he is quiet and reserved
enjoys the company of
trees and wild plants
birds and insects
are his family
he tells the time
by the shadows of the woods
he knows danger
by its sound
he nurtures his soul
by going deeper and deeper
into the forest
he wears moonlight
dances by the fire
sings over the wildflowers
sleeps in the cradle of
the jungle
he is a forest child
full of vitality
harmony
and
enigma
there is time in a day
there are days in a time
we find ourselves
in between commitment
a cup of tea
butter the sky
listen to the birds’ gossips
drift to here and there
enjoy the me time
many mugs of coffee
painted all moods of the sky
witnessed the birds’ territory battles
trapped in the gap of in between
enduring the sorrow of
going no where
Make your home in me
Father Son and the Spirit
We are bound in one
You promised You are for us
Who will be against us now
Cameron has been witnessing
generations of
love and betrayal
joy and violence
secrets and parades
on this family farm
Cameron has been through
all these moments
with our ancestors
Cameron does not shy away
I bet
Cameron is not going to
Cameron has been
providing us with
a safe place for
our first kiss
our first heartbreak
our first family picnic
our first fued
our first wedding
our first unfaithfulness
our first birthday
our first burial
Cameron stays with
all of us
as long as
the sun shines
the rain waters
the wind dances
the snow crowns
I often think
will I still see Cameron
from heavens above
we rush to write about
the splendid of Spring
its full spectrum of colours
on grand display
from baby vomit yellow
to celestial blue
we point out in babbles
the full suite of green
dazzling reds and
pretty pinks
the spring festival
in the botanical garden
is so exhilarating
there is a sweaty little boy
trying his hardest to figure out
where did the flowers go
while all the other kids
waving their fingers at the hay stack
no one
there is no one
detects his vision deficiency
I start tapping
not knowing where this poem will end
like
sowing seeds to the ground
not knowing it will thrive into
a luscious green carpet lawn
or
a savage weed patch
We started this journey together
with
unknown curiosity
unquenchable thirst
not knowing how it will unfold
another Merlot gone sour
or
a dark chocolate strawberry fondue
slowly melting
enticing for more
and more
shaven head
unshaven face
in lotus zazen
watching
the bamboos grow
in saturated rain
agarwood incense
burning
in smoke of
sanctification
desire is fading
memory is fleeting
pain is dwindling
weightless
emptiness
feelingless
nothing is lacking
nothingness is blissful
mindless mad monkey
shaven head
unshaven face
in lotus zazen
watching
the world go by
too much Zen
in one day
the garden was dry
too little rain
the rain came
too much of it
too little care
for it
it rotted the garden
she was unattended
too little touch
he came
too much passion
too little care
for her
he suffocated her
you said
love is ephemeral
all the past love you had
all the shes you loved
they evaporated before
you caught breath
like silken streams
sifted through
your every dream
left impressions of
pinscreen needles
monetarily disposed
You said
you were sadden by my poems.
I said ‘Don’t be!’
Poets write about life
like scenery from the window
of a passing train,
a glimpse
a speck
of
fleeting moments.
If you just hold your breath
for a bit,
the pain and sadness,
the joy and happiness,
all will be gone
before
your next breath.
Flicker of Thoughts 