Tag Archives: Life

#8 Poetry Every Spring I Fall In Love With You

Every Spring I Fall in Love With You,
The Memories of Bliss Come Back.
I Never get the Courage to tell you,
The Feelings turn White and Black.
I don’t have enough colours for you,
To Colour your Body with,
Just some Long Lost Words to tell You….
Enough to Fill your Heart to the Limits….
-by Soumya Bunk

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Words they are So Powerful.. Ask a Leader..Ask an Orator..Ask a Teacher..Ask a Broken Heart..
Words when you Repress them Inside you..they Eat you up..Use them Unwisely and Frivolously..They Destroy You..
Just let them..be the gentle waves of Fascinating Creations..like a Crook in a Serene and Deep Forest.. Ready to be turbulent like a Raging River when Required..
World Poetry Day..and just a few lines.

Cooking in my Kitchen #18 Jumbo King Prawns in Coconut-Cashew Milk with Light Sauce of Sautéed Onions and Indian Spices

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When you have a fresh catch of Jumbo King prawns like this you cannot stop the cook inside you to get out and just adore these lovely big creatures.. I love Jumbo Prawns and the cook inside me cannot deny.

Today’s Dish would be Jumbo King Prawns in Coconut Milk with Light Sauce of Sautéed Onions and Indian Spices.

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This Recipe is very simple and easy to cook and very healthy as it is not very spicy and really mild. Firstly the Jumbo King Prawns are cleaned and boiled in  fresh Sea water and Butter. We should be very careful not to over cook prawns as they become very bland and rubbery when over cooked. Add some minimal spices to add some flavours to the Prawns.

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In a Frying Pan chopped onions are Sautéed and the Indian Spice (Secret ) Paste is added and the beautiful base curry is prepared.

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Now the Jumbo Prawns are carefully placed on this Base Curry and one cup of the stock of sea water is added and the frying pan is covered and the Prawns are lightly cooked.Then the creamy milk of cashew and coconut is added and the Prawns are further steamed and served Hot. It goes best with Steamed Basmati Rice with a dollop of Butter. Enjoy this very Light and Healthy dish with friends and family.. they are sure to ask for a second helping.

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Eat Healthy, Eat More and Live Long and Enjoy the Mysteries of Life.

 

 

#7 Poetry : Petrichor Flowers

The tears Rained down my cheeks,

And the hard Ground came closer

As I fell down on the earth.

The Everlasting support seemed forever gone

The feelings all like Thunderous clouds,

The Warmth of Love, lost from Heart’s hearth.

 

The pair of Feet that walked away,

Away from me,never to come back again,

The footprints lost in the Pages of Time,

Left behind a shattered Heart

A Timeless sense of  eternal Sorrow

And the Fear, that you will never be mine.

 

The Winter froze the Ailing Heart,

As I locked away those Butterflies

In the Prison, bereft of Love.

The touch of Ice deadened the Heart.

The Feelings all ceased to exist.

The Fruits Bittersweet frozen in my Memory’s Grove.

 

Spring came with the Bountiful Promises,

Happiness and Joy all around

The Flowers of Passion bloomed blissfully,

But I crushed them down

And bit down upon my Bloody Teary Lips,

Putting away the Lonely Memories of Love, Carefully.

 

The Summer of Scorching Truth,

Burned the thawy Heart Raw.

With it’s Raging Fire it Danced away

Embers of Passion turned to Dust.

Now the Heart was Empty

Memories turned oblivious in the Tempest sway.

 

The Raindrops of the Euphoric rain,

Fell on the Scorched Heart

And sowed seeds of New Hopes.

Petrichor Flowers bloomed Again

And set free the Butterflies….The feelings

Danced to the Rhythm of Raindrops.

 

The tears came Again

They fell upon the Rivulets of the Earth

With New Dreams and Happiness

The Ground seemed Welcoming, Soft…

And embraced me with Blossomed Flowers.

The Innocent Heart Laughed…Devoid of Sadness..

 

-By Soumya Bunk

 

There comes a time in Life when we lose hope , someone or something and the heart forgets to laugh..to enjoy..to live, at this time there comes a realization and situation..which finally teaches us to laugh again and to live again..Hope is what drives us forward..and there is always a silver lining waiting..we have to be patient for the right Time and Situation..and the Right Person.

 

 

Cooking in my Kitchen #11 The Custard Ecstasy

Mornings! Ain’t always about the usual Cereal Breakfast or The Bread Butter Jelly with Omelette and Orange Juice.. At times if you have a sweet tooth and want to treat yourself to a savoury little preparation..here you go with the Custard Ecstasy..

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Sweet and Simple and Healthy..

With a simple Vanilla Custard.. topped with Sweet Caramel and freshly chopped Fruits of your choice..

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The vanilla custard with the crunchy bitter-sweet caramel topping (only bitter-sweet when you slightly burn the caramel..not too much..very slightly burnt) , and the fresh fruits not only is a delicacy for the taste buds but a really healthy way to start the day..

So kick start your day with something special..and enjoy a #Custard Ecstasy

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A Walk Through My Dreams

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The transition journey of the picture.. as requested…

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This Picture is dedicated to a very special person in my Life….with whom moments spent feel like elixir drops from an enchanted spring…and in a very short time..the bond feels as if forged in some ancient tapestry of Destiny..

