Gratefulness

it hurts, but it hurts good
‘ain’t all pain no good?’ you might say
but hear me out: sometimes,
just out of nowhere, it strikes you
maybe it wasn’t even born too long ago
maybe it has just tasted it’s first blood
but the way with which it hurts you
you just sit back and kind of laugh at it
wondering how genious all this mess is
how beautiful it can be in its own way
and once you are done marveling at it
you just gotta walk the walk
like all living beings gotta do
rub off the tears off your cheeks
be thankful for the ride, the fight, and the scars.


2.19.2022

Gratefulness

how clearly the sunset is bright
I didn’t realize until this moment
every seconds of cold and dark night
is worth waiting for this glorious event
yes, it was as though walking in a desert
into an unknown territory, whose stomach
is unfathomably vast and dangerous
yet now, all of those past became the manure
to nourish a future much more mature
how humbly grateful it is to be at this stage
how fortunate it is to have teachers so great

2.19.2022

Hope

it’s as if every inch of breathing space is
whipped into whirlwinds of flowery fire in
this long narrow path we all must take
when light runs thousands of miles to make
this realization that, perhaps that’s all:
you’ve given it all, and now wait for your call

when darkness had lent its hand to me
I shook its hand
it was as if my bones shattered at mere touch
yet I did not let go.

there is more work to do
there will be a new day
the sun will rise again
there will be more

Shooting star

the sweet warmth hit my face point blank
stunned, I uttered few words of confusion
then softness disappeared around the corner
left me wondering ‘has all this been a dream?’

but the eyes, the smiles, the ears, and hairs
I remember them vividly; as if I could touch
had I been back into the past, that moment,
I’ll hold your hand and tell you: ‘I see you’

and would just stare into those eyes
those eyes deep with warmth and clarity
I may have rather a chilly side to my heart
but I’ll keep working it to bring you warmth

2.18.2022

Waiting

standing in the middle of a meadow
with grey cloud overhead, green waves flow,
endless gusts of whirlwind dances
as I stare at a far distance
waiting, as the ember in the heart is burning
balancing between betting and believing
hoping, that I’ll see those eyes again,
those eyes like les petits pains en croissant.

2.15.2022

Ember

like a small, quiet, and calm ember
that slowly burns, leaving a trace,
memory of her eyes grows steadily larger
like a drumbeat looming with large bass

in silence, I watch this fire grow in my heart
wondering how did it happen?
was it her all-black outfit in cafe so dark?
alighted, I stare into her dark silence

and I wake up to a realization so tangible:
you do not even know who you are;
how’d you know who she truly is?
there are so many burning questions
bubbling onto surface of my consciousness

Humbly, I hope for a chance with her more.
Although I may not get to truly know her,
I’d like to stay with her for as long
as I can, listening to her dreams and her songs

2.14.2022