Poems

The blue starry candle holder

We bought from Chicago German market

A pack of fancy cards

Some dried petals of roses 

That I saved to remember 

Our union at the airport 

When you ran to me

Lifted me up and kissed me sweet

Some vivid 

Some vague 

There are plenty around me 

To remind me of you 

Is there anything 

That reminds you of me?

Overwhelmed by the commitments and promises

I make day in and day out

That sense of optimism

Hopes that ride too high

What I forget is to count the number of hours

And the minutes and the seconds

Each time I fail to deliver

I am devastated

I question my efficiency and talent

Where exactly is the balance?

What should I care for more?

The productivity or my sanity?

Overwhelmed by commitments and promises

I make day in and day out

Intention is to get it all done

Keep them all satisfied

But my gauges seem to be malfunctioning

Shouldn't I be trying to mend them first?

But these sophisticated markets

The commitments to run non stop

Until the day a cog or two

Rust or flatten out

Breaking the rhythm and the flow

Leaving only the clunking and scratching noise

Oh these commitments and promises

Will one day break me for sure

Don't you wonder

Why you took that left turn

When you knew

Right was where

The black-eyed Susan bloomed

You waited all winter

Cursing the gloom

Choreographing all your moves

What went wrong?

You'd looked at the map

A thousand times

And knew exactly

Right turn was right for you

What happened then?

Why did left feel so right?

You let go of all

That you had learned

And all you

Had earned

To chase the unknown

Did you even know

If it was beauty or the beast

You would live or sink?

Guess it was just the magic

Of that moment

You were reborn

With no wisdom

Of your own

It didn't really matter

Losing what you no longer

Even knew

But you felt it

Left turn was meant 

Just for you

When I sit to write about my day 

I find nothing that I can recall

What were the good?

And the bad?

What is that I will remember from today?

That right before I called it a day

I noticed two bright spots formed by faraway street lights 

On my glass window covered in the running pearls

From the nonstop 3 hours rain

Drawing me closer 

Just to show me 

How my non reflective wooden door

Also became a mirror today

I saw myself in it 

Tired and weary 

My pale eye said give me some rest 

The day was just fine 

If you are trying hard to keep yourself awake 

Just know the day was fine

You have done enough for today

Today I am who you would never want to be

Tomorrow I will be all you ever wanted to be

I am a work in progress, I know

But when you see me next

I hope your eyes be wiser too

The core still shines

A warm wipe will do

Caught mostly on the go

Perhaps mud splashed by your wheels

We just need another rain 

And when it does 

Roll your window down 

While you watch the dirt on me wash away

Let your hands reach for some of the pouring

A few drops from the holy shower 

I hope will cure your blurry vision 

Tomorrow when you see me again

I will be all you ever wanted to be

Escape seems impossible 

When you are trapped 

In a body 

That is meant for suffering 

As incredible as it maybe 

All the self healing power it may have 

Misery is unstoppable 

Few years of growth 

Glorious days of youth 

And there you are

Counting days to be liberated again 

The aches and pains 

Both at the high and lows

Even at the start 

And the end of a season 

Bodily reign is ought to end