Relaaaaaax till it lasts

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How do you relax?

Legs on the desk
Hands meshed in my hair 
Stretching back as much
Till that creaking sound of my chair 

Breathing slow, easy and steady
Sliding into deep sleep, without a care
Snoring loudly, in no discernible rhythm
Oblivious and without a care

In those dreams, I am the boss
And no employees to worry me there
My dream world is mine
I am the only one there

Taking a flight
Wearing a suit and a tie
Or a swimming 
in blue waters mirroring the sky

Twirling the fingers
in the white warm sand 
Lying on the belly
Cheeks resting on the sand

The sun is warm, not scorching
Heat controls are in my hand
Siting and gazing beyond the horizon
Watching the seagulls glide and land

Then, Alas the invasion happened 
My entire world is shaken
With what seemed like a jolt 
My world, my peace is taken 

I am jolted from my blissful world
Beamed up to the busy one
I had my time to relax
Now aimlessly I will embark on my run
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Craving #elfchen

Sweet

Triggers craving

Melts in mouth

Coats the heart too

Addicted 

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That’s my wife’s food Instagram account. She is the best baker in the world. My opinion may seem biased. But the only way to check would be to check on your own.

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The fair #haiku

The fair 
was in the making
With tents, wares and banners
Filling the bland venue

Attractive goods
Arrived in truckloads 
Glittering and mouth watering 
Shining and new

Each priced
Beyond their value
Seeking 
Beyond what’s due

Then arrived the people
In swarms like bees
Seeking the wants
Much beyond their needs

In their convergence
Lay the war of needs
every transaction fought
with the deadly arsenal of greed

In the end 
The time was up
There were some goods unsold
And some wants unfulfilled 

The fair was over
Each one left
Loading the unsold or sold
Filling the trucks once again till the very brim

What remained 
Was the empty bland venue
Silent witness of the spectacle 
Oft repeated in its bosom 

For the trucks will once again arrive
With the unsold and unfulfilled 
Creating the wants and greed
Where there was none

Fair is in making
once again at the same venue
which remained always
bland and new