everybody wants a piece of her
yes yes yes
she over commits and
feels anxious to start anything

there are so many fishes
in the sea
busy busy busy
he doesn’t like to sit in boredom
hoping to catch one

it’s a long way off freedom
who knows what tomorrow holds
let’s all wait for
the last minute revolution

what if I fail
what if I am not good enough
what if I don’t matter
how about I never start


desire is pulsating from
his hungry eyes
the intensed emerald orbs
are like lasers
piercing through
her protective aura
she is fearful of
the rawness of his passion
frighten of her vulnerabity
under the naked eye

she puts out the cigarette
retrieves to her carriage
where the billboard is out of sight
she covers her flushed décolletage
with the scarf
clears her throat
and continues to read
to her husband who
lost his eye sight
in a recent car accident



Yes people did us wrong.

If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,

It destroys us inside out,

not the offenders got destroyed.

Set ourselves free…

and we can!


I always thought
penguins are fish
fish swim
don’t they

I found out
penguins are birds

distort reality

I become more careful
judging people
by their behaviours