early morning, air’s freezing
sky over horizon, turns jean blue
birds are chirping, as I’m walking
through dark street, to library at cue
as music’s playing from AirPods into my ears
as I sing the song of dreams that are dear
3.30.2022
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
early morning, air’s freezing
sky over horizon, turns jean blue
birds are chirping, as I’m walking
through dark street, to library at cue
as music’s playing from AirPods into my ears
as I sing the song of dreams that are dear
3.30.2022
chirping of the blue bird
a solemn song for those forgotten;
for the unsung heroes who heard
the call long forsaken
it reverberates as break of dawn
commemorates who’ve fallen
3.22.2022
to a large brown bear
dancing down the dark Berlin road
I’d say: “sing it!”
to a lone gray wolf
strolling in a lonely golden New York City
I’d say: “bite it!”
let our dreams feel real
let our hopes stay alight
3.10.2022
onto soft-linen fabric of fluffy duvet
I laid my back and let it sink and float
under a shade blanketing my eyes from the sun,
I let my mind happily drift, as if to blink,
as if to indulge a sip of sweet drink,
then grass cutting buzz of my phone rings
calling me back to sober reality
and I just sit in my chair
gazing into a distance far from my desk
and wondered how sweet it was.
2.28.2022
when we believe,
when we mutter to ourselves
even when it is difficult to believe
“yes, we can”
and move to put into action
we will see the results
presenting themselves
in front of our eyes
let us march on
against this storm of blizzard
2.26.2022
I won’t know the future now,
but I hope that it will be meaningful
a prudent one, one that will be virtuous
and one that will benefit many others as well
yes, survival and flourishing matters,
but the intangible laws of the world,
the principle that I abide by
and effort that goes into pursuit of actualisation
will be there too.
not just for me, you, us, but also for our future.
2.20.2022
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
sleeping elephants march down the street.
slowly, but firmly, serene ritual greet
the gentle blue dusk of a spring evening
as solemn witnesses to all living beings.
As chilly breeze softly careens
baby elephants to sweet dreams
elder elephants leads the helm
tracing the remnants of glorious realm.
2.16.2022
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
liquid nitrogen can burn
nitrogen glycerine can burst
we could’ve been breathable air
but no, our dreams must be shared
as we drink our bitter sour black liquid
thrusting ourselves against the limit
1.30.2022
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