Poetic Gestures

Can You Hear Me?

2012-01-23T03:01:00.001+08:00

Inspired by a song in my head, Can You Hear Me? by Kim Tae Yeon. With the same title, the content is however different, inspired entirely by a woman who entered my life recently.

To the impossible,
Forbidden and unreachable.
To the ones who go against,
Keep me away and shakes their heads.
I walk by with respect,
Please..
Can I just tell her my heart?
My love,
Can you hear me?
That day you left me breathless,
Now each breath a painful one.
Your very being,
Must I keep as just a beautiful memory?
Should I walk away,
Not knowing where our possibility lies?
My dearest,
Can you hear me?
Is fate so easy to ignore?
That you easily leave our could be destiny,
Hanging with a full stop.
Do I walk this life,
Wondering and wandering,
To find one like you?
My precious one,
Can you hear me?
May I wait for what seemed impossible?
And wish the wheel to turn?
Can I keep this adoration,
So I could keep until my hair turn white,
So that I can wake up everyday,
Seeing your smile in my heart?
My Sunshine,
Can you hear me?
Sigh...
Can you hear me...?

My Muse

2012-01-21T21:44:00.001+08:00

After so long, I have stopped writing any poems. Partly because my workplace have limited my writing passion until this person came into my life, wetting my inspirations and ideas, until now. So today, I will write this poem on My Muse.

Was tired,
Drained.
Was demotivated,
Nasty halt!
Mental blocked,
Giving up,
Giving in.
What is the point?
Nothing inspire,
Nothing from thoughts,
Nothing from heart.
Sigh...
Then here she comes,
Into my life.
The more I knew her,
The more she amazes me.
Such intervention,
Creates an opening,
Removed mental blocks,
Render mind activation,
Repaired the idea machine,
Renewed the inspiration chest,
Relive my passionate heart.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I finally found my muse.

Unexpected love

2012-01-15T05:14:00.000+08:00

Its funny when you are in love and never realised it. It happened to me recently and I have never expected it to be so deep. I am no Chinese writer but her inspiration upon me is so strong that I wrote this poem entirely in Chinese pin yin (romanised Chinese) and it was transformed into Chinese characters by good friend and a brother, Stephen. Thanks bro.

This is for you, my beloved - the girl who has touched my heart and soul.

我的最愛 Wo De Jui Ai (My beloved)

wo de jui ai
我的最愛

hao duo hua
好多話

wo xing siang shuo
我心想說

hao duo qing
好多情

wo xing siang biao da
我心想表達

Hui bu hui wo jen de ai shang le ni
會不會我真的愛上了你

hui bu hui jai wo xing zong je you ni yi ge
會不會在我心中只有你一個

dan bu guan she me ching guang sia
但不管什麼情況下

she me jie guo dou hao
什麼結果都好

bu kuan lei jai wo xing liu zhe
不管淚在我心裡流著

shi duo guo yan de
是多過從眼裡流的

jui zhong yao ni kuai le
最重要你快樂

jui zhong yao ni yong yuan you na ge mei li de siao rong
最重要你永遠都有那個美麗的笑容

na jiu shi wo de ju fu
這就是我的幸福

wo jie de wo hui yong yuen de ai ni
我覺得我永遠都會愛你

zhe, wo she bu hui hou hui de shi
對, 我來說是不會後悔的事

dan shi je xie biao qing she bu nen da shen shuo
但是這些表情是不能大聲說

zhe ke yi ba fang jai wo xing zong
這可以放在我心中

bian chen wo jui mei de hui yi
變成我最美的回憶

Whole Poem in Chinese characters:

我的最愛
好多話
我心想說
好多情
我心想表達
會不會我真的愛上了你
會不會在我心中只有你一個
但不管什麼情況下
什麼結果都好
不管淚在我心裡流著
是多過從眼裡流的
最重要你快樂
最重要你永遠都有那個美麗的笑容
這就是我的幸福

我覺得我永遠都會愛你
對我來說是不會後悔的事
但是這些表情是不能大聲說
這可以放在我心中
變成我最美的回憶

BAKUTEH!!

2012-01-08T17:00:00.000+08:00

I had bakuteh with her on the first meeting. The eager wait made me write this for her :)

BAKUTEH!!
Bakuteh, bakuteh,
Delicious and juicy porks,
Simmered and brewed,
In aromatic herbal stew,
So heavenly with every sip,
So lip-smacking with every bite.
Crispy 'yao cha kueh',
Yummy mushrooms
Crunchy 'tau fu pok',
No need to think,
Just throw it in!
One big clay pot of bakuteh,
Two bowls of rice,
Two smiling faces,
What a great Sunday,
What a wonderful day!

Supermarket Love

2012-01-06T21:41:00.000+08:00

I met her at the supermarket after our class. My thoughts were just filled with words. It's called...

