Shades of spring

Today is the first day of spring
The dry azure sky opens up
for the coming days
Shades of green set off multitude of
red, orange, yellow, violet, magenta and rose
a palette any artist is eager to ply

Where I grew up
it had a different shade of spring

A sprawling port city in a river delta
is warm and humid all year round
with no clear division of seasons
The subtropical mist brought on endless rain
It made its way through the four walls
It smelt mould
It warned me of fatigue
It made a rain loving poet
struggle to create

Father’s Day 2019

My father loves me
He forgives my every
disrespect, dishonest, disinterest
Just like when I was little
how he overlooked my every
mischief, mistake, misgiving

My father loves me
So I learned from him
my Heavenly Father is also
loving, forgiving
It left me no doubt
to follow His teaching

My father loves me
My father guided me to Him
And He guides me to
the straight and narrow path

I love you father
May you find Him
reaping what you have sowed

Magnolia

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praise the magnolias
yearning to the marble sky
arms stretching for spring

A tragic mind

she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him

he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind

day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love

she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love

now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality

Laurel hedge labyrinth

luscious green panes lead
to the heart of surrender
it hears all the secrets
like a priest listens to confession

follow the Laurel screens
to the labyrinth’s core
lay down all burdens, shame and guilt
like an arctic fox
senses the coming of spring
to shed its fur

the chance of retracing the steps
with renewed hope
a new beginning
a new spirit
a new life

Bent crown

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on a fraudulent queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the fairest in the land.’
poisoned blood reflects void from the sparkling crown jewels

rainbow trapped in the heiress’ slumber
waiting for the sympathy rain to flood the forest
when the dove brings in the royal crown
seven complexions radiating through the glass coffin

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on the rightful Queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the brightest in the land
surpassing diamonds, pearls, sapphires, emeralds and rubies’

Shut down

my heart is pounding
while my body is in sleep mode
my mind is lucid in another state

my mind is considering to
command my body to move
in a toss and turn
while is also persuading itself to
leave the body alone

‘we need to slow down the heart rate’
‘can’t do it coz she is upset and stressed’
‘let’s tell her to relax and breathe’
‘she can’t coz she is blocking us’
‘true, that’s why her body shut down’
‘yea, at least she is safe’

 

Refuge

The world is going around
and I am in it

The earth keeps spinning
I am somewhat going along
even in stationary

Everything is like high speed rail
while I am in 10x slow motion

Would we take our time
take a piss out of life
to realise its vanity
and our foolish pursuit

Forgive me who counts on me
I cannot give you
what haven’t already given to you
your dissatisfaction is not
my burden to bear
seek from the Giver
not me, a mule
merely carries its own load

I am so very tired
beyond
the burnt shoulders
the worn out sandles
the vacant mind

I need rest
there is the quiet
then there is you
the green pasture beneath my feet
a bed of clouds to dream on
a velvet blanket to shield me
a peaceful presence surpasses all understanding

I pitch a tent here
where the world becomes lovely
where humans are bearable again
only in your refuge

Peak-End Theory

I will be with you tomorrow
so yesterdays and today are sweet and memorable

I will be with you tomorrow
so we escape love’s waning and turbulence

I will be with you tomorrow
so we are engrossed in the loop of honeymoon

I will be with you tomorrow
so we are no longer subject to failure

I will be with you tomorrow
so we grow desolate and feeble

I will be with you tomorrow
for tomorrow never comes