of spices and souls.
December 1, 2008
I am cinnamon,
He is cardamom,
And in the disparities
Of our nature’s,
We are as one.
He is a gentle
Zephyr of sweet air,
I am the truth…
Burning your tongue.
Too delicious to spit,
Just yet.
While he is calm
I rage tempestuously.
His anger is silent,
As is my support.
Where each of us
Falls short,
The other fulfills.
Our blemishes,
Remain unechoed
In our spirits.
{Mercifully}
Cardamom will calm you,
Cinnamon will rouse passion,
But in a cuppa char’
What is but one without the other?
In a most similar fashion,
What am i without him?
Or he sans me?
Tranquility without ardour
Is but placidity!
Unbridled zeal,
Is sheer fanaticism!
Action exclusive of thought
And contemplation without effect.
I could persevere,
Vis a vis
spices and souls.
Suffice to say
I am in him
With him i stand
Complete.
With me he is untamed
We found our genuine essence.
Our destinies entwined,
Firmly knotted
By someone wise!
As one.
