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Sshuookgya Sep 2019
So quiet
Yet so loud

A whisper
Yet an echo

Very subtle
Yet lurid

My world
In a picture
My Abstract World
Sshuookgya Sep 2019
Heaven and Hell
Welcomes me

I get cozy
Do my deep slumber

So ecstatic
I'm back
Again, in my Territory
Sshuookgya Aug 2019
The bathroom she goes.
Locks the door.
Sits down.


With every wipe,
Tears roll down.
Every pause,
Just cause misery.

So off she goes
Into her fantasy
Beautiful dreams
Longing to be the reality

Smiles she sees
Laughter she hears
Love she feels
Care she deserves

Her dream,
Extravagant success.
Her dream,
That happy life.

Her dreams
Her dreams
Are not only
Just dreams

For her reality,
Her life.
Is actually,
No more it seems.

For she is,
And will forever be
In her wonderful dreams.
Sshuookgya Dec 2018
Clock strikes 12:00;
Midnight of 24th December.
Out of my comforts
In that cold winter.

Hands in my pocket .
With a thick sweater;
My source of warmth.

I hear the carols; The laughter
I hear the cheers; The stories

I smell the turkey,
The juicy ham,
And that smoked barbecue.

Dangling lights,
Of each city structure.
Glow and flicker,
Warming the cold weather.

People I pass by,
Faces lit with upturned smiles.

“They're enjoying,”
I say to myself
As I feel myself
Enjoying as well

I see couples,
I see families;
Friends having fun

I continue strolling.
Enjoying amidst midnight serenity.

Stars above keep me company.
While I hum to myself Christmas melodies.

“Merry Christmas Ma'am.”
A man sits by a bag only filled for daily living

“Merry Christmas,” I softly replied, sitting next to him.

“Have you eaten, kind sir?
How about a hot meal
In this cold weather?”

To my questions,
He humbly shakes his head
As ‘no’ is his the answer.

“Your company,
More than enough.
This warm porridge,
Could satisfy both of us”

These words with his hand,
On his canine pal in slumber
A trusted companion.

“I see you have a friend
No, a family,
Your family.”
As I see him caress the one sleeping next to him

I stood up after the conversation
“Sir, please wait for me here”

To a nearby restaurant and open shop I ran.
Buying all I could

Both hands of mine
Carrying all I've bought
In a hurry to the man and his friend… No, his family

“Dear Sir,
Let this be a gift
From me to you
Please do accept”.

I gave him all
Those that I've carried
For him, his family.

Tears in his eyes,
He thanked me.
I Couldn't hold back
As I also cried.

His furry companion awakens
Stopping that teary and joyous moment.

Enjoying in laughter.
Having the Christmas meal,
Amidst the cold weather.

This is a moment
Long to love
Long to treasure

A story
An experience
I would like to have
In the Midnight of 24th December.
It's been a while since the last post of my poem.. This poem is actually inspired by a homeless man with his dog, both of which I usually see when I go to school.. I hope that they could still enjoy Christmas together...
  Nov 2018 Sshuookgya
Life is a road
We are all cursed to walk,
Plagued by demons
Mischievous they are,
Haunted by a ticking clock.

For we all have our end
But the folly is we tend
To prematurely surrender.
  Nov 2018 Sshuookgya
I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?

Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?

Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?

And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?

Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
And whisper,
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from God."

The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.
  Nov 2018 Sshuookgya
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
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