I absolutely adore Valentine’s Day. Loads of chocolate and the proliferation of red and pink to brighten up the dreary winter days – what could be better? Being the shameless romantic that I am, I decided to put pen to paper and come up with a love poem to post on the valentines I was mailing out. Here’s a few I came up with…
Your biodata sweetheart/ makes my heart beat fast/ Calling mother now.
I love you more than/ Gulab jamens and ladoos/ Not that I eat sweets.
Ah, that I could run/ Fingers along your sari/ Too much Bollywood.
Be my Shah Rukh Khan/ And I promise that when your/ Dancing stops, I won’t.Newsflash: I suck at writing poetry. So I thought I’d turn to the readers of SM to help me out, as they’ve done before. Write your best desi-themed haiku in the comments below and Kunjan, our administrator, will pick the best one to illustrate. Check out the gorgeous example he designed above (larger version available below).
Here’s what you need to know to enter the contest.
Deadline: Submit all Valentine’s Day desi-themed haikus in the comments below by 1PM on Monday, February 14.
Theme: Love and desi-ness.
Judging and Selection of Winners: Winner will be chosen by the SM mutineers and announced at 9PM, February 14.
Prize: Winner gets their haiku illustrated in an easy-to-share design graphic. Ah yes, and Interwebs fame.
You are sweeter than Gulab jamun or laddoo Give me just a taste
you, me: subalterns. can we speak to each other of love and longing?
For your Bollywood loving self…
Oh Le Jayenge Dilwale Dulhaniya? Mendhi laga ke…
What is in a name? If you will be my Kajol then call me Shah Rukh
My Krishna, I saw In your eyes blueness, love, peace. Play! I follow, dancing.
Narayana You I knew before I knew You. Dreams. Then, I found you…
for 10 years of marriage and 17 valentines.
We all seek out love, Bollywood shows us how to, But we get arranged.
Arranged marriages, Are like heating a soup up, Starts cold but gets hot.
Your biodata, Tells a story about you, But it’s not all true.
We all seek out love, Bollywood shows us how to, But we get arranged.
Arranged marriages, Are like heating a soup up, Starts cold but gets hot.
Your biodata, Tells a story about you, But it’s not all true.
Mummy says I must marry A brown man; I agreed before I found you.
Lingampally train going to Hyderabad’s heart, mera le gaya
Gah! I can’t count. Here’s my edited version.
Lingampally train going to Hyderabad’s heart, you captured mine.
Size does not matter, you say. This small haiku in place of my — uhmmm — love.
Ever menacing, A Madurai bus declares, “Happy Lover’s Day!”
“Darling! I lowe you!” The first of hundreds to come. Uff, so annoying!
“Quickly, you fool, speak!” Nope. Again, he’s left staring at her jasmine braid.
Here you go
My rice and curry girl / Love you more than words / Can I get Chapati tonight?
Buy you a teddy bear Buy you shiny glittering jewelry But Buy only on sale
A Romantic Dinner with champagne Followed by night of passion What will our parents think?
Would you hate me if I told you that I just can’t Do it anymore?
oh sweetie you are hotter than the molaga bajjis on the marina beach can i be your getti chutney
I know it’s late but felt like sharing
Oh how I long for those days of sweet nuance, oh! Pardesi Gori
My lover I wish For a grand group dance number In which we don’t kiss