Thursday, January 26, 2012

Hyderabadi Chicken Biriyani

Okay! this might not be poetry, cooking interests me a lot and probably, this explains my passion for organic synthesis. I have cooked Hyderabadi chicken biriyani for last one year and the recipe was given to me by my good friend Lateef. Here it is:

1. 1 Kg Chicken cut in cubes (if you use drumstick, make small cuts on the muscle and add meat tenderizer)
2. Cut onion straight and long and fry it in oil until color becomes golden. Add the fried onion on top of cut chicken
3. Add Banne nawab hyderabadi biriyani masala to (2)
4. Add 4 table spoon yogurt just enough to make layer on chicken to (2)
5. Add one lemon juice to (2)
6. Add 2 green chili cut long, add cilantro leaves (2)
7. Add oil (6-10 table spoon, more oil tastes better and chicken will not stick to the utensil) to (2)
8. Mix everything thoroughly with chicken and marinade for one hour in refridgerator (4 degree C) in a 5 L pressure cooker
9. Soak basmati rice (6cups) soak in water for 1.5 to 2 hours
10. Take a container and boil water with 1.5 table spoon salt when boiled, add soaked rice into boiled water for half to 70% cooked, (important: must be less than 8 min or ~70% done)
11. Filter the rice immediately making sure that there is no water at all
12. Take chicken out of refridgerator and add ~20 mint leaves (pudina leaves) on top of mirinaded chicken
12. Add rice on top of marinaded chicken and level it off
13. Mix color with milk on top of rice
14. Cap the top of pressure cooker with aluminum foil followed by a heavy tray on top of foil making sure that no vapor escapes from pressure cooker
15. heat the pressure cooker 15-20 min medium, 30 min slow heat
16. Check if chicken is done by using a long fork
17. Mix everything together making sure that rice don’t get broken

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Forever and a day

Our promises are still louder than anger!
when we sat side by side and looked into the eyes.
My sweet lass grew up on my laps,
Laps of imagination…………
We said ‘ye, we are man and wife.’
Luscious passion ran through us
for forever and a day!

A heart-filled pendant and its rosy shine
caressed till the brim of tenderness,
was safe in my stealthy love.
I would stand behind that snowy neck
and surprises followed……her pink blushes!
Hugged with pristine amusement,
for forever and a day!

She sang for me on a happy note,
exclaiming a delighted cry; such is my sweetheart!
Tears followed several times.
Standing bright by "those" moments;
we came back again and again
Ah! wonderfully blessed embraces!
She insists again…..but, cant stop loving
for forever and a day!

Faded love and weary energy
knocked on our vitality………we faded…..and
natural it was, still she is conquering
and will always…….nothing has lost
as started to dream again those golden locks
kissing over my face
for forever and a day!

Pain is eloquent and elegant.
I love, now each and every moment
as she starts to dictate my vintage heart.
I do see her surprise beauties everywhere!
What a moment when she will be
overwhelmed and run to where she belonged
for forever and a day!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

To Oblivion

If this pain were a dream
and you would be a surprise of dawn!
Momentary lapse of memory that I urge thee
wish you brought some lethe.
A curse of half a year and fragility
we depart though my soul is in blissful array.
Sweet memories are woeful dreams
you seem to forget, choose harsh means.
Lingering pictures on sad eyes
and you are part of each canvas, what a malevolence!
My heart shrinks to the lips of melancholy
famine and gloom befall on an almost corpse.
I wish screams were just dream-ache
and you would be a morning kiss!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

One Last Wish

If death prevails,
Who bewails?
You neither hear nor feel.
What a woe to appeal!
Nothingness, life continues
and despair remains.
Will this the end of you and me,
in a tranquilled and resolved folly?
Hardly you would ever get over
my care and tenderness.

Drop, drop; nectar of present and past
you brought both, malady and paradise, vast!
Ever willed zealous, now and after-life,
a solitary rose, love in rife.
Shower, shower; flower and good smell.
Coffin of expectations, there I dwell.
You will never know, never will you sorrow,
but, I have one last wish that you owe.
An adieu and a last flower,
promise, a yellow rose laughter!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Through Prism

Wonderful agility of a foreign bird brings back nostalgia of romances.
She is hopping like a sparrow when it is drizzling outside.
Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red
invite me to the fast fading sky.

Pitter-Patter on slanting roofs makes a tide; there heart blossoms;
I make some paper boats and see them drift away!
A moment buzzing with her lithe innocence.
Warmth of her presence and joy
makes me wonder if it is too fragile!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

You Are

You have round lips of either Heather or Emily;
And deep eyes of either Liz or Jenny,
Maybe you have a foreign name;
Lolita, Chen Li, Shabnam, Iwona?
I see you everywhere;
In the food court, in Hale library,
In the football stadium, in exam halls.
You come in colors multitude, but purple rules.

Those sounds you make round and round;
“I know,” "whatever,” “I was like….,”
As if you are an actress, is it just me?
You work hard every day
and wait for weekend crimson.

I see you again on Saturday night,
In Aggieville or in a house party;
among boisterous youth and agility
when your virginity cries aloud for liberty
behind the veil of alcohol.
Did you see the ad on every Collegian stand?
It’s about HPV, remember?
You wake up late on Sunday
and dash to Chipotle for brunch.
Or you dress up for the church
Or for a trip to the lake.
No? Unrestrained lust of yours, but less love!
I wish you had wings to drive your vitality.
I wish you were real without that make-up.

The other day at Radina’s,
You looked into my eyes
And I dived in its enamored depth.
I overheard your murmur,
“That romantic stupid,”
Yeah, that’s me!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

A Lucid Dream

I watched us through an ancient window.
It was a half-moon.
Two years ago and now;
still vivid, still potent!
Fragments of figments
reignited your fire in me,
scripted in subconscious,
albeit, made sense.
I was bewitched by your delicate length.
There was some guilt in both.
You thought we moved on, did we?
Under a shower of shine,
your sound and smell melted in me.
Our lips unrevealed and
warmth of your bosoms permeated through.
You elaborated your every detail on me
at the rim of Baltic sea.
There were layers of lovely mist at start,
then, started to disappear.

Morning sun brings the glorious dopa-shower to a halt.
While still dripping through, I miss your every element.
While morning steroid surges, I love you more than ever.
I will chase every fossil of our love rest of the day,
in fleeting thoughts, in frozen images.
O memory, what a conspiracy you planned to inflict a dream!
You excavated fossils of lost love in a vain canyon.
I wish I died while dreaming and woke up by the thirst of Baltic sea.