Welcome all!Punjabi Tea and Chocolate Cake is where I share extracts of my life with you in their range and colour, primarily through writing, but also through music, photographs and videos.My work comprises a variety of expressions, to mirror the shades of life and diverse means for communicating the experience of living: here, you will… Continue reading Updated About/Hello From Me
I love the term 'veteran tree', It carries in it such gravity.
(I) It wasn't until I saw a cluster of these, Flowers vivid and vicious That I understood the physiology behind the name 'Narcissus'. Beloved Daffodil, Sultan of Spring, You, as a reverent beauty, I've always known; Yet, seeing your being overrunning in place, Your true nature, to me, has shown. Like ebullient fanfare in parade… Continue reading Narcissus.
I truly cannot comprehend why some choose to eat meat When the stench of my own rotting blood Month on Month Makes me wretch, All of my scent receptors retreating from my head. And this is the blood of the living Blood that gives life, Not the decay of maggotous, Pestilent flesh of an animal… Continue reading Feral Drench
I heard your name When I came In October 2017, Resounding like an industrial mystery Through livid Dublin sky. There is something about you, a sensation like The Jewellery Quarter on a quiet day And the narrow side-ways of Wolverhampton town centre, peeking passages lined with rusty brickwork, With a hint of Bedford Falls. When… Continue reading Rathmines, I.
To sweeten the air with patchouli whilst snow falls, soporific, outside. Once more, To ingratiate the land with flutterous soma And soft, somnolent lips kissing grace onto the ground.
(Rinse) Selfless, gracious living organ My skin That I have scoured, rinsed and dried to within an inch of its life. This is not only a past reminiscence But a present admission, A recitation of mental condition. The skin I wear Demonstrative of turmoil I bear My injurious emotions scraped in like cavern carvings. Shards… Continue reading Skin Thing.