I’m sorry.
Such simple words.
But I’ll never hear them from you.
You say you’re proud but
Not apologizing is nothing
To be proud of,
Being stubborn and harsh
I nothing to gloat over.
I know I’ll never hear those words
From you, I’m not even sure
You know how to feel them
Or what they mean to others or
Even your own well being,
So I’ll just go my own way
And leave you with your foolish pride.
I notice the bird taking a sip of water.
The lilac just beginning to bloom.
The blue sky.
The door closing.
You clearing your throat.
You taking a walk with your wife, social distancing always in vogue.
The anger in your eyes.
Your wife in her illusion of strength.
My anger.
The bird sitting on the fence.
The owners of the garden
Where the May flower tree
Lives
Want it to last only for three years
But the flower wants to live for four years
The bees argue, vehemently, that the flower
Always had the right to live for four years
‘The reduction is unjust’
They shout
They are punished for that by the owners
‘The flower is stubborn
It should be tamed’
The neighbours don’t mind
How long it lives
Or whether it lives at all
They are eternally annoyed
By all the commotion
Caused by the bees
Over just another May flower
The flower looks bloodier
Than ever
The leading bees are bloody too
That enrages the following bees
The damned flower and the damned bees are both damn stubborn
They must be tamed
‘Take all necessary steps to tame them’
The warrants are thus passed.
around the corner
i saw it
the ransome of death
the tales of evil
the youngman
strong and vibrant
he strive for power
the power fade-off
the two half-brothers
bloodshedding combat
they both end up in killing
the youngman
she fell inlove
a beautiful maiden
from a rich family
she fell
she cried
the firmament heard
he teased her with love
she cried when it appears
how easily she fell
she cursed for love
the love bring loss
can curse bring love?
eye to eye
he geared up
on his feet
he killed the fools
since they want the money
country rulers with there act
all there fight
evil smelt out of the cars
the riffles and black axe
in the night
the hawk
they sniff out black cloud
they die all young
the youngs all dies
they crave for money firmly
they die and end with no smiles
father of murderers
the curse
makes a rail
of destruction
and obstruction
they shower tension
it kills
they mount on fear
it kills instantly
time to stand for what is right
everything is a season
never hate
if you do
you may end up in grave
*Love*
Outdoor situation demands for wrangling
And outcry to flow out hatred and anger
So as to make the situation more thrilling
And thunderous to drop rain from the hanger.
Indoor longs for three characters to role,
Hence, pretends to be deaf, dumb and blind
And boards a boat for the soul to console
And set a voyage in the pacific ocean of mind.
Indeed, a mental tug-of-war is in progress–
The wranglers surrender and indoor wins,
The peace lovers are destined to the addresses
Where they live like the kings and the queens.
Although, half-fed and half-naked they are
Still blissful as they enjoy undisputed days
And dreamful nights and become unaware
Of a situation of tempting their outcry and noise.
She’s frustrated by the situation
Being a guy I want to solve the problem
But I know she just wants me to listen
And not offer suggestions
After some conversation
I ask if I’m helping
She says no
And I slink away to take a nap
Men have trouble just listening
We are hard wired to solve and move on
She suggested taking a walk
I bought us lattes, she chose the flavor
Compromise is easy
When we agree to disagree
Problem not solved
But everyone’s happy, sorta