Supermarket Love

One look,
I thought I saw an angel.
As if blinded by the lights,
Almost mesmerizing,
Even if I'm just standing,
In a brightly lit supermarket.
One more glimpse,
Oh, it's someone I knew,
How embarrassing,
Silly look on my face,
Surely there must be a reason,
Why I was speechless,
Knees weaken,
A split second paused.
Another look,
Smiles flashes,
I stood there numb,
What could be wrong with me,
Is it her smile or just my indigestion?
Now it's imprinted,
Chiseled unto my heart,
The whole encounter,
Remain an unforgettable mystery.

Wishes upon wishes

2010-12-10T14:18:00.001+08:00

To my love.

I wish I can capture the breeze on my camera,
So I can keep it in an album,
To show my love how cooling it is.
I wish I can gather the clouds,
And stuff them into a pillow case,
So my love can lay her head on.
I wish I can pick up a sunbeam,
And place it in a jar,
In case it gets too dark for my love.
I wish I can pull in a length of silver lining,
And weave a blanket,
So my love can cover herself in hope.
I wish I can be all I can be,
And make the best of what I wished for,
So my love can get the best of what I can give.

The First Draft of Being in Love

2010-03-20T12:47:00.009+08:00

To a woman whose beauty exceeds altitude of subtlety and overwhelms the depth of consciousness. I call this, The First Draft of a Heart in Love:

Elevated thoughts ricochet in my mind,
Just when I am settling for new sentiments,
Just when I am sitting for the next tests of life,
Blissfully captured my very heart.
A newly found inspiration,
A freshly imprint of love,
How magnifying to the soul,
Deepen the heartfelt passion.
Soft gentle eyes of brownish hazel,
Piercing through my very person,
Mending the doubts that has rationed in within,
Bringing out expressions only I alone can comprehend.
Moonbeam seems brighter,
Smiles seem wider,
Times seem more precious,
Such natural instincts knowing I've met an angel.
Work has become a thing of efficiency,
Stressfulness has become a thing of ignorance,
Such is the love driven strength,
Only in her I found.
Acknowledging this step I am now taking,
With a heart that has since never stop beating,
The first draft of being in love,
Are now taking form,
Into a greatest love story ever written.

Virgo Woman

2010-02-17T10:42:00.012+08:00

What a woman you are,
You can drive a person up the wall,
Words of criticism is not surprising,
Your ego is way over your head.
You, who brings the worst out of a person,
Who almost seem heartless at times,
Emotionless, hard, high in expectations, over rational, know-it-all and what not,
Those are your defenses,
Thick walls that surrounds you,
Secure your vulnerability,
Closeted your gentleness, your kindness, sensuality, emotions and your needs of attention.
You hold back love, care and the ability to be interested,
You scoff at expressiveness, sensitivity and inability to be in control.
Your pretentious, frontal self centred-ness and perfectionism are your controlled ground.
Opening up made you insecure,
Giving you the need to hold on to a stronghold of trust and reliability.
All these and more.
What a woman you are.
And yet I love who you are,
Your imperfections completes me.

Bittersweet You

2010-02-04T11:15:00.005+08:00

Such a character, I believe those who encounter her will experience this, and its these kind of bittersweetness that will keep those who fell for her a new kind of love level. This inspired me to write this poem about her. I called it, "Bittersweet You".

Bittersweet you,
You are aloof and nonchalant most the time,
Expressiveness is hardly present,
Hidden well behind your beauty.
Bittersweet you,
Your words are stinging at times,
But your discreet attentiveness ,
Are like invisible little wonders floating around you.
Bittersweet you,
Always worries and restless,
Yet your soft gentle care,
Silently magnify through your glances.
Bittersweet you,
Your firmness comes from your words,
Your independence comes from your actions,
Still, your eyes twinkle subtle eagerness,
That captures the very me.
Bitterness you,
You are efficient in professionalism,
Perfectionism in productivity is your goal,
Though its you being you that amazes me.
Bittersweet you,
Your contradictions blow me out of proportions,
Wonderful you are to the very me,
Melting the core of my very heart.
Bittersweet you,
Never before I've encounter such bittersweetness,
Sucked me in like a tornado,
Swept me off like a hurricane,
Struck me like an arrow.
My bittersweet you,
You gave me something,
No one has given before,
A yearn for that long-lasting aftertaste.

Titleless Thoughts

2009-12-19T03:08:00.003+08:00

This is where the end starts to begin,
Where heart only seeks what it feels,
Find out what it means,
Tell it like how it seems.
Emotions are like petitions,
How do I sign up,
And where?
Cover up lingering thoughts,
Chisel out the ones that make sense,
Perhaps that's where most answers are.
They say emotions are normally risks,
It could be a wonderful bliss,
If only one could understand the outcome.
Oddness is not easily hidden,
Just simply there for most to find out,
Most of the time it's all about acceptance.
This may seem like unending blabbers,
From a person whom life seems uncertain,
But in actual fact, she makes more sense,
Than how paragraph of words used to explain it.
Suddenly, it is all so simple,
The answers are just in front of my eyes,
Being myself is all that I need.
Acceptance may come,
Additions and changes will work themselves out.

