Glass worlds

thin glass wall divides the same world
a harmonious play on surface
a calculating fight on the other
all happening under the same pretence
should you ask me to tell the difference
between a jovial circus in a dark subway underground
and dark circles under child’s eye at playground
I’d ask you to stare at the nearest mirror
and ask yourself the question
3.8.2022

Solo

“from ash to ash”
it’s the only words I remember
from that one lazy afternoon
as the sunset refracted in the mirror
hung on a door next to a post-it note

like the moon hung on an azure summer sky
shining through a sun window
like the lush tree branches humming in waves
the words imprinted in a lonesome memory
imploring the meaning yet unknown

had I known the path I’ve chosen
were filled with such bitter tears
just to see that smile under the sunrise
I may still walk the same walk I’d taken

perhaps, maybe with less weight, because
we are all alone in the end.

3.5.2022

Pendulum

wavering between love and hate
we hope to find peace in mental state
we love the world,
then hate the world,
then love it again,
then hate it once again
one moment, a convivial hippy,
next moment, a dictator revolutionary
a warm sunset turns cold dark night
the cold dark night births a yolk of sunrise
we forgive
yet we commit

3.4.2022

Nap

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