Will the #conflict disappear
If I erase others,
Why do I hope
You will rise again?
The waves wonder
Why there is a barricade,
The sky with its many moods
Watches bemused,
The battles
A mere waste of time,
I am still with you,
You live as long as I live.
#vss365
This morning,
I want to write a letter,
A love letter, perhaps,
To whomsoever it may concern,
Oh, stop, wandering mind.
My dearest one,
Do you know why I haven't written to you for so long?
I don't.
I keep waiting.
For you.
To interrupt.
My love.
Miss you.
Ha! That's true.
The night the shorn trees
Broke free from our clutch of death,
#Naivete's end.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#vss365
Finding his shoelaces undone, Mr. Bhaskar raised his leg onto a nearby step and bent over.
His boss, still in party mode, remarked loudly, "Now, isn’t that a rump worth a hiding?" And, she spanked his bottoms, just once but loud and visible to all gathered there.
He stood to attention. Mrs. Bhaskar’s round eyes got rounder, fury nearly brimming over. She tried to #console a sheepish-looking Mr. Bhaskar, "Oh love, how you must feel! Please do not be hard on yourself. It's not your fault."
The other females kept their head lowered, clearly relieved that their mate’s behind was not involved. The men were divided. Most had an expectant look towards the amused boss. The rest, the conventional straight-laced lot, proudly turned nationalist and decided to resist a custom borrowed from a colonial past.
Mr. Bhaskar remained silent. He wondered if he should tell his wife that it's fine for a woman to slap a man’s behind, and probably a woman’s too, even though it is deemed inappropriate for a man to do so to a man or a woman.
In such matters, it is impossible to be equals.
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-inequality-between-equals.html
