Street Grease

Flip, chop, turn, sizzle.
the aroma wafts with the spicy drizzle,
of perfect gentle rain upon my face,
as a street master prepares to ensnare my taste.

The food tastes so damn good,
it flavors on just as it should,
sure sounds unhealthy, let it be -
street grease at its best, for all to see.

Bite after juicy bite, tastes just like grunge,
to me and to people who seek to expunge,
any insensitivity, anything mundane,
on the rain licked streets, and to be profane.

This is street grease. Its rude. Its more than just food.
Be a citizen, but be of the grease. Please, trust me, please.
Its fun to be alive there, without them hassles, without a care.
Don't point up your nose, to strike a pose.

This is street grease. Its rude, but definitely more than just food.

For Sneha And Samit

Samit, I've always been Sneha's first true love, sorry man. :).

There have been such times when I've lost my heart.
But you've found it back for me, every, single time.
And thrust me back into the world, saying,
go lose yourself again.

There have such times when I've shed tears.
But you've collected them, drop by drop,
and why you claimed them precious, I never did see,
But ever did you think of holding a soft hand to my wet cheek.

There have been such times when we’ve - gone nuts laughing,
At such silly little things,
Laughing till we sobbed, peal after peal.
and reveling in how the next euphoria feels.

What you give to me has not a name, it is a new emotion in itself,
so I've always been clueless about how to thank you -
merely contenting myself by shouting at you, losing my heart, shooting a laugh, shedding a tear,
just to see if you were near.

You'll be near Sneha, I'll keep you so.

Samit my man, you've always been joined to us,
just covered thus far by a beautiful drape,
and I could never have asked for more,
as I see this beautiful bond take shape.

How I love you both? Its tough to say,
just know that you'll have me tag all along,
and be a disruptive uncle,
as you go about your married way.