Number 9

2009-09-09T11:41:00.001+08:00

9 is cool,
9 is super,
Why did I say that?
Why don't I doubt?
Because...

9 is an awesome ambigram,
9 can be 6 if you twist it around.
Put them together,
A 69 or 96,
I don't mind at any weather.
9 sounds like "nice",
In Chinese it sounds like "forever".
Forever and ever,
Ever and after,
After and more after,
Either way,
It's now or never.
9 is the last in single numbers,
The last before 10,
Which makes it an event,
One can never amend.
Then there is the word "nine",
It's just sounded so fine,
Don't need no crime,
To make it so refined.
So appreciate the 9,
The one and only time,
In this year it shines,
Another 90 years for 9.9.2099!

Valentine For Close Friends

2009-02-14T00:51:00.000+08:00

Valentine wishes to my close friends!

Here comes Valentine,
All bucked up and ready to shine,
Leaving no trace of loneliness behind,
Only more love, wishes and good wine,
Makes you feel that you're on cloud 9.
So friends, buddies and pals of mine,
This is my hugs to you all for the great times,
And all the great memories that are hard to find,
Again, to you all I wish a happy Valentine,
With friendships that will forever bind.

I love you, guys! Thanks for being there for me!

Valentine For My Dearest

2009-02-14T00:40:00.005+08:00

I wrote this poem for the one whom is and ever will be the one and only constellation in my heart:

This Valentine,
The thoughts of you on my mind.
Though many situations got us confined,
Though many challenges still undefined,
Our wishes will come true in time,
Our hopes will be for us to find.
As love grows along the line,
As care never cease to shine,
Is where we will find,
The moments that are forever yours and mine.

This Love

2009-01-28T03:27:00.006+08:00

I have been quite hasty when it comes to love. And yet when I met her, the woman whom I am in love with and still very much are, changes my perspective in love. When every time I looked back to the previous "I love yous", I realised that "This Love" I have for her, is beyond everything I have thought love to be. Thus, this poem, choices of words I used, portrays the exact thoughts on love I have now.

This love has been patient with me.
When everything happened so fast,
It waited for me,
Reversing my extreme predicament,
Mellowing my intense heart,
Settled my irrationality,
Putting my feelings in place.
This love has been honest with me,
When I overpoured my feelings,
It kept me mum,
Patched back the outburst,
Stopping me from acting too much,
Telling me to treasure the moment,
To appreciate the person truly.

That's Life

2008-12-14T03:02:00.003+08:00

I wrote this in a bar, another of my ten minutes poem. That moment, I saw my best friend in that circle of feeling totally used and unloved. But she is strong. This poem is for you, girl.

Who is to say there is a perfect something?
What is to prove there is an ideal situation?
What's done is done,
What has happened has happened.
Sometimes possibility is nonchalant,
Sometimes life is blunt.
Not everything is rainbow,
Not everything is pit hole as well.
One cannot stop a wheel from turning,
One cannot keep it moving to a certain extent at the same time.
Each to their own,
Each to their own timing.
That's life.

Passing Days

2008-10-19T23:44:00.006+08:00

Today is my birthday, a good day to write another poem. This poem is generated with a combination of random thoughts.

Passing days

Swooshing pass blissfulness,
Became contentment,
Come of age,
It is another phase of life.
Song is getting faster,
So is the dancing,
At the end of the song,
It is all good.
As if stepping into a new world,
Alas! It's only another year passed,
So what, I said,
It's a whole new day.
Live it,
Embrace it.

Passing days,

Still the journey goes on.

A Note Of Love

2008-05-07T01:59:00.003+08:00

I wrote this for my love.

My dear,
You have tamed my wild heart,
Pieced back my scattered soul,
Accepted my habitual flaws,
Restored my dried up passion,
Gave me the hope I've misplaced,
Reminded me that love still existed,,
Raised my once low spirit,
Put a drive in my determination,
Supported my sometimes weary life,
Understood my comings and goings,
Knowing me in any way, any angle.

You are indeed,
A woman's woman,
A woman after my own heart.

Chances are

2008-03-13T00:56:00.003+08:00

My tangled up thoughts plus emotions, brought me this far to writing this.

Chances are...
What?
How?
Can you answer to that?
Can you love a person so far?
Is it possible?
How?
Haven't even met her.
How?
I don't know.
Crazy about a person?
What are the chances?
What is the possibilities?
That heart squeezing motion.
Crazy even when thinking about it.
How can I say I love you,
To a person thousands of miles away.
How can I say I am in love with you,
I haven't even seen you.
I want to know.
Is it possible?
Chances are?
How?
I don't know.
Stop thinking of you?
Can I?
Why am I feeling as such?
Chances are,
I am really in love.
But how?
I don't know.

