Between my darkness
Your flickering ray of hope
Goodbye, Mother Earth
goodbye
Paralysed
Some have called love’s stare
A paralytic agent
Gladly submitted
Tinted Glasses
Tinted glasses
Having passes
A pause in reality
The Sun gets dark
You spied a lark
Diminished mobility
As it stands now
I take a bow
My job is done as of today
Few miles apart
Like in my heart
I don’t think of you as I pray
Haiku for 13/6
A year spent with you
Gave me reasons to live past
My twenty-third year
Farewell
names written in stone
tears shed for disorder
there comes a time
where dreams lay to rest
and by and by
do the trees sing
“oh how wonderful,
how beautiful
is love
from smooth spring
from scorching summer
from agile autumn
from windswept winter”
trees that
turn over a new leaf
do so without fail
just to survive
they don’t hold out
for succulent spring
nor supreme summer
nor authentic autumn
nor wise winter
but yet I’m here
wondering
thinking
hoping
yearning
wishing
for you
like a flower waiting
to bloom in time
but
it has been never
since forever
and never is a long time
longer than
forever.
Haiku for 24/3
Five years after her
Fifty years you helped us grow
Goodbye Lee Kuan Yew
Last Thought
May this be the last I think of you
When I walk down the streets
And a cat leaps onto my path
Crying for a little attention
May this be the last I think of you
When I turn on the television
And the drama tells of a love story
That started great, yet gone all awry
May this be the last I think of you
When I find myself in a bookshop
And the books all scream for my touch
To find hidden gems between them
May this be the last I think of you
When I hear songs sung in French
And the singer reaches a high note
Holding it beyond all belief
May this be the last I think of you
When I write down this poem
And your words still linger like a breeze
Memories are but a cursed blessing
