Day 12 #napowrimo

I brought a stone home
It was no extraordinary stone
How we love the extraordinary,
the precious and the beautiful

It is plain.
If plain were to be defined, it is that.
Just an ordinary stone

It has no stripes of purple
nor a colloid of any orange hues,
It possesses no alchemy
nor is it smooth like the tongue’s drool

It is just an ordinary stone,
only an ordinary stone which
has seen the earth birth and ovulate
Just an ordinary stone

In its cold shell,
the history of oceans and streams

It is just an ordinary stone,
an ordinary stone it is

An eye that speaks only to the
rugged wind,
the wind its only lover,
bringing quiet stretch marks on it skin

It is an ordinary stone,
an ordinary stone it is
Dull, lifeless, cold black eye
fallen, wet, submerged

You touch it
and you glimpse into the other side of eternity,
a black coated mask,
listening to everything,
part of nothing

©️ Aakriti Kuntal

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