Wednesday, July 31, 2024

 



What lies beyond, before my half shut eyes?
What manner of chef has concocted, what sumptuous fare?

An egg yolk floating above an azure soupy broth.
My tummy rumbles, my heart quakes but it is my eyes that feast...

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

A Hundred Clouds











I saw a hundred clouds that hung on painted skies,

My heart swells a thousand awes,

And weeps a million whys...

Monday, April 06, 2009

Why...

As each photo tellingly passes
I lean over + squint my weary eye

I reach for the old man glasses
And leak out a huge huge sigh

For amidst all the masses
Never... , never once I saw I 

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I sigh ...

I sigh ...
not sure why.

Thinking,
heavy heavy moping.

I tear,
behind a gentle weir.

Reminiscing,
momentous reconciliating.

I sigh ...
not sure why.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Our Fathers' Boots




The Sadness is shared, my dear friend,

Shared when I greet the staring faces in the obituaries' pages,

Shared when I hear a dear one has passed away,

Shared when I savour moments that echoes yesteryears' sighs,

Shared when old movies triggers memories long buried,

Our fathers' boots are too big for us to climb into,

We who are boys weighed down by time,

Can never hope to scale the same heights,

They who once stood so tall, they who once span all wall,

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

One Wafty Teh Tarik Morn

I sat with ipod connected to the heartstrings;
teh halia wafting its fumes in my direction;
observing pairs of eyes doing their rounds;
wondering what thoughts lies beyond the orbs.

Are they filled with the same old worries?
What tales will their masters let regale?
Do our weary feet walk the same paths?
Do our weary hearts flit to the same tunes?

Are the gazes caught, fleeting tenuous chaff?
Astirred, I trap and savour these moments;
lest they slip through the temporal cracks;
lest our paths will never again meet ...


Saturday, April 15, 2006

Midnight Showers

Last night;

I saw the midnight showers
that pelted my heart panes.



This morn;

I thought they came to wash away the pain
but it is still there, still gnawing away.


This minute;

I wait for the fabled storms, on a uprooting spree.
No more pallid showers on a midnight train.