Something about the heat

2008-02-24T11:38:00.003+08:00

Complaining about the heat? Let's be positive, shall we? :)

Oh the heat!
A season for drum beats,
To force the water and warmth to meet,
Creating rain and cloudy feat.
How does one know if they can stand the heat?
Feels it skin deep,
Sweat forms like beads,
Collected enough to swim in it.
Nevertheless it’s not enough to make one weep,
Get tanned and lose those tweeds.
Ice lemon tea and ice cream treat,
Wet loose hair, and sexy indeed,
Not regretting the heat,
In fact quite pleased.

Obsession

2008-02-24T10:06:00.003+08:00

Have you always wonder what is Obsession or how is obsession like?

Obsession, obsession,
Could it be obsession?
When you miss her everyday.
Think of her every moment.
Define obsession.
Desiring for a person?
Wanting to spend time with her?
Or when the watch becomes your frequent sight?
Obsessed with a person,
How can one be sure?
A brief meeting is like stepping into heaven?
Or hearing her voice leave you breathless?
How does it feel being obsessed?
Does it count,
If whatever she does,
Be it silly act or just a gesture,
Brings a smile across your face,
And soften your heart?
Tell me is it obsession!
Is it the throbbing heartache?
Or wanting to hold her,
When her eyes formed tears?
Or when sorrow filled her heart?
Obsession!
Genuine tears?
Unbelievable comfort?
Hint of jealousy?
Passion?
Not being obsessed at all?
Not able to unlove?
Obsession, please tell me.

Pause

2008-02-21T21:20:00.004+08:00

I paused when I decided to write this poem.

Have you ever felt like everything is a pause?
Everything stopped.
A pause.
Just in time for you to look around.
A longer pause.
And think. Long enough to think.
Sometimes you would end up in blankness,
Where everything ceased to function,
Your mind will grope in that mass darkness.
Emptiness. Nothingness. A pause.
Grasping wind. Holding on to a pause.
You snapped out of your pause,
Continuing with your work,
Pause.
A short pause.
You can’t help but to look around again.
It is but a pause.
You find that pausing is annoying,
When you stop typing,
You are pausing.
When you stop reading,
You are pausing.
When you stop crying,
You are pausing.
Then you realized that it is unavoidable.
It is but a pause.
For reflections.
Religions. Epiphany.
Friend. Lover.
It is but a pause.

Glances

2008-02-21T21:11:00.004+08:00

This poem is always in my heart; when it is the right person, I will experience the "Glances".

Sweet is the first glance from you,
As it leads to the second, third and to the next.
Soft and subtle as it is,
When the glances met,
Is like a tender pierce to my soul.
As if automatic,
It rendered my heart to burst,
Pounding rapidly on my inner chest wall.
Be still my heart, I seem to tell myself,
It is just a glance or two.
Cursed are those mesmerizing glances,
The gentleness that appeals and captures my soul.
And yet, an apparent calmness overwhelms me,
A simple adoration ascends in within,
Something I never seem to mind,
Even if it cracks my mind shielding from it.
Strategies upon strategies,
Planning upon planning.
What are the ways to hide,
From your soft, subtle brown eyes.
With just a glance can produce such effect,
On a being like me.
A heart that was once harden,
Are yielding to such glances.
As much as I wish to give in,
I will leave all as it is,
With the memory of your glances,
In my mind,
And the experience of its effect,
In my soul.

A girl and her bedroom window

2008-02-21T01:17:00.004+08:00

This is a poem I've written one night 2 years ago, a thought of myself when I was 11. A sweet poem.

At a window of a dim lit room,
Stood leaning out, a girl about eleven,
In her pajamas, holding her pillow.
Looking up the sky with twinkles in her eyes,
Reflection of the star lit sky.
Wondering with her mind,
Reaching with her soul.
One day she told herself,
She will be like the stars,
Shining brightly in the night sky.
Hugging her pillow closer to her,
The wind blew softly on her cheek.
I will be like the soft wind too,
She said to herself, smiling even wider.

A knock on her bedroom door,
Awakens her from all her thoughts.
Daddy came in to say good night,
It is time to slumber.
Tomorrow is another day.
What is going to happen she will not know,
All she know, all she waits for is,
Another night she gets to stand at her window again.
Perhaps I will decide to be something else tomorrow,
She whispered to herself as she closed her eyes.

Valentine's Day

2008-02-14T22:11:00.006+08:00

Inspire by someone far but close to my heart. And to
all, Happy Valentine's Day!

What a day!
Valentine's Day.
Flowers everywhere,
For those you really care.
Chocolate so sweet,
Even smiles, double the width.
Florists' happiest time,
Chocolate stores open overtime.
Hearts are bouncing,
Lips are kissing,
There's hugging, hugging, hugging!
Wait, what's missing?
Ah...Yes, its you I'm missing.
This Valentine's Day,
What a day!
But for you,
Anything will do.

