For the first time in my whole life
I have seen a timepiece gaining hours overnight, scarily it's mine
Oh, my old piece of mind

I didn't really care when I was young and the world was slow
But now all things are running like hell
Carelessly clicking my life away,
you naughty piece. Your gain is my loss if you listen to what I am saying

My daughter is still young I need to stay
Please slow down if I have to fall off my way
I want things  harmonised and world in peace
Don't make fun of me, you little piece

I am writing a letter, got a lot to fix
I have to send it out before sunrise
When you knock like this my heartbeats follow
Slow down please, I can speak cheese

Gaining like this without feeling the pain
It turns out like a game over and over again
Round after round hand in hand
You keep gaining I become insane

I know you are working hard but got no idea where you learned this trick
Stop laughing and get me out of here
As you can see I am very sick
I am ordering you now, little piece
Time to put you beside the bin for free pick

Nov 14, 2016

the dribbles and drops you grab
are sob and sorrow now flow
tiny dusty world ever floats
not sure if i still need to grasp

I was worrying about you
when you said you were ready
The cracks you have made
The things we have never seen
Now that how many hearts are broken
How many of them are finally open

I was worrying about yours
Now I am worrying about mine
Between life and death an enlightenment
Your lyrics speak yet messages to set in

How far lives are apart
How near they have been
The crowd continues clamouring
No one answers a question

The day dims out now
The world comes to an end
I will no longer worry about you
Nor will I worry about mine

Nov 11, 2016

What
comes in form
to inform us
what formless is

How kind is that
assuming we would pay back
with an understanding

That formlessness is actually
His image that lives in us
a knowable conscious awareness of
His existence, we call it life

The journey of going away
formatted a heavy shell which
we carry as body and suffer from
its wearying that produces
a disappearance misspelled as death
which we are dealing with
all the time of our being

Oct 28, 2016

Since I came to meet you
in my maturer days
This land of plenty but
lacking of one word which
I have tried to pronounce
even broken into pieces
to compose a simple message
Yet not sure how much
you could have understood or
myself to comprehend

The day dawned and darkened
innocent eyes blinking in the air
I am still here, trampling
like a five year old kid

Oct 19, 2016

i see myself
thinning into a little book
lying in hands of a strange pair
the emptiness left on the shelf
filled full with my sorrow
like familiar eyes from the past

2015.10.14

Too late to complete
a dream-taking journey
before day dawns. Unfolding
rest of the night, I turn into
my roll of spring

Too old to wake up
in a late morning
until sunlight hurts. Stretching
rest of the day, I walk into
my role of ending

Too quiet to contain
a breath-holding cry
as soul tramples. Reaching out
to the darkness, I see myself
in my own tears

Sep 27, 2016