.
Tapioca sky,

feel the knife curve
like a Moon-hook,

wrenching a tourmaline ****
into hallucinating gums,

ritualised in immortal agony.


Lemon clouds,

see the portrait smile
like a nightmare,

feasting on famine entrails,
of sacrificed words,

scything off the tongue.



© Pagan Paul (2017)

When I was a kid:
You lied to me, that I could fly
Up between the clouds, into the sky
You told me not to give up but to try
And made me an artificial wing, why?

My lovely aunt:
I wanted to see your pretty smile
As I could be with you for only a while
Then, had to travel back a mile
For my workload was growing up a pile

My adorable mother:
My little baby girl is so smart
With an adorable lovable heart
You were a born angel from the start
One day you'll marry and drift apart

My hero dad:
My champ has grown taller
Just yesterday she looked smaller
Now she doesn't need a pram or a stroller
She's bold and beautiful, a scholar

No longer a kid:*
I am spoilt by my aunt, my best friend
My mum, whose love is never an end
My dad, always guided me on the right trend
I miss him alot, as he's left us alone, on this land...

©sim

In his last hour, he just smiled,
And let his soul go
His hand in mine, still in grip
Father, I bid you farewell as you RIP
Your love so precious and deep
That none can measure even if they leap
I cup my hands on my dull face
As my soul cries and my eyes weep
Breaking all earthly ties
You are gone over the skies
Living us emotionally shattered
But I know your breakthrough mattered
The pains and gains you've left to be
One day we all shall unite,
That day I truly wish to see...

©sim