Swished around in
the scorching pan
flamed by your love
my love
by the spatula of your commands
poked again and again by your demands
here I stand
tried to my bones
totally fried to my bones
ready to be peppered
sauced
and devoured whole.
Consume me away if you so wish,
with this hot cup of coffee, I made for you.
But for God’s sake break thy silence.
Speak up.
I want to help.
Tell me what the hell did I do this time – or did not.
Sundaram Chauhan
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May I first say I MISSED you Sandy?
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Now that it’s done…how in the world did you know? I mean this is the story of me and my partner’s entire January!!!
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Anyway, truth aside this is fabulous! Hits right where it should’ve! And it’s also like an onion…there’s so much more to ponder about when each layer is peeled. And yes, tears can’t be avoided!
Did I say I missed you? I did? Okay then…
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Oh I missed you too girl. I have been trying to steal back my Sunday mornings that I’ve lost to life. (Managed it today 😀)
And thanks so much your words.
You and Mr Partner, too. Haha. That’s a universal phenomenon, right? Well, I don’t lose such opportunities to create something. Real emotions are always handy. 😀
January has a month of reading for me. And thanks for suggesting 7 years in Tibet. I’m almost through with that. And could there be a better book for me? I just loved everything about it. Planning to read more about it all, and watch the movie too.
Did I say thank you? I did. 😀🙏😀
Have a great Sunday, my friend..🤜🍀🍀
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You have got mail waiting in your inbox buddy!
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Had to come back to this. I am by nature a person who hides behind my cloak of 🤐. I had to work really hard to change myself to get out of my head and put my feelings out in the open in the best possible way I could. It is WORK. I still catch myself doing it to Judah but I try not to take refuge in silence. It’s kinda vengeful I think.🤔 And we lose so much time waiting for the other person to understand our silence. When understand words is becoming increasingly difficult in our relationships, how do we so naively expect and pretend our silences will be somehow understood!
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Right you are. Silence is the most difficult language to master as far as deciphering it is concerned. Using it as a weapon is easy, I guess. I have tried that too, but then I lose my patience and speak it all out. Only to worsen the situation. ;)) I am for words. Speak to me, come on, and you shall have the response. Even an apology. But silence. Oh. That kills. Nags.
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There is so much going on in both their worlds I am sure – sometimes the silence is valid and sometimes a mean tool. The intention of wanting to help makes this endearing, makes me hope the barrier breaks and conversation flows. So well composed!
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Silence is valid. Yes. Absolutely. For we all need space, sometimes, to be with ourselves. But the moment one allows the other to silently contemplate things, there is a problem. It seems silence is appealing as long as there are attempts to break it from the other side, else it looses all its charm. Always appreciate your mature views. Thanks so much for visiting…🙏🍀🙏
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This is so perfect what you explain and beautiful too. Relations are such a fine skill. I enjoyed giving this a thought, you are very welcome.
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Well…its finger licking good tasty
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Thanks so much… appreciate the feedback. 🙏🤜🤛🙏
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Silent treatment is, never easy, to handle, but it works, wonders, in, getting an unwanted behavior, to become, extinct that’s for sure…
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I don’t know….it works to destabilize the peace of mind of the intended target, that’s for sure. 😀 And I guess somebody else’s peace of mind is always an unwanted behaviour of sorts. 😁
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So good to have you back…. wonderful words….and I must say silent treatment is sometimes more effective than screaming your lungs out…from experience 🤭😜
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I’m sure you’d know that well. 😀 And I confirm its effectiveness from the receiving end. One never really gets used to this ultimate weapon, no matter how many times it is used. Thanks, and, great to see you too…🤜🤛🙏🍀
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Wonderful to be reading you again Sundaram…and your frying metaphor for being manipulated like food by silence is right on the mark.. Silence is so powerful (and so mean in my book) and it will push and prod you this way and that, until you lose all sense of self.. the domination of oneself by someone using silence, means their own fears and doubts start to wreak havoc and take them over…”could it be this?” Oh no, was it because I said that? or I didn’t say that?” just exactly as you describe..Love this and hoping this is not a page from right ow in yoru life..but even if it is,you got a great poem out of it!!! that I am sure will touch many people..right in the frying pan hehe:):) ❤️🤗🌺🌟🌸🌸
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Hi Karima… 👋 You’re right. It stirs a great whirlwind in the mind. It’s a torture. Of lowest grade. An open channel of communication is what I respect more. Anyways, I’m not complaining. Like you mentioned, I got something out if it. 😀
Thanks for beautifying my comment section, my friend. 🍀🍀🙏
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You managed to combine two of my favorite things—food and poetry—into one lucid and gorgeous piece of of literature. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Schingle for this amazing comment. 🙏🙏 Glad to see you here. 🤘🙏🤘
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Always love your posts… ah, yes, this would be very frustrating. Well expressed, and a lot of kind feeling. xoxo
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Thanks Lia… :))… glad you like it…
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Loved how you mixed up the whole emotion and feelings with cooking and presented us a beautiful poem. I loved the last line. I can see the Innocence and helplessness in this post. I am sure its something bad. Silent treatment is a lethal weapon and used only when its a war 😂
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Ha ha… yeah… War. :)) But you see I am an opportunist when it comes to writing. I stole something even from this, so that I feel I’m not totally defeated. Though I know I am. :))
Thanks girl. Always appreciate your comments. Take care.
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Haha.. I am glad you took this as an opportunity and given us such a wonderful post to read. And yield now.. you are totally defeated 😂
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Haha. Yes. Okay. 👍🤘🤐
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Reblogged this on Love and Love Alone.
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I can feel the air as the spatula flicks past and hear the loan frying the soon to be ready food.
Thank you for another punchy poem!
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Thanks Hamish. Happy you enjoyed it. 😀
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I love the way you express yourself.❤
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Hey. Thanks Loku. Appreciate your time. :))
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
YOU HAVE TO COMMUNICATE THERE WOMAN!
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Thanks so much for the support…:))
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YOU ARE WELCOME!
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When one knows how to write, they can perhaps write about anything. You have the gift!
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Thanks my friend. I try. Feels great when writers like you resonate with my words. :))
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Ah, trying to break the silent treatment. Tough cookie.
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Yeah. A tough cookie indeed. 🙂
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OMG! This should be the first chapter of any relationship guide self help masterpiece 😀 my word, even a stone will melt with persuasion like this, not to talk off a loving heart. That coffee hopefully was not a black coffee useful in driving away hangovers? Cappuccino works quite well with a double chocolate muffin in my experience.
You are amazing!
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Hahaha food helps. 😀
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