Passive
Cold
And as lifeless as it can get.
Treasuring the earth's secrets.
Bound within its serenity
It's calming texture.
A stone.
A solid truth
Telling stories of men and beasts.

A sign of strength
In a world made of quick silver,
Stands this stone for the very nature
Of itself.

Yes it does break and serves it's purpose
It adjusts
Doesn't compromise or change
Isn't it natural?
To be natural?

Amongst an array of dusty old recipe books
And a micellany of utensils
Stood a thin silhouette
Of the Sleepy Old Man.

Conducting a show
Of his culinary orchestra
Stirring,Blanching
Baking,Frying
Seasoning and Tasting
With that grace
Like a ballerina
Dancing
As he prepares the glaze.

He packs the orders
Takes another 10
And tosses a biscuit to a dog.
Writes a message
At the back of the bill
While drinking Chocolate Eggnog

A smile
Always a smile
He wears as his armour
Leading
A Red Army
Delivering not only food
But also a message to mankind
Feeding not only their mouths
But also their mind.

He fetched when you asked him to
He licked your face when you were blue
Wagged like crazy when you came home
Though you left him alone only for 15 minutes!
He listened to you on that rainy afternoon
About your mundane life..
He snapped and growled
To protect you from that monster
That dug the road outside the house!
He trusted you
And took one more shot
During those ghastly visits to the vet
So
Don't get mad when he can't fetch anymore
His knees ache
When he can't really lick and wag with the same intensity
He's a little tired
Don't get fed up
He now wants a little more of you
These days,
He cant listen to you for very long
He needs a little more sleep, you see..
He might bump into things and maybe he won't respond when you call
But he still trusts you
And he still loves you
With all the strength he has left
Now it's your turn
To keep him warm
During those rainy afternoons..
He wont understand
But still
Sing him a lullaby will you?

Soil
Water
Light
Air
And some love if you offer
That's all i ask for
My dreams are petit
I only want to live and breathe
So that you could do the same
I'll push through the earth
And anchor her FOREVER
I won't move!
100% organic love
I won't fail you
I promise you rain,oxygen and all those nice things :D
For God's sake!
Just put that axe down will you?

An empty canvas
Waiting
For the best of his strokes
His reveries
For her face..
A face full of emotions
The ones he never dared to express
Her sumptuous lips
He once kissed
Her eyes
That once drowned in tears
And those ears..
That consumed it all
Yet..she did not fit..
In his "personal definition" of love.
And today he tried to paint her
In every possible way
Colours dancing about
In that smoked filled space
As he aged with his wine..
His blood
Inebriated  with her memories..
He wept
Like a child
Choking with regrets
In the darkness
Of that closed envelope
In the enslaving emptiness
Of that abandoned canvas..
If only
He could smell her
Somewhere,amongst the cigarette puffs..
If only..
She stayed
And caressed him to sleep
To awaken the corpse of his life

I find myself in words..
In words of a poet..
A poet within myself..
Within my soul..
The epiphany
The comforting silence
Of those words screaming inside me..
Hidden amongst the layers of blood,skin and bones
Deep within..
Amongst the addictive melancholy..
And in the eyes of my beloved..
Don't bother asking why..
Don't bother asking how..
I'll write..you read..
I hope you can relate..
and find comfort..
and so in this mighty void
You're not alone...
You're not alone