scented tentacles of alluring spices,
do they make your mouth water?
I have built a fence with bricks,
now I hide in that tastefully decorated
tasteless kitchen so that I won't cheat.
nothing is left for me-
everything tastes like gravel-
I seem to wallow in trash.
I precisely measure out portions-
that balance that you gifted to me
occupies a place of pride.
my cooking is an amalgam-
created in a vacant space,
with no spark in sight.
"no one notices the efforts of my dieting
yet when I die, I will weigh much less"
Afterthought@10/21/13: This poem is NOT about me. I am definitely not into dieting. I believe in keeping healthy by proper nutrition and exercising. I am posting couple of pictures of myself....