Resolve

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

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

Bookstore

by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look

this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed

let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile

1.8.2022

Joy

followed a white bunny down a hole
came out into world unknown at all
wallowed around to find respite
hollowed candle I found at night

running in dark worried through an arc
brushing doubts aside reminiscing the past
wondering impassive, expansive thoughts
thundering punishments, imminent fraught

ticking of clock, won’t it stop
ticking of clock, don’t you stop

1.6.2022

Headache

slowly crawls like a shadow
gnarly smell infuse the air
hoping it’ll be better tomorrow
in the end, it will all be fair

headache, you are not to be feared
I know it’s only pain that matters
better healthy and pain all over
rather than lying in bed all the years

won’t it shine like sweet bees in the air
won’t it rise like what Spring brings to here

1.5.2022

Window

in awe, I stared upward
remotely familiar memories
long-gone, but I wondered,
remembering veiled stories:

a flash of smile, a gentle touch;
popping balloons at climax,
awashed shame and such;
a lonesome requiem at flashback

in silence, I stared up high;
white, misty cloud filled the sky
calmly, I counted the dreams
reluctantly, letting tears stream.

1.1.2022