We hope endlessly across the universe, subdued.
Call me crazy but aren’t we all waiting for something… seeking truth?
My now is eternal, my this second, is forever.
Our reality is interchangeable, our truth is negotiable.

The path of life

we all seem to walk down the path of life
some moving faster
than some of us might
some make a wrong turn
as the rest takes the right
some speed to be first
as some take it slow
we will all make it their
all in good time
so lets take it slow and walk down this path and enjoy the happy path of life

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I am an owl

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I am an owl
in a silent, lonely world
and my face is affable
with flattened beak
and giant eyes
and tufts of feathers and fur…
they say that i am wise
behind my comic countenance
and indeed there is a setting
in my shoulders and my wings
that speaks of elegance and poise
and a strange dark mystery…
none can know my thoughts
for i fly only alone
and when i speak i talk to myself
and my voice is sad and low
speaking of all the tragedy
there is in the world…
Though at night i am strong
and i catch prey with ease
and terrify the shades themselves
and enjoy the brilliant moon
when i wake the crows plague me
they circle me and cry
accusing me of all the deaths
all the meals i’d taken
and i just cower there and cry
all my courage gone in the light 
of the sun where all can see me…
but always i endure
and wait patiently for night
when i can spread my wings again
and feel elation at the wind and think
“so this is what the poets speak of
so this is what the humans crave
this is the thing called inspiration
this joy, this dark cold night,
where i am ruler, where i am wise,
where i am comic, and when i cry,
and when i feel the most alive”
oh i would never change this fact
i’m proud to be an owl
i’d never be anything more or less
oh yes
i am an owl…