For more webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language, go to xkcd.com/223/

Still Loving You

2008-01-15T09:21:00.001+08:00

Simple expression of my heart this morning.

Still loving you,
God knows why.
I can't say,
I won't say.
Once is enough,
Twice is enough,
Rejection is not the thing,
Losing you, my life can't afford.
You are my first,
The one I'm in love with,
You are the one,
I am willing to wait for,
Just a word will do.
I guess lover we will not be,
But friends we are ever close.
If one day you were to come to me,
And my heart is not taken,
I am yours forever.
How it goes,
It doesn't seem to matter,
Because I know,
I am still loving you.

Crashes

2008-01-09T14:24:00.001+08:00

To be one who wants to love but can't.

Crashes

Trying.
Trying so hard.
Holding back so much.
Teeth clenching force.
That strong a feeling,
What can a girl do?
Containing.
Containing.
Containing.
Containing.
For goodness sake,
Its exploding!
How could one say no?
To such intense feeling?
So much yearning.
Thinking.
Wanting.
Wishing.
Needing.
Hoping...
Enduring made possible,
Sleeps taken away,
Rests became a test,
Another cycle starting.
The same old cycle,
New situation.
What a situation...
What a situation...
Emotions swarming,
Normality sounds so vague.
Natural poison of emotions,
Is seeping in slowly,
Surely...
So much love,
So much passion,
Another wrongly pressed button.
Reasoning.
Reasoning.
But heart matter...
How much can one reason?
Emotions against emotions,
Emotions versus reasons,
Pressures.
Pressures.
Pressures.
Crashes.
Big time.

Dawn

2008-01-07T17:58:00.001+08:00

Inspired by one who bears the name, someone who reminds me of the beginning of the day.
I named this poem, Dawn.

Like wonders you emerges,
Shining through me,
Touches my heart,
Settles my soul.
A vision can you imagine,
I thank God for every morning,
Its so true...
The wait is aching,
Everyday is an anticipation.
When the first daylight begin,
It is all about you,
Even if its just a glimpse,
Its a glimpse worth a lifetime.
I do wonder...
How is it like...
Holding such wonder in my arms,
Embracing such beauty so close?
It seems so impossible.
You are up there,
I can only see from afar.
Love from such a distant,
Admiration only from the heart within.
Morning is here,
Already I am missing you.
Another day is here,
As you have started it.
Today is a new beginning,
Tomorrow is another wait,
Until I see you....again.

Picture taken from http://www.hymnisphere.com/Pages/Play%20&%20Art.html

You & Me/Her

2008-01-02T18:16:00.001+08:00

This spontaneous poem is called "You & Me/Her"...

I like you,
You like me,
Then you said,
There is a she.
No worries you said,
Still single,
Just not available,
There's only her,
Nothing is confirmed.
What do I know?
I can only nod.
I kissed you,
You kissed me back,
But then there is her,
She called as we kissed.
What am I to do?
Do I need to bother?
I hold your hand,
She hold your waist.
How can this be?
It is not making sense.
So its deeper than I thought,
Its not just a dating thing.
You called her "girlfriend",
I took two steps back.
I wanted you,
You haven't decide,
You are still hers.
How to kiss you without wondering?
Do I need permission?
Is this sharing?
How to give you my heart?
When you are holding hers?
How to walk away?
When you look me with those eyes?
I cannot not care,
I cannot not be there.
But baby, I am sorry,
I can never share.

New Year Poem

2007-12-31T04:42:00.001+08:00

Its going to be New Year 2008. This is an inspiration from someone far but close to my heart :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!

A new year to hope,
A new year to love,
A new year to resolute,
A new year for a tryouts of absolute.
Old things retraced,
New things to replace.
But beauty remains,
Is forever yours to attain.
So new year...
Celebrate it with cheers.
Good thoughts,
Sweet toasts,
Joy at no costs.
Laughters to remember,
Hugs as good reminders,
Soul enjoys the splendors.
What more can you ask?
A new year as such.
It is yours to find,
Yours to align.
As it draw near,
Prepare have a awesome new year!

*For you, Bear Bear

Dance Issue

2007-12-12T12:37:00.001+08:00

I wrote this out of the urge to dance while listening to "Mais Que Nada".
This poem is called "Dance Issue".

Look it,
Move it,
Shake it shake it.
Rhythm and body,
Blended into one.
Color spluttering madly,
Flying through the air.
Music and beats,
Smoother than butter.
Mais Que Nada,
Oye Como Va,
Soul Bossa Nova.
Every muscles tingles,
Shoulders out of control,
Abs, limbs gets into positions,
Asses wild!
Nothing seemed to bother,
No one seemed to mind.
Any space is sufficient,
Anytime, who cares.
Its a dance issue,
Get with it or don't!

