Collage Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

the pressure cooker
hisses...once...twice
...thrice...and i can smell
the spicy meatballs inside


my taste buds open
like petals of a flower

kittens play below my feet
one...two...three...
i can feel warmth on my feet
their sane purrings

they'll grow up into ladies and gents

as flowers open fully

my kid son stares amazed
a crack between his ruddy lips


i can smell the world, spicy...
saliva flows...
i love this world for my glands
still secrete


i'm in love with kittens
spicy meat, my kid son


silence unveils
deep happiness