As i sweep the rooms , water splashes around, leaving a trail. I follow it around, a dog at its tail. There are no fine bone china to be broken by bumping on to a table, i curse my good luck as i mop away…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 20
Night Thoughts The walk is both short and long One moment still part of society Next lost in the world Water rushes in the stream The stars shine overhead And I let myself think Away from the noise of the world I walk to…
tossing towels in the forest
someone tossed the towel in the quiet of the forest morning if a tree gives up in a forest while no one is watching does it make a sound? does it even fall? or will pride glue its branches to the sky standing vindictevely though…
Warning
This is the longest day of the year The sun will be at its hottest There will be calving Get to the Kampong Collect the children and rambutan the waves won’t wait for Sunday or for a list of those still running away Philip V….
21~22
I feed her by hand I give her my heart She struggles to swallow She hates us apart My pretty pretty princess ‘Twas love at first sight She snuggles in bed By my head in the dark Lies by my side…
Awakened
How do I even awaken myself? Knowing the fact, for that too now, would need your help… When destiny’s decision, through you, was to part the ways, Can’t now even think to close the eyes, for now to even keep dreams away… Had given a…
Silent Beach
Get a rope! We can climb down to virgin sand never to escape again then climb back up this jagged cliff. Back to life!
Do you have a refuge
Do You Have a Refuge? Trials of life will come – no need to pray for that All you need is to be a human being Failures and disappointments will come – I do not pray it for any It’s just what it is…
Hour 20: Night Stroll
My body shivers I blame the freezing wind Oh it’s not, I forgot to wear thick jacket Human has to adapt Not blaming the situation I grin The sky is dark I should get home But it’s still far away I see the sturdy building…
Nor Nothing
Honduras’ hot sauce nor Budapest’s boat ride nor my inventions nor steps backward nor silence in empty spaces hair folded over steamed pores wine over tongue Vinegar and poison flesh burning hair smouldering ears filled with noise nor this nor that nor barefoot…