Wednesday, 8 August 2018

The I Is Not Me

I have wanted to say out but
I dare not
stifled by my own cowardice? Nope!

I want to keep my self-interest intact
which I feel is my absolute right

I stood by and just watched
the burning anger the unbridled wrath
like the hot spilling broth
heated by continuous fire

Now I look at the mess in disdain
at a distance
nothing touches my hands . . . 

Thursday, 19 July 2018

Numbers in Life




Reserve more rooms in your hearts for more friends


Thursday, 12 July 2018

The Real and The Fake

The fresh ones, soft-feel to the touch. The petals flutter as the wind gust through. Romantic and full of life. But in days to come, they will be gone. Wilted and fallen to the ground. No one will pay attention to them anymore. 
Nonetheless, new blooms will appear . . .

They seem to make everybody happy with their everlasting perfection. But they give no feel when touched as they are lifeless. It is so very plastic as they stand there unaffected and motionless like some heartless being.

Nevertheless, fake is often the choice. It is fitting in well with today's life.

Saturday, 30 June 2018

What You See Is Not What You Get

They fall, 
crazy and chaotic
hitting on the surface
they bounce up forming a broken glass
to your eyes

Beautiful transparent beads
when touched 
melt to water
when cupped
 slip through your fingers