Holiday

On a holiday,
We eat together and we want the food to be good.
On a holiday,
We stare at neighbors and wish them a little less happiness
For, only we know how to celebrate, how to cook.


I have cooked a meal of potatoes
for my sons, daughters, their spouses and mates
I have spent hours on this
cooking and smelling the only dish I have prepared


We will be together, this holiday
and pray for a better fortune for the next
The very grand, we look at you, to shower on us
a new batch of healthy potatoes for the next
holiday.

Shringi
10 June 2012
Painting of 'The Potato Eaters' by Van Gogh

Peeled and Painted

I am here, to have my reality peeled
To look at my lover, dead
To
listen to his voice in the songs of the earth.

I am here, to paint my body in vibrant colors and look at the world as an enemy.

I am here, to find the rush known only by the wind

I wish I were a woman,
pouring thoughts in caves. Watching them fly from there into the reflecting sky.
I wish, to scratch the world, irritate it and fill into it's wounds, agony.

I am here, to shout, with the paint on my skin.

Shringi
9/6/2012
Painting of a hand by Picasso