Lavender
Still, in the storm
In the storm, two leaves
Tossed around Mercilessly
Afraid of chaos
Lonely, hurt and uncertain
Blown away to the nowhere
Then in a moment
In a miraculous act
They lock together
Swirling and dancing as one
still, together, forever
In the eye of storm
Swirling melodiously
The storm meant no threat
Everything stood still and watched
Only Song they heard, not roar
A fly on the nose
A fly
on the nose
Seen
Felt
Yet unassailable.
Staring through
Million eyes
Rubbing few of its hands
In a smirk
Yet seemingly vulnerable
A strike
Must do the trick
A quick
And a precise one
Else you may have your nose
Unavailable
But that’s what
The superior human mind thinks
Strategising a strike
But a fraction to late
For the dipteran
Is unconquerable
It flies
Quicker than the strike
It’s a fly
No wonder
The contempt in its compound eye
Unmistakable
It’s now
Humming in the ear
Gloating in an ingratiating way
I am just a fly
You are the mighty human
Yet I am on your nose
At my own will
and Unassailable
A hug too late
The hug
Too late
Held back
By false pride
One chance was lost
By me
The second
The fate denied
Stony face
I sat
While I melted within
Inside
Eyes welled
But the tears had dried
Regret weighed on my heart
Unseen I cried
#whatdoyousee
#WDYS
Face time = Family Time
A family FaceTime creates pearls of laughter and smiles
Daughters add bliss to life
The book I was reading has finished
A book is like life
Exciting to start
Weary in between
Eventually
we don’t want it to end
But end it must
Because
there are other books
To be read
From start
To finish
Both Divine
Five year old again
When I grow up, I will be free
Ha ha
When I was five year old.
I wanted to be big.
Big enough
to do whatever I wanted
No one to tell me
what I must do
Or what I shouldn’t
Big enough
To be free
When I grew up
I got educated
I learnt what I must do
And what I shouldn’t do
When I grew up
World grew up too
Now I am a five year old again
Who doesn’t want to grow up
Who wants to be free
The tech leap would be fun, Right?
How has technology changed your job?
Ink dried
the scribble on paper
and it made sense
once I read a little later
Fingers typed
and the screen blinked
words appeared
as the glowing pixels linked
speaking words
the blank screen heard
reproducing faithfully
in the font preferred
A thought
is all that it takes
to conjure a wish
and the magic it creates
I no longer am needed
for the job to be done
it would be much easier
but would it be fun?
The bigger Yes
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
if I had a bigger Yes
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