A Sage within poet?
A Poet within sage? who knows?
Wisdom's mystery?
Who resides within each of us?

Inequality,
root of humanity's powerlessness.
Divided, we fall.

Why sleep, why wake up?
Two is like a dream, unsure
Which is true, I ponder...

On the large screen, everyone was watching news about the financial market. Old shares were performing admirably. The eerie sunami was gradually bringing in old stockpiles of trash into the area. The lives of people was about to take a drastic turn.

Half moon hanging low.
No one gets elated now.
Waiting for full glow.

Put that perspective, many of us seem unimportant to life. Now, let me just say this: a tree without leaves is unsightly and will not survive.

I unexpectedly bump into an old friend.
He feigns he doesn't know me.
To stir up memories of the past in us, I whip up curds of nostalgia.
But he won't swallow it.
Feeling let down, I walk away, realising that memories cannot unite disparate lives that have crossed paths by chance.