Like a rainbow
I can only exist
With the existence of the sun.
Without you
I am a rainbow
Colourful but pale in soul
Hidden by the clouds
Invisible
Ceased to exist.
Put a rainbow
In the desert
Let the sun shines
Even with a slight drizzle
Your boundless love
Makes my soul colourful
Visible
And lively.
I need the sun
As you need the rainbow
To make this panorama complete.
With bountiful showers
Of love
Of understanding
Of patience
The rainbow and the sun
Will not fail to exist
As long as the earth still spins.
29 April 2008, Tuesday
3:43pm
Friday, February 1, 2013
Not Even In My Verse It Will Be Told
I can still remember
It was first light at first sight
Sheets and sheets of silks of luminous colour
Weaving through into my heart:
It was so breathtaking
I almost believed I had stopped breathing.
Changing colours ever so swiftly
Brushing away the dryness in my soul:
I was ready to paint my life
A love story that would last for a lifetime.
I don't recall
Observing sunsets in sunrises
Stripes and stripes of deep sulking colours
Eating into the weary heart:
It was so heartbreaking
I could no longer hear my heart breaking.
Draining briskly the colours from my skin
My soul returned to its usual grey:
My love story may not come true
In a canvas painted with lies not truth.
I almost forgot
It was calm twilight in display
Rows and rows of radiant stars
Singing tunefully to my heart:
It was so heavenly
I thought I was by now in heaven.
Through my colourless soul
It was raining sorrowful blood:
A love story remained untold Not even in my verse it will be told.
11 April 2008, Friday
3:40am
It was first light at first sight
Sheets and sheets of silks of luminous colour
Weaving through into my heart:
It was so breathtaking
I almost believed I had stopped breathing.
Changing colours ever so swiftly
Brushing away the dryness in my soul:
I was ready to paint my life
A love story that would last for a lifetime.
I don't recall
Observing sunsets in sunrises
Stripes and stripes of deep sulking colours
Eating into the weary heart:
It was so heartbreaking
I could no longer hear my heart breaking.
Draining briskly the colours from my skin
My soul returned to its usual grey:
My love story may not come true
In a canvas painted with lies not truth.
I almost forgot
It was calm twilight in display
Rows and rows of radiant stars
Singing tunefully to my heart:
It was so heavenly
I thought I was by now in heaven.
Through my colourless soul
It was raining sorrowful blood:
A love story remained untold Not even in my verse it will be told.
11 April 2008, Friday
3:40am
It Is This Same Soul
It is this same soul: mine for now,
but not previously,
and not in the future,
which has lived in this world since its existence,
disguised in different forms, genders,
emotions and intelligence,
shall have no recollection of any of them at all.
It is this same soul: wil be unrecognizable,
which will go on living until it ceases in existence,
carrying with him all the deeds and sins
he has brought upon himself in this life,
and inherited all who came before him,
and do so after him.
It is this same soul: belongs to no one,
which I merely borrow for a limited time,
in this lifetime, to be myself:
to be an aritst, a poet,
to taste what life is all about:
pain, love, happiness and suffering,
to explore what is installed for me
before I pass it on to someone else.
It is this same soul: the very same soul,
whoever it belongs to at the end of the journey
is in my possession, in my control now:
I am responsible for the inheritor's life,
believes to be mine; how I want it to be,
as the person before me
who was responsible for what I am today,
which I cannot change but to receive all
as they come my way.
2 April 2008, Wednesday
2:13am
but not previously,
and not in the future,
which has lived in this world since its existence,
disguised in different forms, genders,
emotions and intelligence,
shall have no recollection of any of them at all.
It is this same soul: wil be unrecognizable,
which will go on living until it ceases in existence,
carrying with him all the deeds and sins
he has brought upon himself in this life,
and inherited all who came before him,
and do so after him.
It is this same soul: belongs to no one,
which I merely borrow for a limited time,
in this lifetime, to be myself:
to be an aritst, a poet,
to taste what life is all about:
pain, love, happiness and suffering,
to explore what is installed for me
before I pass it on to someone else.
It is this same soul: the very same soul,
whoever it belongs to at the end of the journey
is in my possession, in my control now:
I am responsible for the inheritor's life,
believes to be mine; how I want it to be,
as the person before me
who was responsible for what I am today,
which I cannot change but to receive all
as they come my way.
2 April 2008, Wednesday
2:13am
I Had A Chat With Some Cats
I had a chat with some cats
A feline showed me her black silky tail
It was wickedly severed
Almost cut off from her sexy rear
I was told, the pain is unbearable
It affects her appetite
She asked me why
Human are such cruel animals
To carry out such mean act on her
For she is expecting,
So petite as to compare to human beings
It wrung my heart to hear her plea.
A male cat with bob tail
Neatly dressed in thick white-brownish fur
He said, children are real monsters
Too often they frighten him with sudden shriek
When he takes a nap or nibbles at his food
Survival is tough in a cat's world, he lamented
The other night at a food stall
He sat up straight asking for food
Instead he was kicked by a gigantic human foot
His abdomen is still bruised
Why he repeated twice
All he wanted was some left-over
Which would go to waste anyway
I looked at him and was ashamed of my kind.
