If

If I were one of those little people

I would come and visit you every night

peeking through the tiny hole on the screen

just to hear the sound of your breath.

If you were having an unpleasant dream

I would run and swing to your bed

panting and sweating

just to softly sing on your ear.

If you were about to embark on a journey

I would sneak inside your pocket

hiding so that no one would see me

but I could see the beautiful scenes with you.

If you were catching a bit of cold

I would bring the magical herbs

carrying them with the help of grasshoppers

and brew them in a hot pot to comfort you.

By the end of each day

as I go back to my realm

I’d sleep with your scent left on my hair

and your warmth as my blanket.

One of Those Nights

The anger, the stress, the hurt

enough for them to culminate

Until we found ourselves

dwelling in disappointment

Resulting in arguments.

How selfish hearts could be

it was close to being revolting

Only to release this fit

venting it to the loved one

Without contemplation.

The night left us in remorse

and magnificent lessons

Together again in each other’s arms

simply by love and affection

Uttering words of apology.

I learn

I understand

And I love you.

After The Walk

Perth; Canon Powershot SX10 IS - Photoshopped; November 28, 2008

As the fumes escaping my mouth

I watch it glide gracefully

before being engulfed by autumn

But its tail leaves behind a scene

from a series of a journey

Bitter smoke invites the tears

I rub my eyes

Dejavu…

It was when the taste of separation

gladly planted its claws on our shoulders

Dreaded the days that slid even faster

we buried ourselves in each other

For fear of endless separation

Looks exchanged

Bloodshot and exhausted

Silence took over…

Moons have passed

the fight over the distance goes on

The unbearable absence of touch

only letters and voices exchanged

A new and ongoing walk we are on

never before were we this strong

Everything is worth the battle.

Deluded

I sit back

quietly humming to myself

while watching them frolicking

playing tag and sharing laughter

Maybe I’m just not as hip

Though how much I try to reach

they’re just zombies walking

When I do touch them

they fall silent immediately

Maybe I’m just a parasite

I try to smile from afar

slowly rocking back and forth

Might as well get their attention

or so I thought

Maybe I’m just not striking enough

Only a few remain loyal

Only those few stay in the circle

While others don’t mind me

These few love me truly

Maybe I’m not that lonely

La Nuit Porte Conseil

Night shall console me

Wrapped inside these heavy wings

Till light comes again

Like A Dream

My feet are floating above the fuzzy ground
My inner ethereal beauty in captivity
Blurred vision but sensitive to the touch
like soft feather swept against my soles
There are more than three melting clocks
with deformed faces here and there
and a woman with drawers as her breasts
I am walking on invisible stepping stones
Everything is surreal
I am surreal.

Festive Festival

Pause on your track

take no more steps closer

I want you to listen carefully

the sweet tunes of my anklets

Can you hear them jingling?

The rustling pleats of my dress

sequins beating their eyes as I move

gold coins dangling around my face

My fingers snapping, my wrists twisting

Joyful sounds of santour and tonbak

Join me and let’s hold hands

feel the bond, share the merriness

it will melt your sorrow, trust me

Wings will sprout on your back

making you move as light as feathers

Look around you

all smiling from ear to ear

Twirl, sway, sing and clap

Put your hands up in the air!

Dance like you’ve never danced before!

Kelelelelelelelele!