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the collected cream of emotions was sitting
putting them in the pot i started churning
i saw them twirling with my suppressed feelings
doing the jig to make them raise
i was unable to control any of them
as the speed increased more came out
i could name few but unnamed were more
the moment i realized that the control was is in my hand
it was nirvana all the way
I slowed down and stopped completely
with angelic smile there stood the butter of love
ready to be consumed...
Ah, the emotions that go into churning, mixing, cooking... Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteGreat metaphor here for the emotions...thick and rich!
ReplyDeleteVery subliminal... It is indeed in your hands!
ReplyDeletep.s. I love fresh butter or loni as we call it in Maharashtra :)
~Prajakta
Metaphorically speaking, you are bang on; very sweet ride, both emotions & taste buds satiated. A terrific take on the prompt; thanks.
ReplyDeleteoh nice.. the butter of love... yeah... that's a good way to deal with emotions...smiles
ReplyDeletevery nice - reminded me of watching an angry person cook - the emotion attacks the food!
ReplyDeleteButter of love.. and that process in making it too.. works so well
ReplyDeleteGroovy piece!
ReplyDeleteCool use of metaphor, Arathi!
ReplyDeleteThe butter of love - smiles, I love that. Well done, a cool poem.
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