I have been lovingly criticised that my poetic attempts are pessimistic,sarcastic or melancholy .So i tried wholeheartedly to draw inspiration from the things around me...hidden in plain sight.

H.A.N.D B.A.G

Oh beloved.

Truly loved.

You matter, dawn to dusk,

Be in a rush or rest.

Between those layers

Lies Hidden, little secrets.

Of wealth and beauty,

Books of stories, memories or plans,

Keys to rooms and hearts,

Tissues that hold tales of sorrow,sweat or snort

Inventions bringing world closer or farther, in all honesty

It has my identity, nationality and look deep, even spirituality.

She, as I prefer to phrase, comes in different shades,sizes and cuts,

Yet the camardarie is eternal.

Yes ,hangs by the hand or the shoulder,a girl’s second best friend

No purpose people say!

Ask a lady, my dear, the truth you shall know.