Ode to Dust

I am envious of you
Ha
I am jealous of you

You the mistress of my love
books, clothes and memories
The blanket of yours done
into the skin of things
freeze time to a pause
movement turned stillness.

I see

A moment and its purpose
marked by its mere existence
and the translucent form
given by your presence.

Let the Eyes Speak

The noise fell down. Cacophony turned into a collective sigh leaves silence behind. The sky above, (there is only one sky right? or are there many? like one in the ocean, one in the rain and another in my eyes?, leave it, that is a different story altogether)hung down and breathed out clouds. Anticipation and desire mingles and churns out perspiration. Days of theory and practice converged in a single moment. Under the gaze of the mankind, an attempt to perfect the human will and capacity. He kicked the ball. Remember how Lampard looks at the coach when he misses a goal? Eyes meet where what is and what should be freeze.

Eyes speak all language. They the ultimate truth potion hard-wired in your body.They know what you have been seeking all your life. They understand your passion. They own us.