Tomato Koshimbir Epulaeryu Poem

The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food. This is a new poetic form, however I have modified it to make it easy in structure.



Ripe tomatoes cleaned and diced

Chopped onions with chili powder spiced

Coarse ground peanuts are sprinkled in haste

Chopped cilantro for that fresh salad taste

Salt and sugar just a hint

Maybe even leaves of green mint

Enjoy the divine crunchy Koshimbir.


[Koshimbir is Salad in Marathi an Indian language.]

© Vinay Phatak 2012. All rights reserved.

Frugal life - Pantoum

I believe in really simple living
Frugal sustainable and debt free
Financially secure with high thinking
The happiness on our faces you can see

Frugal sustainable and debt free
Our needs are provided, wants are shrinking
The happiness on our faces you can see
Living on budget with proper planning

Our needs are provided, wants are shrinking
Our small house is clean and clutter free
Living on a budget with proper planning
The vegetable garden, what a sight to see

Our small house is clean and clutter free
Economy and sustainability tops our budgeting
The vegetable garden, what a sight to see
It’s wonderful to do hands on gardening

Economy and sustainability tops our budgeting
Financially secure with high thinking
It’s wonderful to do hands on gardening
I believe in really simple living.

© Vinay Phatak 2012. All rights reserved.

Simple living - Pantoum

We lived our lives with simplicity
Everybody had quite a bit of tenacity
Each one calmly accepted their fate
There was no support from the city or state

Everybody had quite a bit of tenacity
Life path was simple with ample clarity
There was no support from the city or state
Hardworking folks hoped for a small estate

Life path was simple with ample clarity
Nobody liked to receive charity
Hardworking folks hoped for a small estate
Small loans, payments all up to date

Nobody liked to receive charity
Hoping for more rights, still doing their duty
Small loans, payments all up to date
Incomes grew at really slow rate

Hoping for more rights, still doing their duty
Villagers were moving to the city
Incomes grew at really slow rate
People hoped their poverty would abate

Villagers were moving to the city
Low wages still worked with alacrity
People hoped their poverty would abate
High moral values were ideas to propagate

Low wages still worked with alacrity
Rich and poor lived in same vicinity
High moral values were ideas to propagate
Rich and poor could easily congregate

Rich and poor lived in same vicinity
Honesty, integrity, hard work without self pity
Rich and poor could easily congregate
Hard work pushed us to prosperity

Honesty, integrity, hard work without self pity
Everybody had quite a bit of tenacity
Hard work pushed us to prosperity
We lived our lives with simplicity


© Vinay Phatak 2012. All rights reserved.

Preposition

About something she was talking

Above the din, I heard nothing

Across the road, I saw a dog running

After a fox who looks stunning


Against all odds, he jumped the wall

Along the road to the water fall

Amid this commotion she was now walking

Among the cars near the fencing


Around the corner something was happening

At the intersection, there was smoke billowing

Before I could get up and check out

Behind me, there was a shout


Below, in the grass and dirt

Beneath the table, I saw a black skirt

Beside, her was a man with brown shoes

Between them a little girl with red big toes


Beyond them I could not really see

By now, I am running free

Down I cannot stay for long

During that time she came along


Except, that she was trembling

For, the man next to her was bleeding

From, the stone in the dirt

In, the ribs it really hurt


Into, the commotion I ran like rabbit

Like, it is my old habit

Near, the scene there was a gathering

Of, onlookers some were now darting


Off, the road near the water fall

On, the side street with trees tall

Onto, the concrete wall

Out, in the sky a chopper comes in

Over, the intersection cameras zoom in


Past, the gridlock an officer runs in haste

Since, there is no time to waste

Through, the simmering tension

Throughout, the intersection


To, control the situation from abnormal

Toward, the new normal

Under, the plume of smoke black and bad

Underneath, the wreck is trapped a lad


Until, now must be dead

Up, in the wreckage a trapped head

Upon, which the debris is stacked

With, effort he is separated



Within, minutes he is rushed away

Without Grace of god, he may pass away.


© Vinay Phatak 2012. All rights reserved.