you grooved up
my Sunday morning
with a simple
bun and an egg tart
but was charmed
by that starry-eyed actor
in the movie instead
.
after he crashes
his car and died
we walked to the swing
for a bite
I was very happy indeed
but as for you
I quietly grinned
.
god blesses his soul never to arise again..
.
.
.
above all else
is a promise
wrapped in pinky
a token of intimacy
that compliments
both the mango top
and kisses smutted
on my warm
red face
a cornucopia
of many first
strewn in within
12 hours..
.
.
.
as always
we are in tune
as always
we are in need
as always
we are in love
.
as always
when we meet
the sky clears
.
despite it all..
.
.
.
8.30pm
a bear
a hug
a weep
a comfort
a row
a guitar
a talk
a settle
a tease
a smile
a caress
a strip
a moan
a relax
a shower
a lift
a walk
a car
a drive
a supper
a chat
a kiss
1.30am
.
our drama
.
.
.
Thank you jingle for this Award. Thanks to the
other poets who nominated for me to receive this.
.
.
.
a plate of mango
a bouquet of lily
a cache of jewels
a gesture of love
everything that I can possibly
draw out from my magic bag
cannot undo your perception
unless you stop harbouring
orbital assumptions like that
at times like this
let us calm down
pause and listen
to the bird tweet..
.
.
.
One night, two birds were seen arguing over
who should be tending over the nest they
both built high atop the tree. The fact is both
of them should. But because they both loved
the nest, they thought that building the nest
was all there is to do. And so, they were both
seen busily building the nest day in and day
out. For some peculiar reason, each weren’t
conscious over what the other had done and
in their haste, they forgot to stop, admire
nor praise each other for the fine handiwork.
Instead, both of them kept complaining that
the other should be doing the tending. Well,
the moon just beamed its widest smile. “It is
a strong nest!” the moon says. ” Needed no
tending..”
.
.
.
every separation
weighs heavy
jointed dilemma..
.
.
.
in the night
a poppy bloom
in my back garden
.
at dawn
a sprinkle of shower
collects at my gate
.
refreshing..
.
.
.
when one progresses in life, one needs to look back and be
grateful to those who helped us progress. our family
members, our friends, our seniors, our boss~ it is the
ultimate repayment of that one opportunity that makes us
advance and makes helping meaningful..
.
.
.
living with eccentricity
I slipped away
to embrace the sun
and stumbled upon
your cool smiles
my stylish and jaunty
sunny cheek pert
in between sips of
caramel macchiato..
.
.
.
if the drips
on your ceiling
ever freezes
into icicles
.
let my warmth
& comfort
encapsulate you
from frost bite
.
body guard..
.
.
.
my touch
has penetrated
deep into your innermost
sensuality
convulsing your
mind and emotions
into a trance-like
uncontrollable
state of adore
.
wicked me..
.
.
.
all that you can do
you have
already done
all that you can plan for
you have
already planned
all that you can decide
you have
already decided
.
mirror
.
I have
already decided
all that I can decide
I have
already planned
all that I can plan for
I have
already done
all that I can do
.
.
.
I trailed you down
that garden of reflection
and hope that you would turn away
I trailed you down
that monsoon of uncertainty
and hope that you would burn away
all those bridges of calamity and sorrow
linking our comforts and happiness
with displeasures and negativity
I trailed you down
and hope that you would
quickly discard it all away
and focus only on the goodness..
.
.
.
as I sat there helpless
watching you roughen
these two nights
with whimper
it saddens me
that my umbrella
could not shade
the vulnerability
oozing down your cheeks
.
as I sat there speechless
watching you roughen
these two nights
with whimper
where my umbrella
could not shade
and words could not reach
I held you close to me
to ease your vulnerability
.
and turn whimpers
into loving joy
oozing with promise..
.
.
.
it is no longer you and me
but us
an us
that is woven and knotted
an us
but us
happily tied to each other
.
.
.
you sparkled
the darkest of my nights
one by one like a fluffy
honeyed mustard moon..
.
you rained
posies down on me
and make me gaze up
in childlike bewilderment..
.
you pamper me
into a cow that now glow
pink lips flushing
in the bright green meadow
.
and now
you even protected me
from being sliced
by that black scary egg
.
certainly a gift
only from a true lover..
.
.
.
emptiness
desires
affirmation
fullness
wither with
suspicion
I broke my code
in distress
lost ground..
.
.
.
cupid
remain with us always
smile at us
make us open our eyes
flap your wings
blow confidence at us
shoot your arrows
when we second guess
join our hands
and jolt us up from
this slumber of doubt..
.
.
.
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