In my forties something
in my 38 something I could smell the wisdom around the corner
I imagined myself …
beaming with a glow and gliding through the air
with a magic wand and a healing spell
Now in my 40 something
I am almost there …
working hard on my skin and trying to lose weight
multi tasking and trying to find rhythm
Where do they go?
Lost emotions, abandoned connections and old memories
Do they become
whirl winds or the first rain?
Or seeds or mushrooms in deep forests?
Or lightening of a stormy night or ripples in the pond?
No one knows but I would like to believe so
They are all around me in dust or kind
the river flows
Opposites attract they said
So the river submitted to her destiny
She tried hard to find new purpose in the deep blue sea
but sooner she realised she had lost her identity
She didn’t exists anymore
but her soul longed to go back once more
This time to go back
and create her destiny
The year of OX
…Social distance continues
Happy CNY anyways!
Kung hei fat Choi!
Being a Bubble
Water boiling in the pot
Some bubbles burst too early, some reach the surface
Bubbles that burst in the liquid causes ripples, while some die in anonymity
Some bubbles reach the surface and burst hot steam
The bubble doesn’t know it’s fate, but continues in the energy cycle
Not sure which bubble is better, but each has a role in boiling water
Aah! 2021, hope in your year
Instead of sending a sorry, we should not send friend requests 😂
Instead of sending a thank you, we should not increase the like rate 😛
Too much digital is making us mental, we should not give in to fake obligations 🙄
Hope in your year dear 2021, true actions and intentions prevail 🥳
When I die,
there will be extra flower in the garden beaming with you
there will be an extra star shinning bright on you
there will be extra playful wave wanting to touch you
when i die
to get inspired, to be stronger, sharper and more lovable
don’t fret, just remember
to be gracious and move on…
Thats what matters When I die.
don’t wake me up!
Sweet morning chirpings woke me up before the alarm
What a wonderful day I forgot my dreams
I stretch my hand to shut the alarm and there the bad dream comes to life
The city still burns
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