the tradition we uphold
the values we protect
the principles we abide by
perhaps may perish
in a blink of an eye
but what say you
to dive into the fray
against the odds
and see what may become
of the world we see today?
2.23.2022
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
the tradition we uphold
the values we protect
the principles we abide by
perhaps may perish
in a blink of an eye
but what say you
to dive into the fray
against the odds
and see what may become
of the world we see today?
2.23.2022
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
blinded, though we may have been,
do we not admit
rumbling rush of our blood
rising sound of our heartbeat thud
as we answer to defend our honor
charging with full-metal armor?
what do you live for?
what does your heart beat for?
what are your principles for?
right now, live!
right here, fight!
right now, believe!
1.17.2022
tobacco, I’ve vowed to quit you
perhaps you’re a seal I must keep
as long as I live, even then there is few
reason to believe, for a good night sleep
I will heave, these boulders of burden
weaving a tread of history of one human
1.12.2022
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
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
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
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
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