Poem: Roses in the Desert ( Dubai Diaries: 8)
Every trip has its highs and lows. The February trip to Dubai is fascinating. The air is chill, but we can feel that the summer is just around the corner. I wrote two poems. But, believe me, there is more to come.
Poem: Roses in the Desert
A zombie I am
Walking many a mile
My grey cells work
All without a smile
I don’t see the flowers
Or the rainbow and showers
I am in that space
Time trickles like water
Remember this is a desert
The action and adrenaline
And the Teslas and Limousines
A life of dreams in numbers
But my numb mind turns number
People in suits smile
That smile doesn’t suit me
That’s how every meeting starts
Where there is no emotion and art
I want to feel human
And be with my woman
I must feel the pinch of the thorn
And a bit of blood that flows as ink
For I want to smell the roses again
In this desert of dreams.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
The good part is a new colleague of mine has acquired a taste for good food while on travel. I ended up eating dinner on a Friday in Arabian Tea House, off Al Seef Creek. Here is a little poem about the little couple I met on the table.
Poem: The Arabian Tea House ( Salt and Pepper)
Taste, my friends can be acquired
Try the crunchy and crispy falafel
soaked in chickpeas sauce
No wonder -
Humans here love humus
And a throat-warming
special Arabian tea
of course-
Heritage screams unabashed here
On the table stand
the cute little couple
The salty little man
with his hot pepper wife
Adding taste to their tongues
A culinary delight with
a peaceful palate
right here in the
Arabian Tea House~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
More, of course, are on the way.
~Ashok Subramanian
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