All the elements are very dynamic and inter-related and very much related to the special person.. And I thank him for inspiring me to pick up my brushes and play with colours to conceive this creation..

Thanks for being an elder brother to me..

The Picture is Mixed media:- Pen and Ink,Water-colour and Pastel Shades.

#5 Poetry : As Death left My Side…

Beside the Sick bed I sat ..

All Serene and calm..

With my head bowed low..

Holding my dew cold palm..

My heart was frantic

Anticipating the future,inevitable ..

Judging every moment before mortality

That was available..

I looked at my reflection

In my Mother’s face

Pale and ashen,listless

Without a hope’s trace

She sat in front of me

Her Far away eyes..

Speaking tales of a million sadness

Of a happiness devoid sunrise..

I remember the summers..

I spent with my Grandfather

I remember a Spirited Old man

Chasing wishes and dreams rather..

Than sitting idle or at ease

Or resting for a moment..

Teaching me the ways of life

Disciplining my youthful torment.

Those loving and caressing smiles

Those bright Sunny afternoons..

Under the cool shades..

Tales Of life that won’t end soon..

That cheerful trinkling laughter

And the sublime eyes twinkling

Memories so beautiful of a lifetime

Gently my heart was breaking…

Yet I stayed strong..As i reined in

The surging flood of misery..

Wrecking my insides

As he laid deathly still and sickly..

Words dissipated in the air

Between me and my mother

We did not voice our fears

As we sat unmoving together..

The slow strained breathing..

And the distorted rhythms of impending death

Wavered our blissful Hopes..

Of life and It’s Faith..

Time slowed down its pace

As if getting ready for

The impending Cascade of torments

Ravaging the peaceful shore..

A cold shiver ran down my spine

As I felt the presence

Of the dreadful Entity

Death of Severance..

I could see him smile

And stand beside be politely

And feel his assuring hands

Placed on my Shoulder ..gently

A pang of sadness

Pierced through me

His consoling smile

Confirmed the inevitability

My questioning eyes

Looked at him with cold

Tears of Agony….

I asked him.. “Behold..

Death..The sorrows you cause”

His smiling lips parted

But there was no answer

Only his eyes sparkled

Anger born of agony

Ripped out of me

But he stood still

And stared on calmly

I twisted and writhed

Writhed in Untold pain

But Death stood still

My pain was in vain

Realizing my futile attempts

For Death stood still…

I went Numb

As coldness seemed to fill

I looked at my Grandfather

He seemed to be sleeping

But the warmth was lost forever

Devoid of silent breathing

I looked at my mother

Her bloodless tormented visage

Confirmed my fear of that day

Death got up on his carriage..

I ran after him as fast as I could

Telling him to stop

Screaming my lungs out

But he did not stop…

I ran and ran…

But he never ceased..

To whip his horses..

But time started to freeze…

Death looked back..

His handsome gentle face

Shattered my hopes

As he slowed his pace..

He came down from his carriage

And wiped away my tears

His cold gentle touch

Burned down my fears..

But tears kept overflowing

In a silent parade

I rested my face on his Chest

As he caressed

He made me look all around me

The blazing thousand Summer afternoons

With me and my grandfather

The memories bursting out of cocoons.

Our smiling faces all etched

With happiness of bliss carefree

Of golden sunny moments

Never again to be true

Death got up on his carriage

As I bid Him silent tears of adieu

Leaving behind a precious Gift of Memories

Which I couldn’t see before you..

-By Soumya Bunk

#3 Poetry : WHEN I LOOKED AT THE MOON

I looked at the moon
On a lonely shore
The bright White Rays
With hope evermore..
Shone on my face..
And glittered on the sea..
Soothed me with happiness..
I could never foresee..

I looked at the moon
Lost in the forest..
Through the thick canopy..
It shone on a lonely nest..
Filled it with radiance..
Of a time long-lost..
I curled up on the thicket
Without counting cost..

I looked at the moon
Atop a sand dune..
A clear bright Picturesque..
Of an ancient Starry rune…
A path to the Oasis
It showed me..
When I was lost in mirages.
It rescued me..

I looked at the moon
On the deserted Pathway..
Soothing my insecurity…
Preventing my Astray..
As the darkness crawled in
It held my hand
Dispensing my Gloom..
In an Unfriendly land..

I looked at the moon
When the bittersweet tears..
Rolled down my cheeks..
Bringing all my fears..
The moon seemed real
And calmed my storm..
A serene and silent
An ethereal form..

I looked at the moon
On my bed..as i lay
Illuminating the book pages
With its White-gold ray
Unfolding stories
Of a Righteous fight ..
Of prince and princesses..
And giving me flight..

To the moon I flew
In my dreams of desire..
A land so surreal..
I went higher .. and higher…
I looked down on the earth..
Lush green and blue lagoon ..
Again I descended to Illusive reality..
Forgetting the Moon..

I never looked at the moon
The tangle of life..Caught me in its swing..
Strangled my freedom..
And nailed my bright wings…
The moon was still shining bright..
Still a dazzling constant..
My evanescent life..
Faded into Insignificant…

—-by Soumya Bunk

We often forget the little constants in our life.. and become too busy with the meddling affairs of life.. We all need a constant on which we can rely..and something that helps us to focus in life and make it easier..