The colors on her plate
Augments her appetite
Dark brown roasted chicken,
red seeded circles of tomatoes
Off white slices of baked potatoes,
Yellowish green strips of devil chilly
Saffron infused rice of ĺnutty flavors
White soft idlis steamed in a foil
Not heapful of each
she is not a lady
with giant appetite
small morsel
just that fit
between three finger tips
she is alert
she is on diet
reads hundred books
on yoga, meditations, health
to stay skeleton slim
like Sahara desert child
but she does love the taste of life
as colorful as peacock quill
The pink rosy happiness
Dark red passions of lust,
purple shining bright smiles
green chit chat gossip of times
The grey tones of loneliness are buried under piles
Out of sight
In dark corners of her mind
They do resurface
sometimes
When blue feelings strikes
But then
that is rare
and when it does
like a monkey she hops
grabbing pastries, cakes
sweets
voraciously eating
hungry all the time
even during dark hours
at night
till she collapses on sofa
like oversize stuffed heavy tribe
