Chilly winter breeze
Soft morning glow to please
Warm woolens caressing the bodies
Cozy warmth of the house
Comfortable leather chair to sink into
Hot coffee in hand
Christmas songs playing in the background
Days come and go
Soon it will be Christmas time
Then a sweet farewell to the old year
Will mark the beginning of a new year
This, a day
A day to work
A day to be active
A day to do the laundry and stuff
A day to rake the leaves
A day to mow the green grass
A day to relax
A day to go shopping
A day to dress sharp
A day to dress light
A day to gobble unhealthy edibles
A day to consume healthy food
A day to go mad
A day to cheer
A day to cry
A day to remember
A day to forget
A day to pray
A day is everyday
Everyday is this day
This day is to rejoice in the Lord
Always
With a slice of bread in one hand and a butter knife in the other, I sit like a king to eat. The butter knife dives into the butter. In a quick second… nice, white, fresh butter sits at the mouth of the knife. With gentle hands, I smear it all over the bread. On top of the fresh, salted, white butter I spread some goat cheese and then I further decorate it with some shards of dark chocolate. I free my hand of the metallic knife.
Now, it’ll all be senses as I take a bite. The best way will be, to close my eyes and savour the taste which is just so divine.
I didn’t have a pen, so I used a stick to write
I didn’t have a paper, so I wrote on the mud
I didn’t have a toy to play, so I added wheels to a matchbox
I didn’t have a phone, so I pretended to talk over a toy phone instead
I didn’t have a canvas, so I used the sky to paint with my eyes closed
I didn’t have friends to talk, so I spoke to birds, trees and sometimes walls
I didn’t have a melodious voice, so I sang along with a cassette playing
I didn’t have money, so I worked hard day and night to have an account balance
I didn’t find peace in me, so I lit a candle in a church
I didn’t have a smile on my face, so I looked at flowers
I didn’t have an encouraging and supporting father, so I rested all my responsibility on my Heavenly Father
I didn’t have an advising companion, so I called for the guidance of guardian angels
In life I found that I sometimes didn’t have the things that I wanted, so I did whatever I could with whatever I did have
Finally it’s what you have that counts, keeping a bigger perspective in mind
bright sky and puffy clouds
Clouds floating
in the bright blue sky
Drifting in another world
Attract me
like a bird
My body
so heavy
Wish
I could float
like one
to be one
Wish
I could jump
on one to reach another
Roll it into a ball
play with it
eat it
Wonder
it will taste
like cotton candy floss
or sweet coconut
or like snow
will it melt in my mouth.
Jasmine
Blooming in the night
it’s sweet smell wafting
through the garden
entering the corridor
The girl
comes out
Everyone in deep sleep
She passes the corridor
reaches the garden
Watches her steps
She waits
The boy
Lover of hers
Life of her heart
Climbs the wall
Pats her on her back
They meet
They look at each other
their hands clasped together
They sit
in a dark patch
unnoticed
They sit quietly
under the jasmine bush
Talking
of a lovely future
joining the starry dots
write their names
Time
to part
bid farewell
with a passionate kiss
with a gentle embrace
