Pancakes

Original poetry

On my kitchen floor I stand still
A thought appears at a normal bandwidth
When I start mixing the fine flour with
Eggs, salt, beer & some oat milk
To make batter for the pancakes
While I tune-in to some old tracks

But I’m sure you can already sense that
It’s not about cooking golden brown pancakes
I’m simply shaking the manmade pain can
Without triggering the vapours escape my brain cells
It’s my way to ‘handle with care’ the fragile caged self
It’s to pencil the portrait of my shaded landscape

Pain & I know each other better than the pen-friends
We used to play hide & scream quite often back then
That led to fluctuating beat underneath the bare chest
There were times when we used to play the game of plain chess
The swift moves we framed on those black & white squared shapes
To win the battle through defence / attack in a split splash

Didn’t know I was battling against myself through those matches
The Pawn, Knight, Bishop, Rook, Queen & King were my own images
I realized it was never about winning, losing or those checkmates
The key was to keep myself in check with acceptance at a mindful pace
Coz I know, there will always be pain in one or the other way
But there will also be love in several forms in this Milky Way

By the way, I wasn’t cooking those pancakes for myself
I was flipping me to observe different dimensions in this heating process

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16 thoughts on “Pancakes”

  3. Oh Navin, when you set out to make pancakes…we know it’s about more than making breakfast…you let yourself just get lost in the process, using amazing metaphors, turns of phrase
    “I’m simply shaking the manmade pain can”
    yeah…we feel you doing that…getting into those shaded truths
    I absolutely love this line:
    “It’s to pencil the portrait of my shaded landscape”
    Only you come up with these perfect, metaphors, penciling in your darker sides that hide as background, but nothing goes unnoticed by you..
    At the end, after a very conscious chess game where you played yourself, you tell us:
    “The key was to keep myself in check with acceptance at a mindful pace
    Coz I know, there will always be pain in one or the other way
    But there will also be love in several forms in this Milky Way”
    Yes my dear friend, pain will come come but so will love/. You had it all so much better than I could..I just LOVE reading your words..unique truthful and so rawly you from the inside out to the outside in.. Bravo for this one…my friend 🎉

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    1. I simply LOVE the way you’ve described my poem…you’ve made it extra beautiful…I’m not just delighted but also honoured by your wonderful feedback…thank you very much, Karima✨💟💫

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  8. Dearest Navin, I, too, have missed out on a lot, and please don’t worry about responding. I just wanted you to know that I understand the need to take time. This is a gorgeous piece, and I love the way you use the chess game as a metaphor and also how the pancakes are a process and all about the process. Karima sums it up so beautifully, she is someone who describes something so beautifully. She will read work more than once to try and fully understand. It takes time to do that. I always have to read her work more than once as well otherwise, you are bound to miss something. I also wanted you to know that I bought your son’s CD and I put my earbuds in and wrote with his tracks playing. His work is amazing. I love “Buy a Harbor,” that is my favorite but his talent is amazing. We will see him on TV one day I am sure. He also looks like his dad. A great looking young man. Blessings to you Navin. Hugs, love, light and I send prayers as well. Joni

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