Artwork by Alfred Gockel called "The Latin Dance". For more of his work, visit http://www.gockelfineart.com/

A Pondering Heart

2007-12-11T10:56:00.001+08:00

When your thoughts came to a halting point, your heart starts to ponder.

A Pondering Heart

Clarity of mind,
Comes to a halt.
Heart prevails,
A beginning to ponder.
Showing what is real,
When it comes to heart matter,
Depicting what is rational,
As mind of heart dissected.
Heart matter could be,
A self-created desire,
Could also be,
A connection so strong,
That it is indescribable.
Dear heart,
As strong as you are,
What is the matter?
The heart knows not anymore,
Silence is the only thing to do.
In silence and waiting.

Echoes of the Heart

2007-12-07T01:03:00.001+08:00

Sleepless at times, inspiration comes in the most unexpected moments. Beautifully.

Echoes of the heart

Be still my heart,
Do not despair.
Loneliness,
Is not a choice.
But happiness,
Comes from within.
What to do,
With great love,

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting to shower.
Waiting to be showered,
The heart so eager,
The life so ready.
When? Who?
Rely not in curses,
Believe not in impossibilities.
Chances come, chances go.
A person is only one,
But choices varies.
Who are we to judge,
A person, an individual.
Who are we to change,
What is meant to be,
What is not meant to be.
Future is vague,
Present is real,
Past remains,
And some parts forgotten.
Another day passed,
Another day coming.
Unending till ended.

緣緣起緣落 (Y e Comes, Love Goes.

2007-12-06T15:25:00.003+08:00

Last night I have witnessed something that prompt me to write this poem. Can you imagine how hard to tell someone you wanted to break up or you have lost a certain passion for this person? Imagine away....

This poem is called 緣起緣落 (Yuan Qi Yuan Luo) which means Love Comes, Love Goes.

Oddness.
Teeth clenching.
Fingers tapping.
Unceasing anxiousness.
How else? What else?
Tell, then what?
If not, so what?
So hard.
Heavy hearted.
Letting go,
Preparing to.
Dinner time,
Watching intently,
Talking normally,
Acting the usual.
What's going on?
Love still around,
Just passion no longer.
What is lingering?
Corner side of heart,
A little guilt.
What to do,
With passion lost.
What's left,
Can only make do.
What needs to be done,
Needs to be done.
Right or wrong,
Has no definition here.
Live with it,
Move on,
Start anew,
Life is waiting.

*Title given by someone very special to me. Thank you so much :)

Life & Meaning

2007-12-04T14:17:00.001+08:00

Just a spontaneous thought, at the same time playing with words:

In dictionary, Life means "A living being, especially a person".
The meaning of life is not hard to find
Nor is it easy to understand.
Life with meaning needs a little effort,
But always proved worthwhile.
A meaningful life is meant to be shared.
A meaningless part is ok to be left behind.
Life is mean at times,
Mean is the way of life for some.
Life can create a meaning,
Meaning is life most of the time.
Life. Meaning.
Is everything.

Waiting

2007-11-30T17:20:00.001+08:00

Wow, this poet has been off so long! Inspiration? Maybe :)
Something I churned out while waiting in the office today.

Its called "The Waiting"

Wait, wait and wait,
Wishing time could be faster,
At least until 6.
Watching the watch,
Timing my journey,
Raring to go, go and go!
Heart be still,
Don't push it.
Time can't be push,
Can only be wait upon.
Wait.
5.15pm.
Wait. Still Waiting.
Patience is the word,
Excited is another.
Surging eagerness,
As if going to burst anytime.
Not easy,
The energies for patience.
Still waiting. Wait.
Its only 5.21pm.
Chill, one said.
Be cool, said another.
Look at the watch again.
Stop looking.
Can't help it,
Can't believe it!
Seconds!
Minutes!
Hours!
Is the hour glass jammed?
Assurance, comfort,
Time will come,
Thank goodness!
Still waiting.
I don't mind waiting.
Just a matter of heart.
Indeed, a worthwhile effort.

Ever Captured 2

2007-10-22T12:21:00.000+08:00

A beauty that struck me so much I have to write this second poem about her beauty.

Ever Captured II

Lost in words,
Lost in mind,
Coming face to face,
With whom I would call beauty.
A well-versed loveliness,
Like an elegant glow,
Shining profusely through me,
Leaving me breathless, motionless.
Stunningly gorgeous,
Wonderful, well versed of a beauty,
No doubt an excellent craft,
By the mighty Aphrodite herself.
How could I forget the sight,
A healing for my sore heart,
A solution for my troubled mind.
What I would not overcome,
Just to catch the ravishing glimpse of you again,
Even overcoming death I would.

My beautiful,
Until this moment,
You still got me...
Ever captured...

Keeper of Sorrow

2007-08-13T23:00:00.000+08:00

Something I came out during my struggle last year.

