Like how the Sun
Is always there
Radiating bravely, constantly; always
A source of optimism, strength and hope
Should aspire to do the same
Whether rain or hail
Dark clouds covering its glory
Does the moon steal the sun’s light or simply reflect its glory?
It is up to you to decide
When we share our light with others
One candle lights up many
Can do the same
Like the waves that hit the shore,
Bringing a mix of newness and old,
That, too, is life.
Some precious to us disappear from childhood,
Some are lost forever,
But rest assured,
Someone else will come knocking on the door.
Like the jagged rocks shaped over decades,
The events in our lives forge us anew.
The flow of life, like the gentle touch, or crashing, of waves.
We, as different, ever-changing rocks, subjects to life’s whims.
Dark, ominous cavern
Every ginger step taken is a bell to the monsters’ ears
But look closely
And you will find just rocks.
Too often, we fear what lies behind the door
Too often, we find that it is nothing more than our
Too often, by then, it is too late.
Boundless, endless sea
Calm, storm, and mystery
One can voyage, and see the proportions as freedom
Or as a perpetual nightmare
What do you see when you gaze upon the indifference of this universe?
I use humour to deflect the truth,
And not trying hard enough equates to not failing.
These insecurities of mine are like flies in the woods,
This life of mine sits in people’s eyes.
My value comes from the mirror,
My words are others’ echoes.
A tiger does not apologise for snapping a deer’s neck.
Life barrels on us relentlessly.
We are owed nothing.
Yet, I still have the gall.
Rejected from something,
Acting like I came from nothing.
Good things do not last.
Even our memories do.
Like the ice that melts,
Like the animals crushed by our greed and ignorance,
Like this Earth we step on.
It shall come to pass.
So we seek more.
Our sights set above.
And so the cycle continues.
The sagging, the retching, the loss of senses, the fading of beauty, the slowness, the lines, the stretches, the end…
The serenity, the gratitude, the memories, the love, the laughter, the fulfilment, the next generation, the passing of the torch, the end.
The end comes.
But the road travelled,
Whether long or short,
Is magnificent, is selfish…