grey eyed sadness
life, Love, woman

Hope

Tiny quiverings, cold

hands a realization

I ‘m not my best.

May be we don’t belong

here but there remains

a thin strand of humanity,

a hope small but a hope.

Humour, life, Nature, poetry, satire, wit,

Mr. Fly

Mr. Fly I know you have a story too,

but forgive I’ve some things to pursue.

For once raven nights are no time my

friend to buzz and tell me why?

So Mr. Fly flutter , flap and fly away

go suck the nectar of a flower,

request you to never hover;

mistaking whiff of attar, for a floret.

I can’t tolerate and ignore it anymore.

Reminds of the Nash who spoke the

truth ,“ God in his wisdom made the

fly and then forgot to tell us why.”