Of spices and souls.

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.