Keeper of sorrow,
Would you trade me something,
Something with contentment?
Cursing, swarming sadness,
Bleak sight of wrong emotions,
Please take it away,
Oh keeper of sorrow.
Broken, contrite spirit,
Along with tears of bitterness,

Clenching jaws, gripped knuckles,
Just to get hold of emotions.
Keeper of sorrow,
Be kind to my fragile heart,
And be a goodness transformer.
Let the dead end be a new lively beginning,
For the life of me.
Oh keeper of sorrow,
Keep my sadness so I can smile,
So I can be myself.

Well Hidden

2007-03-16T06:52:00.000+08:00

If seeing you creates that certain excitement,

Even just a glimpse…

Though my heart races against record time,

I am smart enough to look away.

If upon hearing your name distracts,

Even during the most important engagement…

I will turn the music louder,

Though my ears are aching to hear it.

If your presence alone brightens my day,

I will allow and give in totally,

Just as long as I pretend it is normal,

Like I am to any others.

If there’s a phone call or a message from you,

Can break the barrier of my eagerness,

I would pick up only after four rings,

And reply your message five minutes later than the others.

If a brush of your touch,

Can jolt and electrify every nerve in me,

I would pinch myself as a reminder,

Or walk away to make a phone call.

If someone else is close to you,

So close that it triggers my sensitive point,

I would try my very best,

To stay calm, to hang on to sensibility.

My dearest,

In every level of my feelings for you,

Well hidden is my every reaction,

So you would not feel the vibes,

So you would not notice the oddness,

So you would not know how much I love you.

All these I put aside with many reasons why,

That who knows one day, just one day,

I don’t have to keep it so well hidden anymore.

A Route Aftermath

2007-01-21T13:12:00.000+08:00

An encouragement.

A Route Towards Aftermath

Filtering through mind,

What is hard to overcome.

Look at the mirror with anticipation,

Anticipation between struggle.

A courage to step forward,

To move on steadfastly.

How can one survive, penetrate, fight

What the mind previously went through?

Trying hard to look outside the circle,

To see what has been there,

What has been missed all these while.

Rejection taken has wounded a little too deep,

So much so it would take a different strength,

A different view - to break and heal once more.

Wavered plants stood strong,

With the strength from their roots,

The will from their stalk,

Against blizzards and hurricanes.

What more men - where soul lies,

Where emotions that can be cried out,

With the power of discernment,

The ability to love.

Fear not of new chances,

And open up to the beauty of another.

Give a chance and gain it,

Make one chance, one will never know.

It might be the best ever taken.

L-O-V-E

2007-01-21T13:01:00.000+08:00

L-O-V-E

Love is beautiful.

Love is very beautiful.

How can one define love?

What can love be compared to?

Love can be both controlled and uncontrolled.

Love is patient,

Love tests the patience.

One can be lifted by love,

Or be down because of love.

Compromise to something because of love,

Love is compromising.

Let love run and run to love,

Love to love.

Live the life with love,

Life is love and love is life,

Be it up or down, its always with love.

Or even because of love.

Love leads, lead with love.

How can one resist love?

What can one do without love?

Do it with love,

Make it with love,

Say it with love,

Feel it with love.

Love is infinity.

Love is unpredictable.

When one loves, they just love.

One can’t say they don’t love,

Or they can’t love,

Or they won’t love another.

Love is there.

In love, out of love,

Love is love.

This will never stop because of love,

This won’t finish without love too.

List goes on what love is.

Everything is love,

There is always love.

It has to do with love.

The loving love and being loved.

Love is the question,

Love is the answer.

Anything anywhere, love.

Start with love, end with love.

End with love, start with love.

Love not measurable,

Measure, yet it is still love.

Love is truth and lies,

Love is love.

So love. Too many ways to say it.

Love….

Ever Captured

2007-01-17T04:39:00.000+08:00

Ever Captured

Enthralled, overwhelmed, mesmerized,
By whom I would call beauty.
The beauty that arrested me,
Overpowered, gripped, I’m transfixed,
My heart is flooded, swamped,
By her beauty spoken on the outside,
Whispered from the inside.
Totally fascinated, utterly held down,
Fixated by one single being,
A being that gotten me elevated, heightened,
Anytime could’ve crushed me, gotten me drowned.
One does not need to compel to such beauty,
Such excessive loveliness.
Amazed and astounded,
Life lifted up, revolutionized.
With love poured profusely,
From the heart that’s much appealed,
Charmed, riveted, I’m imprisoned.
Soft entrancing eyes that are looking deep into mine,
I rest in my pounding heartbeats.
Entirely hypnotized me,
Enraptured, beguiled, I’m enticed.
Aphrodite’s makings expresses through her,
The one who has gotten me elated.
One for sure is magnetized.
Confined, imprisoned,
Given in totally, silently,
I’m ever captured….

