Most affectionate bee

May that wish comes true
in forms a few
like colours on a butterfly wing
your passions plea
spring’s sweet glee
making hearts melt and sing
may your beloved feel
what you have felt
the most affectionate bee with a sting

Sleep walk

I walked to a great
graveyard of souls
In the middle of the evening
thousands lost ones roaming
to unknown destinations,
each one think they are alive
daily grunt they survive
to earn more, till limbs sore
looking around, all I found
Just my reflection, such deception

Good morning

Cloudy cold misty day
Won’t take my breath away
Still I am fine, morning is mine
aiming to put worries aside
gaming to get some time by the side
to walk my walk, and talk my talk
Plays are far, I am not the star
no audience to please
Just take in, release
bit fresh and clear, morning air
to watch people go by,
some beautiful faces, spaces
Some cute dogs, logs
This what I call a divine call
a lazy, hazy, morning stroll