another day

in middle of muddled dream
truncated by alarm’s scream
you open bleary eyes
to yet dark new day
cawing craws announce.

you turn upon the bed
to give a kick start
a mug of black coffee
hot and strong.

you draw the curtains back
look out on grey dawn.
time to resume
mad rush race against time.

for few quiet moments
book open
on your knees
catch a glimpse of
divinity.

wild flowers

wild flowers on wayside
purple, white
invite a closer look.

but at 120 kmph
(the speed of older men)
one can’t.

must we move so fast?
i’d like to travel
with no thought
of destination.