Roman

A sung sang in my heart

Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself

Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing

Air flows, passively, but powerfully

Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them

Flowing from one piece to the other

But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?

Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe

Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.

7.11.2019

Chase

Give, and you shall receive,

Let it go, and it will be with you

Believe, it will come true,

Love unconditionally, it will multiply

Cry, for this is the only moment that matters

Laugh, for every second counts and goes

Hold on, for this shall pass, too

Enjoy, for it is a dance that will turn you into a flame that will never stop.

7.10.2019

Race

Drums are beating again, once more for the race among the fray,

Sing along and join us in staccato tab dance, a tango with parrying swords

You are already missed among our fellow contenders, allegedly auspicious days are ahead

If you find yourself beleaguered, may your indefatigable pluck arise from deluge of darkness

Harbinger of affable colleague is already here, cheers to you, dear.

7.9.2019

Sides

Though it’s painful,

We must walk the walk, like

Walking on the waves of ocean,

Walking on crackling volcano lava stones,

Walking on the thorniest cactus farm.

Perhaps the mirror that projects this pain

Perhaps reflects what’s inside all along

Singing a melancholy song of independence

Still, let me walk the walk,

For the end of journey is not now

So will anyone know the truth after all

7.8.2019

Sparks

Running through a track in a public park in behind my apartment,

Cores of illuminations surfaces into the darkness, as the sun sets, dusks showers, and darkness seeps from shadows.

Darker the night broods, the crispier and sharper the light becomes, piercing through corneas.

They come through even when you let your eyelids fall down, tired from running all this time.

And when the ultimate light starts approaching the horizon,

Dutifully, silently, the sparks hide themselves within cloaks of the glorious light, solemnly keeping their positions.

For when the time of need comes again,

They shall arise.

7.6.2019

Ping

May you have strength,
For a morning dew may be but a single drop,
It is purest of all,
And has seen the wisdom of the world all by itself.

May you have control of self,
For torrents of rain shall stop, and trashing wind shall become a calm breeze,
It is quintessential of all,
And has drawn the essence of everlasting changes in life.

May have radiating happiness,
For this darkness shall pass, and a gloriously shining golden sun shall dawn on the earth to redeem the world,
It is a righteous all along,
And meet with new light face to face, it will shine ever brighter than before.

7.5.2019

Cafe

It’s a dance.

Crowded people chats over a cup of tea

Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee

Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody

In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,

An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma

Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.

Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness

In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.

Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.

7.2.2019