slash the wrist of muted winter
snow bleeds flaming leaves
hang heavily on earthy branches
break the spell of seasonal blues
Flame in Snow
Category: Poetry and Prose
Poetic Kisses
on my birthday
you blew kisses
across the neon sky
they fell like poetry
into my hands
I slipped them
in my jeans pocket
keeping them
for comfort
on sad days
Cosplay
Living Poetry word prompt – freedom, protest, justice
Her pouted lips
show protest
to the restrain
She wants freedom
from the rope
tied around her limbs
“Say it!”
He commands
“Justice is being served
Your Honour!”
It’s Not Meant to Be
We don’t need much encouragement to ignite a thousand fireflies.
Talking about the weather is our way to keep the ambience lukewarm.
People talk about chemistry or destiny.
Though we both know that it’s the knowing which only dreamers know; the touching which only lovers fathom.
We don’t need much encouragement to spread a wild fire.
Being silent is what we can master to mask the need.
People talk about soul mates or twin flames.
For us, it’s just two people happily know each other but never feel the need to meet.
We don’t need much encouragement to burn up heaven.
Leaving without saying goodbye is the only way that we survive from each other.
People talk about love and affair.
We know too well that we choose neither.
So it’s just like we said it would be, forever perfectly perfect.
Summer Evenimg
I prefer
to catch the later ferry
I want my day ends
with this magenta glow
and jazz playing
from the floating bar
The summer breeze teases
the retiring travellers
to release a burst of energy
The bar is soon filled with
chatters
laughter
cocktails
tanned legs
burned shoulders
and nauseating perfumes
mixed with salty sweat
I prefer
to stroll along the beach
then
in the quiet
and watch the purple sky
bruising into
indigo
Information Intergrity
What they perceive
to be the truth
is not necessary
the truth.
Follow
and share responsibly.
Pragmatic
Sexy lingerie
is the kindling
disintegrating into
the furnace of passion
To buy
or not to buy
Our Time
We live in
an individualistic era
of the contemporary world
We idolise self
iPhone
ME Bank
selfie
me
me
me
more me
super dose of
ME
Ironically
we are in identity crisis
We neither know
who we are
or why we are
who we are
We constantly
think about
to be
or not to be
Everything is about
mind and mood
Everybody needs
a psychologist
We are shut out
of the world
that we so desperately
want to
and need to
belong to
The continue blurring
of moral codes
and exaggerating need
for individual rights
We are destined to
self destructions
The question is
When?
Bio
I thought writing a bio would be an easy task
Surely I can fill half a page about me
What would the reader want to know about me
What part of me that I’m willing to share
What is the connection between me and my writing
Should it be humourous
Should I just wing it
Am I overthinking
Content
I’d have loved a plantation of bamboo
to shield me from the rough weather
and chaos of the world
But I’m content with a little blue clump
shooting up narrow leaves on skinny legs
A cup of tea
a good book
for great company
Life is full
Flicker of Thoughts 