Sunday, February 28, 2021

Bitter Nectar


Green open palm hand
May be more than five, fingers
Though many palm lines span
Would one hold, read the palm
Slender threadlike tendril stretch, 
twines around, 
The climber rise the creeping high
Softy stems vine reach up, once more
Lush green enjoy the breeze
Gleeful small yellow beauty high
Welcoming soft sun shine 
Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet too
Tell me buzzing bumbble bee…

Saturday, February 20, 2021



Hollow head
Air of arrogance
Rise, rise high

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Unique Art


Who inscribed curvy lines, beautiful designs
on fingers
Modern day biometric scanners everywhere
seeks warmth finger impression
Fetch and fly away like a busy bee…
Who wrote a big story
in blue eyes
Life’s endless journey, many ports
iris scanners seeks warmth look
Seamless, that stings a copy too…
Fingerprint, iris eye
wonderfully crafted
Who or how regardless, admire
Holds many information
of unique human identity…
Though modern technology
able to capture and digitize 
the impression
I wonder what a huge data 
a little finger holds
Imagine what would be an eye…
Warmth, caring, energetic, 
amazing magic touch
at tip of fingers,
Blue eyes
that’s an adorable book
with many more pages yet to read
No comparisons,
but unique…