Time has not stand still,
the once timely train will never come.

Moment of joys have become memories.
Those we once treasured are distant past.
All that is left is the tangy aftertaste of rusts.

Hanging above is danger of a fall.
Layer by layer, it is skinned away.
A majestic structure is showing its pain.
Time has no empathy for anybody.

An evening walk to sunset way's railway track.
The sunset peeking through the trees.
A rusty track sits on the creeping green.
A witness of our past.

As my feet step into an evening dream.
The radiance of the sky changes before me.
It reflected the changes moment of life.
Nothing stays, treasure every moment .

"Circuit break"
at childhood place.
Past memories blows,
Like nature breeze.

A faceless...
Fast paced walk,
Follows the shadow,
With a metre spacing .

Breath so shallow.
Each step follows
the beat of a lonely heart.

Far away the feet strive,
Escaping dreams ,
of bygone days.

Faster, faster
the feet go.
Forgetting things
you will not want to know.

Heart beating
precautious deep inside.
Finding a place to hide.

Passed by the construction site,
Quiet and empty of life.

Peace be with us.
Time to heal and go slow.
Time to back to my shell again.

The sea of convid-19 cases showed each countries are working in isolation in this heavy storm.

"Pause for a heavy Storm"
Many boats moving in different direction.
Some ships wreaked, some ground and some sails along.

Some need quarantine.
Some Soft Circuit break ,
Some the hard Lock-down.

Stay at Home.
Zoom at Home.
Work from Home.

Some a time of personal reflection.
Some a time of personal nightmare.

Some paid to stay at home.
Some in financial difficulty at home.

It is opportunity for real family time.
For others the cruel Endless loneliness.

Some industries earn so much to give bonus.
Some industries have to close their operation.

Some worried of obesity .
Some worried about food on the table.

Some want to go back school.
Some want to play the PC games.

Some feared for their loved ones.
Some don't even know they are human.

Some are socially responsible.
Some only about their own enjoyment.

Some know too much and numbed by the fear.
Some stuck their head in sand like an ostride.

Some solidified their relationship.
Some stops the relationship on the track.

Some introverts become more extroverts in zoom.
Some extroverts become loss in cyberspace.

We all want to be back to normal.
This virus taught us to be human,
to humble, to fear, to balance actions
and to slow down for others.

The upheaval stressed us all.
We are all learning.
We are all tired.

Pause.
Go slow in this storm.
Do not storm.
Do not strom.

The horizon is unknown.

Pause to reflect. The path in our life.

Along the shady pavement,
The infrequent traffic on this lovely road.
There is greens where none intrudes,
Under the sunny sky, the breeze shakes the leaves.
Walking in silence solitude.
Appreciating the sound of birds.
I love not human the less,
but god's nature garden more.

For nature is less complicated.

Pause to reflect....
Pause for a moment on the lane,
feel the little Joys of life,
My beating heart still lives.

Pause to reflect the fallen leaves,
feel the forgotten nature lungs.
My breaths the mask lugs.

We are just
a passing moment
on this sphere,
a passing moment
in god's garden.
a passing moment
of a dimming heart.

In the afternoon glaring sun warms,

Enjoy the today's skin warmness
Enjoy the today's circulating wetness.

Enjoy the current moment of "I am alive".
Enjoy each current little moment left.
Enjoy the freshness from the waving trees.

Every morning, silently she will wash
all the cups and containers of water.
Morning routine since known memory.

All these years you did not talk a lot.
But when I needed a care and concern,
You were always there.

Passing age has shown the frail,
Morning routine shows gentle fight
to stay heathy that will never fail.

You show me perseverance .
You show me the Treasure
of each routine moment in life.

"Mother is always a donor of love to children.
Her hands held the child gently from the day the child took the first breath.
Her hands helped to guide the child first step.
Her hands held the child close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show the child that she would take care of it all. "

Thank you for being a mother.

The trumpets of Purple Allamada witness the silence of the Rats.
The comforting silent church just across.
Heart heavy with all wild thoughts.
When will this place be lively again?
When will the blown of orange firecracker flower be seen again?