Came a kitten, goodness, skinny and frail
It was so disheartening to hear his tale
He was an abandoned kitten
Taken away from his mother
By an ignorant and irresponsible man
He wasn't sure if he would make it
Now he has to fend for himself on the street
In this world taken by cruel human beings
I have to agree and felt so sorry for him.
I wished I could do more than just chat
The cats wished my fellow men realized
That this earth is not solely their property
Cats too have equal rights to it
They must be humane
And stop behaving like animals.
11 March 2008, Tuesday
12:29am
A feline showed me her black silky tail
It was wickedly severed
Almost cut off from her sexy rear
I was told, the pain is unbearable
It affects her appetite
She asked me why
Human are such cruel animals
To carry out such mean act on her
For she is expecting,
So petite as to compare to human beings
It wrung my heart to hear her plea.
A male cat with bob tail
Neatly dressed in thick white-brownish fur
He said, children are real monsters
Too often they frighten him with sudden shriek
When he takes a nap or nibbles at his food
Survival is tough in a cat's world, he lamented
The other night at a food stall
He sat up straight asking for food
Instead he was kicked by a gigantic human foot
His abdomen is still bruised
Why he repeated twice
All he wanted was some left-over
Which would go to waste anyway
I looked at him and was ashamed of my kind.
Came a kitten, goodness, skinny and frail
It was so disheartening to hear his tale
He was an abandoned kitten
Taken away from his mother
By an ignorant and irresponsible man
He wasn't sure if he would make it
Now he has to fend for himself on the street
In this world taken by cruel human beings
I have to agree and felt so sorry for him.
I wished I could do more than just chat
The cats wished my fellow men realized
That this earth is not solely their property
Cats too have equal rights to it
They must be humane
And stop behaving like animals.
11 March 2008, Tuesday
12:29am
Where Do I Go?
Where do I go
when the trees die,
when the ponds dry?
I fear I may not meet my parents
across the sea.
Woud I still see my siblings
before the river?
I want to remember everything I have now,
and pretend to take a sip at the river
which I must stop before crossing the bridge.
I hope the candles will lit
when I walk down the dark road,
and burn all the unrest spirits
disrupting my journey:
It all depends on my deeds.
How much blood do I have to give?
And how many level of earth
do I have to travel
before it matches my sin?
If the light visited and led me to my parents,
Or darkness blinded me created by my being
and fall into the seventeenth level of fire,
All I asked from you, whoever you maybe
Is to hold onto my hands, don't let go.
3 March 2008, Monday
4:28pm
when the trees die,
when the ponds dry?
I fear I may not meet my parents
across the sea.
Woud I still see my siblings
before the river?
I want to remember everything I have now,
and pretend to take a sip at the river
which I must stop before crossing the bridge.
I hope the candles will lit
when I walk down the dark road,
and burn all the unrest spirits
disrupting my journey:
It all depends on my deeds.
How much blood do I have to give?
And how many level of earth
do I have to travel
before it matches my sin?
If the light visited and led me to my parents,
Or darkness blinded me created by my being
and fall into the seventeenth level of fire,
All I asked from you, whoever you maybe
Is to hold onto my hands, don't let go.
3 March 2008, Monday
4:28pm
Sunday, June 24, 2012
It Is One Of Those Nights
It is one of those nights
Beside other stuff
My aged parents came into frame
Lord Buddha
Please keep them strong and safe
This prayer is nothing new
It is as old as my age
How I have grown old
Seeing their hair turning gray too
Their bodies shrink and wrinkle
But they are my parents
And may not be so in my next life
Still I pray
Lord Buddha
Please bestow them with great health
I still submit to a childhood belief
On Chinese New Year eve
I will stay up late
So my parents will live into old age
Lord Buddha
Please answer my prayer
It is one of those nights
I think of my parents and pray
Lord Buddha...
Lord Buddha...
Before I slip into my many dreams
1 March 2008, Saturday
1:19am
Beside other stuff
My aged parents came into frame
Lord Buddha
Please keep them strong and safe
This prayer is nothing new
It is as old as my age
How I have grown old
Seeing their hair turning gray too
Their bodies shrink and wrinkle
But they are my parents
And may not be so in my next life
Still I pray
Lord Buddha
Please bestow them with great health
I still submit to a childhood belief
On Chinese New Year eve
I will stay up late
So my parents will live into old age
Lord Buddha
Please answer my prayer
It is one of those nights
I think of my parents and pray
Lord Buddha...
Lord Buddha...
Before I slip into my many dreams
1 March 2008, Saturday
1:19am
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Uncertainties
I'm a living corpse
In broad daylight
A drifting spirit
By night
Future is uncertain
Gloom and dark
Life is hollow
Empty and false
In broad daylight
A drifting spirit
By night
Future is uncertain
Gloom and dark
Life is hollow
Empty and false
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