Bud

after years of tearful rains,
layers of sediments
an adventure of a naive hero,
a bud peaks its head above the ground.
for a passerby, I wonder if they understand
the significance of this incipient bud
gradually reaching towards the sun,
becoming a sort of a giant in the process.
for the bud to peak its head,
there were many prayers, tears, and sacrifices
I hope they will understand
whoever the passerby may be.

2.28.2023

Race

it’s not enough.
I need more speed.
faster and stronger lines of thoughts.
more decisive and executive resolutions.
it is the way of a light bringer, a trail blazer, a guide.
I hope that serendipitous moment will arrive
allowing me to pierce through this barrier
till then, the race continues.
till the flash of a paradigm shift arrives.

2.21.2023