bean dip, you are so good
bean dip, I love you
bean dip, come closer
and bring the chips
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright August 30, 2005
(Special thanks to Nisha Bhakta Dugal, whose exquisite bean dip resulted in this ode.)
unwittingly my soul approached
the event horizon of her hate
it felt the gentle tides
the ceaseless tug
the swirling of other souls sucked in
but it did not listen
not to sour words said by others
not to the whimpering solar wind
not until the fateful moment had passed
not until tidal forces began to grate
did the realization sink in
deep and sharp
amongst the all encompassing dark
that it was far, far too late
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright November 26, 2005
the children
scream and jump and yell and scream
for the white steel chest,
the treasures that it brings:
patriotic rocketsicles,
sandwiches of the best kind,
unnaturally orange cones,
delightful mysteries
to a child’s mind
but now tires scream and lurch and scream
the cart jumps, like a deer,
turning and tumbling
the lid swings open
the dreams of youth scatter
popsicles of every profusion,
cold waffle cones,
shot into air
everything that rises must diverge
on arcs predictable and trite
ending on the sidewalk and the street
under the uncaring glare of the noon day sun
the worst form of blight
and the children
slowly recover
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright August 11, 2004
Victory is Mine
My happy heart crows
Flush with satisfactions
Only champions know
I strive to seem
Unfilled by self esteem
Humble and head bowed
I publicly thank the gods
And as people heap praise
Saying “oh he doesn’t gloat”
O’er all their heads
I sublimely float
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright August 17, 2008
