a hand out of sea
feminine, Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Humour, life, Love, poetry

Left behind

Why do I feel?

I’m trying to catch,

But I’m left far-far behind?

It’s not a step but ,

a thousand miles

apart.

But some days I don’t

even try, I can’t make

up for the untrodden

paths or stride fast

to reach where I

shouldn’t.

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.”