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    

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 

Through The Window

Through the window
Stained by dull soot
I saw two men walking, heads down whispering
They stopped and started kissing
Disgusting? What do you think?

They are God's children
Created by non-other than Him
Neatly selected the ingredients
That make them an inimitable being
For the universe to be astounded
Of his ingenuity He possessed.
His decision! Who is to blame?

Denying their existence
Doesn't make a human inhumane
Forbidding their love for each other
Make a person loves no less
Unquestionably a renouncement of God
Non acceptance of His ingenuity
What do you think?

Through the window
Though stained by dull soot
My vision is flawless.


29 February 2008, Friday
3:25am 

If I Don't Fret

If I don't fret
Does it mean that I don't care?
If i don't pray
Does it make me anti God?
Don't be such a naive soul
Living in this world of lies
For what you don't see, the flowers exist
For what you see, heaven may not be real.

Why should I show that I fret?
Not that they care
They just want to know why flowers wither
Not as to why I fret but as to why weeds grow.

I don't have to tell even if I fret
They will not remember
Instead, they add some silly spice
As they relate it to others.

It is still up to me to find solutions
In God's praises, I will not fret
Blank to the world, a likeness in the mirror.

So, why should I show that I fret?


28 February 2008, Thursday
11:45pm                

The Flowers Are Talking

In the room drapes with heavy curtains
A speckle of sunlight creeps in between
Donning themselves in different shades of colours
The flowers are talking.

Dainty daisies, brilliant lilies, elegant roses
All crystal crowned in exquisite vases
They come in different form of classes
Carry an air of individual distinction.

Beautiful as they are, sophisticated they may be
Put them together in the same vase
They will get on each other's nerves.

Distinguished by their nurtured personalities
They talk of nothing but of one common interest.

In this room, the flowers are displayed in rows
Adorned by hues and brushes
They are men favourite subject matter.

Their timeless beauty are framed
While time eats into their petals.
What difference does it make?
They wither all the same.


18 February 2008, Monday
8:27pm

Thorns And Roses

Thorns and roses
Creations of God
Equal rights to live
Equal rights to love

Be it passion of
Thorns and roses
Roses and thorns
Be it affection of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Blessings showered
Equal from above

A sin it is not for
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
To love and adore
To care for one another

Never inscribed
Only a tale
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Is forbidden love

Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Like any reflections
On mirror the eyes see
Like any ordinary
Roses and thorns
Strolling on the streets

Despise not souls of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
A feeling blessed
By the almighty Him

Embrace with open heart
The existence of
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Just as God embraces
His delightful
Roses and thorns 


28 September 2004,Tuesday
5:59pm

Thorns To Thorns, Roses To Roses

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
A sin it is not
But creation of God

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Just a common soul
Like the lot of us

Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Deride them not
They are family too

Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Their loves are as pure
Just like me and you

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Beautiful beings alike
Love is for you too

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Despise you not
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Why do you?


27 September 2004, Monday
4:29pm

Under The Dull Moonlight

Under the dull moonlight I saw a restless shape
Speckles of light fell upon his face

Sitting on the stairs facing the lake
Radiant eyes but empty gaze

Breezily I strolled by, stole glances dare I
To send a smile I was predictably shy

Inhaled enough courage I made another trip
Slowing down my pace, nervously I greeted

Returned with a smile, we started to chat
My heart ran wild, hidden in cold sweat

Tickling fast was the hour, midnight came uninvited
Let this night lasts forever, let my prayer be heard

Speckles of light fell upon my eyes
Under the dull moonlight
We bid goodbye


13 August 2004, Friday
5:30pm