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

Raining salts

White, they are, falling from the sky

Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.

Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.

Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.

But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?

7.1.2019

Grace

Do not let your ego pass you by unchecked
For the flip side of honor may arrive.

Just watch how easy it is the beauty of nature submerges in darkness.

Still, go forth with your chest spreading wing bones widely
Embracing all, good and bitter, rise.

It’s a journey, ups and downs.
It’s a dance, gains and losses.

Smile, smile, my love.

6.30.2019

Thunderstorm

Electric shriek rips through the air

As a lightening bolt streams through grey clouds covering in waves the vast sky

Slapping the eardrums of the dumfounded,

Awakes, inspires, and awes the new eyes

Breathing a vision, a belief, it’s now clear

That it’s a leap of faith,

To ride on the lightening bolt.

6.29.2019

Humming bird

When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home

Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight

Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart

As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street

A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.

6.26.2019