You are remembered on earth here
where the land meets the sea
Your ashes and bones vibrated
by the waves battering the rocks
unending
and yet
you are begging for more
to remind you that
your life is ongoing
after its last breath
till the ocean erodes the land
You go under the water
and be free
Photos by Cassa Bassa, Waverly cemetery, Bondi beach, Sydney, Australia
Rain always brings me surprise
Autumn burns me with her splendid colours
No one comes into my life by chance
Devine appointment has its exact time and place
October 2010 you walked into me to escape the rain
Moments in life are never random
The first time I saw you
I was an innocent child
just wanted to pull the ribbon off your hair
to see your golden locks shimmering
in the summer sun
Since then
every time I see you
I unwrap you like a present
with my delicate hands
layer by layer
to reveal the surprise
you have kept me guessing
with your mysterious charm
I always keep my childlike innocence
to receive you,
a gift
graced by God
So I think
if I take hold of the rudiment of love
I will just build on it note by note
until a love song is created
and sung in harmony
for the rest of our humble life
Halfway through
I realise I am confronted with a pattern
that will not flow in one accord
instead
it is like a stream from the mountain top
descending with the landslide
I believe it will make it on its own
landing somewhere destined by Mother Earth
In the end
I will bawl my eyes out
while
wholeheartedly celebrating
a masterpiece which we are meant to create together
but now
only you in the centre stage
surrounded by applause
without the sight of me
I have found the irony of life is that no matter how prepared you are, you still fall short of certain expectations. The typical example I can give you is that I almost always without covering when heaven decides to surprise me with a shower of rain, snow or hail.
They say ‘fail to plan is plan to fail’. Well, I know and believe me, I have been trying and doing my best to prepare for the unexpected. But I seem to manage to fall through the cracks or be an outlier which often discarded.
Thankfully there is always another side of the coin where I have been showered with random kindness and gracious love.
The rain says so many forbidden words
synchronising with every bit of fear
that she is unable to express
The infrequent sound falls on
a shaky ground built on anxious thoughts
trying to keep up with the rhythm
like catching reality in a chaotic mind
She wonders why the winter rain feels so dry
I wrote bit by bit
made up a glimpse of me
in the reflection of someone
on a glassy lake
a smudge of ripple
stole the peace
and I was undisturbed
untouched
understatedly
unnoticed
by despondency
disassociation
disappearance