Cassa Bassa

The bitter root

I love this city in dark silence

The vibrant and intellectual day fades into alluring artistic night scene

The hills lay off a man’s duty by day

The boy in me leaped out walking the streets

The songs came again from the car radio afar

My lips were chanting the familiar melodies my father once loved

I tilted my head up towards the moonlight

Holding the rolling tears in the well of my eyes

Big boys don’t cry!

Perhaps it’s the invitation of the blood moon night,

the open arms of the January assertive silence

I let out the forbidden wailing

Anguish to the lies, to the betrayal, to the abandonment

The boy in me were fueled by rawness of hurt

My howling to the moonlight returned needles on my skull

I grew in rage

Forcefully a man rose to stand tall

Declared vows and judgements

only God will break

We got a thing

The first time I saw you

I loved you… I was sweet to you

Everytime I see you

My mouth curves up to a moon, my eyes to a straight line

You can be naughty… you can be vicious… you can be cold shoulders to me

We got a thing between us my beloved

We love and affectionate to only one

Loyal, intimate and eternal

We look at each other, rub our noses

Smitten… gooey… heavenly

– dedicated to cat lovers

Loners’ love

Two loners met

The distance is perfect

the space is perfect

the atmosphere is perfect

the company is perfect

They let each other into their inner most selves

One plus one still one

Bare and naked two loners’ hearts

Beating as one

We are like 2 pieces of jigsaw puzzles he said

I don’t feel I need to run from you she said

Tick tock tick tock

Time is trickling in harmony

24 hours round the clock

Two loners smile mischievously

Did I know you before they said

You found me

(Photo from picsbud.com)

Cupping my heart with your hands

My fairest

Bundle of warmth

In the desolate place, in the deep winter

Snowflakes melting

With you in my embrace

there is music and lyrics again

the ocean with hues

the valley with shades

My breathing once again meaningful

You came so I could be found again

Now my Love

My heart just blossoms in time for Spring

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 sums up 2018, a year of perseverance. I feel a call for patience in the new year.
May the fruit of the Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control) be with me and you in 2019.

Shower in the dark

Dedicated to Misha

There is something therapeutic about showers.

For years I had fostered a habit of taking a shower once I walked through my front door coming home from a day’s work.

The shower took my day off and it was like walking out from a hussle bussle world into my sanctuary. It was almost like a sanctifying ceremony.

The shower centred me and set the calm tone of the evening. I often felt afresh and renewed.

When I met you, the first thing I did was adapting your “shower in the dark” daily routine.

There is something else all together when showering in the dark.

When your surrounding is dim. You would have to rely a lot more on your sense of touch. When showering in the dark, it intensifies the transition from day to night, chaos to calm, cluttered to clear mind, exhaustion to rejuvenation. It restores me and makes me whole again.

I put music on sometimes if the sound of the running water is mono. Music is also more impactful when listening to in the dark.

Showering in the dark sparks all my senses with pleasure stimulation. Spurge of energy flew out to carry me into the mysterious night dancing with the stars. I become alive!