In the Serious Moments

If you don’t sing when they tell you to stay silent, If you don’t dance when they tell you to sit still, If you don’t laugh in the serious moments, If you don’t live, then who will? Photo by Belinda Fewings (Unsplash)

Mountain-Cooled Waters

Look at her meandering smiles, Listen to her gurgling laughs, Feel her mountain-cooled waters, Taste them while they last. Photo by Chris Abney (Unsplash)

Pineapple Pain

Touch the outside, prick your skin, Place it in your mouth, pain within. See its glistening flesh, the pain will be gone soon, A catapult of insignificant thorns, launching you over the moon. Photo by Brooke Lark (Unsplash)

Hear Them Shout

Put your earphones in, Close your eyes, zone out, Listen to the voices that no one else can, Hear them whisper, talk, shout.

A Pool of Lemonade

Sugar crystallizes on your skin, Mountains of crushed peels thrown away, Shivering as crushed ice cubes falls from your hair, Swimming in a pool of lemonade.

Bookshelves of Memory

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day,Sweet memories enter your mind, where they are to stay,Each one made of chapters and in those chapters, pages,I choose the cover art, a title, and bind it,Place it in my bookshelf, stash it away. Shutting my eyes, I can visit the shrine,Running my fingers across their creased…

Bamboo Laughter

The wind rushes through the trees,
Unaware of the leaves that it frees,
Frees from the hold of immobility,
Unlocking their true abilities.

The First Bird Chirping

I want to hear the first bird chirp,
I want to listen to it sing,
I would settle even for some warm-up exercises,
I wouldn’t mind a little short-lived chatter,
I only wish to hear that songbird sing.

Valley of Flowers

A narrow line of ants,
Embarking on a journey,
To find a new home,
They must face this mortal peril.


Hands on the keys, gracefully flying,Skin, black, white, a blur,For with an auditory journey,There is visual beauty, too, to be heard.