love is edible.
love is edible,
it's warm like a big bite of fresh pie out of the oven,
like a mug of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows on a winter night,
like your Mumma’s daal, 'Maa de hathh de paronthe'
when you see her after a year.
love, is edible,
soft like buttery bread that feels like perfect balance in your mouth,
tough on the outside, a cloud on the inside
like baguette.
really, love is like the first time you ate pistachio ice-cream,
not knowing what to think of it,
but falling deeply for it in the end anyway.
mohini