Calm down. Relax. No one is looking. Everyone else is busy Fretting over their own lives, Their own dreams and conceits and vanities To notice what you just said, Or the existential angst That burns like midnight fire Through each line Of that LinkedIn post that you just wrote.
On Evensong
Meek birdsong and the
Graceful swirl of violins - my
Evening lullaby.
On The Dark Phalanx
Dark phalanx of clouds
Marching through these tall steel spires
Like divine fury.
On The Fish Pond
Like little flickering flames
Dancing within the depths of a mirror
The little red fishies evade the
Staccato swishes
Of my tender ten-year old fingers
Roiling the surface of the fish pond
Like the clumsy clowning of an errant god.
On The Idiot Box
There I was, sunk into myself, eyes glazed
As a parade of beguiling sights and
Sounds charm me like a beady-eyed serpent
Needy, greedy in my des’prate desire
To forget, to beget my own slumber
Against the roaring din of existence.
On Our Prayer
I whispered to God,
And in her ear, a prayer for
His Benediction.
Tentang Rezki Tiada Diundang
Kaya sungguh khazanah Tuhan
Rezki datang tiada diundang
Tumbuh harap di hati rawan
Bagai bunga mekar berkembang
Mekar kembang tiada terkilan
Besar hati menadah budi
Undang tuan hamba junjungkan
Moga rezki kemas terpatri.
On Raindrops in Bloomsbury
Faint droplets fall in
Whispered hush - my eyeglasses
Mist up, smeared with wet.
On Knopps’ Iced Chocolate
Under torrent lash
Of solar glare, I sip my
Cup of languid bliss.
On The Fleeing Doe
She fled away in
The night, doe-like, chased away
By her Growling Bear.