Fugu Death [Free Verse]

What a moment!
   When you realize 
     that your lips had been more numb
     than from Szechwan peppercorns,
   and that numbness
     has slid into paralysis.

You are dying:
   death by Fugu --
     poison blowfish.

Your heart will stop.
   You will keel over,
     falling from your stool
     at the sushi counter.

A booth-dweller, 
   seeing you bounce off 
     an adjacent patron,
     wonders why you don't 
     bring your arms up to catch yourself,
     but - of course - they're dangling 
   uselessly,
     and so you land face first.

The booth-dweller cringes.
     
There's nothing to be done for you.

You had the nerve
   to try the Fugu!

But, while Fugu life is exhilarating;
   Fugu death is inglorious.

PROMPT: Food Specialty

Daily writing prompt
What food would you say is your specialty?

I’d say Thai curry. I used to make a mean Pad Thai, but it’s been a long time since I’ve cooked that.

PROMPT: Comfort Foods

What’s your go-to comfort food?

Completely depends on where I am at the moment. Here, in South India, it’s a paper masala dosa.

But [for example] in Budapest it’s túrós csusza, in Bangkok it’s pad thai, in Bombay it’s vada pav, and in Vajrayana Buddhist areas it’s momo.

PROMPT: Delicious

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

I couldn’t possibly say, I’ve had so many great foods from all over the world, and my palate is not so refined as to tell great from “the best in the world.” (And I kind of doubt anyone else’s is either.) That said NIC’s “Madagascar Chocolate” ice cream is far-and-away the best chocolate ice cream I’ve ever had, and I would further say possibly the best ice cream and one of the best desserts I’ve ever had.

PROMPT: Chocolate

Daily writing prompt
Describe your dream chocolate bar.

Tastes like chocolate, but with the caloric density of broccoli.

[And because someone might insist on trying to make such a monstrosity in reality, I must add a third criterion: should NOT result in me shitting my pants. (There are no free rides in life.)]

Ramzan Mela [Free Verse]

A fire flares
   up Mosque Road.

Orange flames burn brightly 
    beyond the ovals lit by 
    feeble streetlamps.

Some fat 's hit the fire,
    and the smoke 's
    rising high.

The throngs have arrived --
    hungry & huddled,
    with tiny plates of 
    jiggly cubed meat.

The pious --
    angry stomachs, 
    vibrating to sundown

&

Impious Instagrammers
    (or, at least, substantially less pious,)
    having their eighth tiny meal
    of the day
    (some spit into a bucket, Hollywood-style.)

All gathered to break bread --
    except there is no bread
    (save the occasional roomali roti) 

So, instead, they bite basa or mutton 
    or chicken or camel or prawns --

all smoky

all devoured. 

Transcendent Mango [Haiku]

the season is here,
 and everyone seeks the
  transcendent mango.

DAILY PHOTO: Onion Fields