fly in my room
whirring buzzing…
my unsteady eyes
chasing the
Hungarian dance
night was sombre
whisky bought me sleep
and the sly fly was smooth
on me
like bourbon
fly in my room
whirring buzzing…
my unsteady eyes
chasing the
Hungarian dance
night was sombre
whisky bought me sleep
and the sly fly was smooth
on me
like bourbon
arjun bagga 
Simply lovely!
Thank you for stopping by!
My pleasure !
Hungarian dance?
Looks like you won a heart there.
Brahms’ Hungarian dance No. 5.
True, she’s my savior…Ahem, my new screen-saver to be precise! 😉
You charm everyone– even the fly in your room! (But No.5 has her own charm, too.)
Aw, Thank you dear Ellen. I’m not sure if I have any charm but your appreciation does give me the confidence to write, take pictures.
Thank you! I believe you were born to take pictures and write. You have so much talent and I love the way you are using it, especially in your latest work.*♡*ellen
What a beautiful smile, better than any of our miss worlds or universes… I vouch for that! And the joy in the Hungarian dance with a fly! When happy high! (Not to take it away from you, you did justice to her, what a capture) 🙂
Absolutely, I agree. A rare encounter, she continues to give me sleepless nights but blew away all doubts about my existence/purpose in life 🙂
😀
Why is dance Hungarian?
A sly attempt at getting closer
🙂 Hope your day is going well…
It is and hoping yours too 🙂
🙂 Have a good Monday!
I pray this moment lasts till eternity. so much love!
😀
P.S. I was sure I had been following you, but I dont know what happened. Anyway I clicked that button again.
Lovely Capture and Lovely Lines as well Arjun…. 😀
Thank you Harsha. I’m glad you like it :))
“my unsteady eyes/chasing the Hungarian dance” what a great image!
Terrific words-and the image is beautiful-such joy in her face!
Wow. Thank you very much Meg!
Nobody can see the little fly because of the beautiful eys of the girl. But your poem is so lovely that I have done some research and discovered the fly 😉
Ah, I hope you’re pleased with the findings 😉
Yes, indeed I was glad that my eys dont have to dance the hungarian dance 😉 And finally I was back looking in these beautifull eyes of this girl you made smiling 😉 😉
I love your words… at saying so much with so few words. Beautiful, Arjun!
Your appreciation always put me to sleep with a broad smile. Thank you very much Kind Daffodil!
Lovely poem, Arjun. Turn your face on me ! 😀
HaHaHa…I’ll do something about that in the coming posts. Have a nice day !
Very promising! thank you 😀
:)) :))
:-p
That’s a great, unforced connection with No. 5 – beautiful. Another connection with the words – but with the author – living and breathing poetry.
“Unforced” is relieving, calls for celebration and for your new project. Thank you very much Richard! :))
That’s pure poetry, my friend. I look forward to all your posts.
Thank you very much for being around. It’s my need to have your tick mark every post sir!
A beauty paired with terrific poetry. Always a treat.
Thank you so much Elena! :))
A good poet speaks in as few precious words as possible to create a mood or an image. You have mastered that technique, which takes many many rewrites. Congratulations.
And you sure do understand the bouts of self-doubt a poet goes through, quite often. Next time, in such case I’ll visit this page, read your words. Oh, I’m so overwhelmed.
Thank you, thank you very much Ronnie!
simply wow, she is pretty 😀
No wonder you get sleepless nights! Great capture! And I like the Hungarian dance 🙂 such a vivid imagery that I can actually see it.
Late in the night, I look at my neighborhood and the lit windows, I wonder “God, so many poets? What’s it going to be now!” :))
Thank you for dropping by. Always a pleasure to hear from you.
Lovely!
questa è la perfezione
No she seems worthy of your full attention Arjun! Hints of intelligence and humor, and such unusual beauty. Lovely!
Thank you so much Cindy! 🙂
That was a very heavy night and what a beautiful photo ! 🙂
Hungarian dance No 5…. When I read “No 5” I think of a perfume… perfume of mystery, of hope… yes, her unique beauty is a perfume… maybe in another life she was a fly, but in this one she is your muse 😀
Cleverly composed.