daughter's water colour seladang
a sea of admiration charges
through the office
beach walk
stress rides
the waves
harem idle hours
unveiling a part of herself
she holds so dear
Brinchang mossy forest
a past she holds onto still
gives her the shudders
Brinchang mossy forest
a harboured past that still
gives her the shudders
HERE is our Brain Series 2 - the bus stop with the glass roofing.
Well, it shields us from the rain but not the hot sun. So those people with high blood pressure cannot sit there to wait for their bus. It is too much for them too when they have to wait elsewhere and run to the bus when it arrives. This bus stop at Brickfields.....a pain I think to many.
childhood memories fly
in and out of my mind
like butterflies
every day is a new born baby. carry it well and you will see it smiling to you, cheering you up. you will never see every day as the same anymore.
every day is a new born baby. carry it well and you will see it smiling to you, cheering you up. you will never see every day as the same anymore.
Loy krathong moon
in my heart
a tide of wishes
love, sins and negativities
feed flames that consume
the darkness of the world
"The fog descends
in the wee hours of dawn
like a sacred thing."
Loy Krathong (thai new year)
our wishes float down the river
in candlelight
Reincarnation spectre
her contours stirring the heat
in the African desert
portrait of the French Lady
she holds tight to the
pleasures of her life
I
smell
God
jimmy Choo so obliging
you can wear
his shoes
chapters of my life
on the pavement
leaves flying asunder
difficult times
mother and child holding
onto a bleakness
Friday, November 26, 2010
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