Pasta, my beloved

 

Pasta in my bowl

Fork in my hand

Heart full of memories

brings me joy.

A joy so unknown

Unknown leads me to the known 

I do know of love 

I do know of pain

Hate- becomes an unknown terrain.

Pasta in my bowl

Fork in my hand

Mind full of chaos

Reminds me of the mess

The mess I created.

I remember and remember

The blunders I created

And the ones I stepped in.

What an utter mess!

Pasta in my bowl

Fork in my hand 

Only with a desire to eat

Mind shut, heart sunk

A delicious feast!

Asmita

January'26