Still, in the storm

In the storm, two leavesTossed around MercilesslyAfraid of chaosLonely, hurt and uncertainBlown away to the nowhere Then in a momentIn a miraculous actThey lock togetherSwirling and dancing as onestill, together, forever In the eye of stormSwirling melodiouslyThe storm meant no threatEverything stood still and watchedOnly Song they heard, not roar

A fly on the nose

A fly on the noseSeenFeltYet unassailable.Staring throughMillion eyesRubbing few of its handsIn a smirkYet seemingly vulnerableA strike Must do the trickA quick And a precise oneElse you may have your noseUnavailable But that’s whatThe superior human mind thinksStrategising a strikeBut a fraction to lateFor the dipteranIs unconquerableIt fliesQuicker than the strikeIt’s a flyNo wonderThe contemptContinue reading “A fly on the nose”