If Love Knocked On My Door...

 

If Love Knocked On My Door

 

I imagine love not as an abstract feeling but as a living presence. What would it say to me? It comes carrying appreciation and warmth, reminding us of the goodness inside us.

Here’s what I think Love would say to me:

 Hey you!

May I come in?

Open up, it’s me, love, the emotion you humans can’t stop talking about. I’m in your song, your books, your poetry, and your films.

I bring laughter, warmth, comfort, and hugs. I can see that you’re already spreading me around pretty generously. I’m so proud of you.

I see myself in the patience you have with your aged parents and the care you give to your spouse and children. Your empathy and compassion is born out of your love for mankind.

I’m so happy that you talk about me and encourage others to make room for me, given the amount of hate that exists in the world today.

I see you encounter difficult people, and it’s really hard for you to show even an atom of me towards them, but I can see that you make an effort, and I appreciate that.

So allow me to remain in your life and continue to share me in your words and actions. It’s through hearts like yours that I grow.

P.S. Your bhajiwala’s WhatsApp status reads: “Love you all.”

Lovingly yours,

Love.

 

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Where Spice Meets The Soul

The kitchen has always been more than a space to cook. It's a space where flavours and aromas stir up memories, love, and laughter. My poem is a tribute to this magical space that blends love with spice. 

"For your every dish is a poem," said my father to my mother.  

The kitchen is my domain.

Queen of all I survey—

Pots and pans,

Spoons and knives,

Jars of spices in proud array.

 

Turmeric, Chili, Cumin and Teel

Flavouring every dish at every meal.

Each a different, vibrant hue,

With hidden powers,

Meant to comfort and heal.

 

The sizzle of onions, the clatter of spoons

A pinch of salt, a dash of pepper—

A beautiful harmony

On a warm sunny afternoon.

 

Chop and blend.

Bake or fry -

There’s an ounce of love

In every pastry and pie.

 

It’s here where soups simmer

And pots bubble,

And spice meets the soul—

That the heart is happy and whole.

This post is part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

Image credit: Pixabay.