Gratitude

Thank you, for allowing me to see this day light, a stream of crystals glistening the atmosphere that I breath in.

That you, for allowing me to memorize the sound of the wind swooshing like an ocean wave crashing into the bank of sand.

Thank you, for this tantalizing droplet of water, respite of the spirit and body, as it quenches the unresting soul in the heart.

5.13.2020

Crystals

Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,

whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.

 

bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,

I found buddings, peculiar buddings.

 

I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the

wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,

and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.

 

I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,

shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.

 

I marveled.

I blinked.

It was still there.

 

I stretched my trunk,

pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,

and got on my feet,

the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.

 

I took a breath in,

squinted at the sharp white sun above,

and then a dotted point on a horizon.

 

I let out my breath,

dragged my feet towards an endlessness,

leaving trails of white crystals.

 

3.23.2020

Whiplash

A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.

Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.

10.12.2019

Solo

I won’t say goodbye until it is time

I will hold off on your sleeve and

Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.

I won’t ask how you are doing

For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.

I will keep on hammering this world,

A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.

10.11.2019

Sprout

To an incipient revelry,

Death paid a visit.

Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.

Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen

On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.

But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?

It will breath in the air,

Soak in the moist,

Boldly grow.

Grow, bulb. Grow.

Grow larger than the Death.

10.8.2019

Shine

Remember coldest darkness shines the smallest incandescent candle light.

Scary skeletons are what kept you going when things fell down to floor

Nagging neighbors and obnoxious passerby were who cared about you

When things took a different turn.

Try believing.

10.7.2019

Dung

Let me be a dung,

I will be the best dung in the world

I will bring forth bubbly flowers and waves of green leaves

Clear sky of breezy summer day light and a cool dusky evening.

Let me be a dung,

I may be soft and stink; but I will lift you up

I may be brittle, but I will be warm.

I may be crusty, but I will protect you from wild animals.

I will be the best dung in the world, for I love the world.

7.28.2019

Eternity

For what it’s worth, here is my life.

I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,

Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.

In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.

I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true

And a possibility that it may be different

from what the actual truth is.

But for what it’s worth, here is my life.

When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.

When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.

Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.

7.26.2019