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Recipe Of Me

For the 68th-day prompt at Poetry House Party, I decided to cook up something unconventional. Instead of a traditional structure, I created a recipe for life, capturing the stages of growth and self-discovery through a mix of ingredients. From childhood innocence to the complexity of adulthood, every stage of life is a blend of flavours, each contributing to who we are today. This poem is a reflection of that evolution, infused with a touch of humour and personal experience. How did I do in turning life's recipe into verse?



Let’s cook it!
Well, we could start with the biology of it—
A tadpole and an egg in the mix,
But I wasn't made in a test tube, sis.

The ingredients vary at every stage,
It becomes crazier as I age.
It was simpler as a child:

  • 3 cups of innocence, pure and wild.
  • 3 cups of obedience, a rule-followers pride.
  • 2 cups of zeal, to take on any ride.
  • A cup of laughter and smile, carefree and bright,
  • A few tablespoons of tears and sighs, for those sleepless nights.

Then came the teens—
Ah, what a turbulent cuisine!

  • A handful of rebellion, sprinkled with doubt,
  • 2 cups of awkwardness, shaken, not stirred throughout.
  • A pinch of courage, masked in shyness,
  • A teaspoon of anger, spicy but full of kindness.

Adulthood? A recipe off the rails—

  • 1 cup of ambition, bold and frail.
  • 2 scoops of heartbreak, bittersweet to taste,
  • A dollop of wisdom, though acquired in haste.
  • 3 heaping spoons of resilience, to patch up the cracks,
  • A dash of humour, because life loves to attack.

And now, here I am—
Still simmering, still evolving.
A chaotic fusion of spice and sweet,
Perfectly imperfect, incomplete.

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