Frequently Questioned Answers

2007-01-17T04:11:00.003+08:00

Frequently Questioned Answers

How do you count the pebbles in the sky?

How do you grasp the wind with your hand?

How to turn sourness to sweetness?

Or unbend the rainbow?

Is it like softening a harden heart?

How do you freeze fire?

How do you make a mute dog bark?

How do you cover the sun from shining?

Or find a pin in the sand?

Is it like giving chance for true love?

How do you collect the air we breathe in?

How do you capture the waves washed ashore?

How do you separate your shadow from you?

Or wind up the silver lining?

Is it like forcing not to miss someone?

How do you keep a flower without it ever withering?

How do you blow off a lit up bulb?

How do you turn the desert into sea?

Or keep the raindrops from falling to the ground?

Is it like letting one know she’s much loved?

Can we ever question as such?

When what’s obvious was not seen,

And what’s possible pushed aside.

Fear and courage collide,

Unknown till known.

Copper Coin

2006-12-20T19:07:00.001+08:00

Simple poem yet carries a strong interpretation.

Copper Coin

Copper coin,
Cold as one touches its surface,
Warm as one rubs it gently,
Scrub too hard and it becomes hot,
Blow it and it should cool down.
Flip it with fingers and see it turn rapidly on air,
Not knowing where it'll land, what's next to happen.
Flick it on the smooth, flat surface,
See it whirl,
Fast, slower, slower, slower....Paused...
Fall flat with a clink.
Which side, does it matter?
Which side is brighter?
Could a copper coin choose which side to fall on?
Possible, everything is possible, anything is plausible.
Its a copper coin...
Just a copper coin.

The Moment

2006-12-20T19:04:00.001+08:00

I carved this poem in "the moment".

The Moment

The moment is the moment,
When you know serenity just applies.
The moment you feel so free,
You are so sure that you are,
And you just know well.
The moment worth waiting,
When it comes, you realized the worth is precious.
The moment you look into her eyes,
You know that will be really love.
What love is measures the moment,
And the moment holds the love.
The moment kindness comes back to you,
Its addition to compassion,
And compassion leads to kindness.
The moment, the moment,
The moment brings sigh of relief,
Certain happiness cannot be compared.
Like a twitch on your cheek during cold season,
That few twitches in your lifetime,
You remember it for the rest of your life,
That’s the moment.
The moment comes,
When there’s something to tell,
Be it good or not so.
You remember the moment.
Because it’s the moment.
It could be a kiss saying "I love you" all this while,
Or a kiss goodbye or just hug.
It’s the moment.
Waiting for the moment,
Or not. Still, it’s the moment.
The moment.
Beautiful is the MOMENT.

A Poetic Preparation

2006-12-20T19:00:00.001+08:00

This poem is inspired by a close friend's situational struggle.

A Poetic Preparation

A lady, a dinner,
A bunch of friends, what not,
Exchange greetings, why not,
Create conversation, make eye contacts,
Smile and laugh,
Shake heads and slight nods,
Agree, disagree, yeses and nos.
The lady will watch you as you do all this,
You will see her glimpses,
You will feel her eyes,
Piercing like cold wind on your cheek during winter time;
Gives you chill down your spine;
Thrilling yet annoying;
Brave yet haste.
I will allow it, you will say,
I am not afraid, you will claim,
I am strong, you will declare.
Then you will look away because,
All the reasons,
That will be your pillar of strength;
And all the truth that has been written,
In your head, in your head it has been written.
You have seen the whole picture.
She will be looking still,
It will no longer feel like cold wind,
You will feel the warmth of truth embedded in your heart.
You will not care anymore because…
You stand on one called assurance and on other called blessings.
You hold on one called boldness and on another called freedom.
The dinner will be good.
At least there’s that.
People there will be happy.
You will be happy.

Tank of emotions

2006-12-20T18:54:00.002+08:00

Presenting one of my favourite poems, inspired by emotions that surrounds me, from people around me.

Tank of emotions

Foolishness... Selfishness... Anger... Sadness...
Emotional senses. Emotional traits. Emotional crushes.
Drunk in emotions.
Love. Lifestyle.
Loving. Loathing.
Manipulated by emotions... Capsulated with emotions.
Unending battle within.
Pulled down, brought down, eating up inside.
Emotions...
Unwanted yet attached.
Sinking, blending and forcing into emotions.
Carvings on heart that speaks out emotions.
Punishing oneself in emotions.
Drowning, wallowing, falling, embeddening into emotions.
Emotions...
Attached and unwanted.
Letting go is still an option.
Moving on is still an option.
Living life is still an option.
Break even the emotions.
Mellowing what's intense emotions.
Grasping the one thing that calms emotions.
Rising in the morning is possible.
Emotions left outside the door.
Love, kindness, goodness, happiness, blessings and hope.
Won't and will not leave us.
A ghastly energy called emotions.
A tank of it.... Is drained.