Foggy

Not blind but my eyes cannot see

But of course it can feel

The harshness of this world

That is just so real.

The eyes are filling

With sadness and regret

Salty waters are dripping

Mind is boggling

Heart beats to death

Vision becomes foggy

And the torturing pain

Still I cannot forget.

😦

 

 

 

 

 

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Catapult

Never lost, never found

Always losing my mind

Many roads to turn around

But life is still unkind.

Close to giving up

I will have at least

One last good wrap

One worthy try please.

Failure is not a loss

It is that oneΒ catapult

With a worthy cause

That leads to a great result.

— May we all be inspired to try again and again even if we fail. Failure is one good catapult to success! πŸ™‚

 

Passion

It’s been awhile since my last post and share, so let the passion begin now. This short poem is dedicated to all lovers, parents and most especially to soon to be parents. πŸ™‚

Constellations above are watching over us

While you and me are faraway

Shining with love that is built to last

Brighter than anything in the milky way.

And then we both succumb

To our eternal burning fire

A magic fruit in the womb

Created with an ardent desire.

– TLL

 

 

 

 

 

A Reflection About Writing

It feels like decades since I last wrote a poem. I also don’t know how to write a beautiful one. I don’t want the words to just rhyme without a sense. Writing without sense would be like insulting the lexicon and our other great poets and writers and the art of poem making. But let’s not get too serious here as I am not a serious person, too. πŸ˜€

If you’re a budding writer or poet, I suggest that you should always write and not judge yourself. By nature, we are the most critical judges of ourselves but sometimes it won’t help. If we always judge ourselves and mind what we are doing, how can we ever write? Remember seeing this advice, “Don’t care about what other people think of you?” The advice is simple yet it means a lot when it comes to writing any other type of piece. If we always think about what others will say, we will never amount to anything. Did you notice that the best written pieces are the ones that have been rejected million times over?! πŸ˜‰

I am not saying that we should always praise ourselves but it won’t hurt if we give
ourselves some little lovin’. So, hello and welcome imperfection! After all, imperfections are what make us human. We become imperfect first before we get to be perfect. Otherwise, if we are perfect, what’s the sense of practice and rewriting every now and then? As I have observed, writers write and rewrite and repeat! πŸ™‚

I am not an authority to give you these words but I am talking from my experiences. Whether someone will write or buy our work doesn’t matter. What’s important is we continue to write and improve our craft (whatever your craft is), put our work out there and watch the magic happens. Remember Roald Dahl’s words: Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it!

These are the words in my head upon waking up from a severe headache due to consecutive coughing last night. If perfection is the criteria for a poem, mine would be the opposite. I always find myself writing pieces that our far from my expectations and the standards of many.

Never Waste Time

In this universe so vast
I can always notice
That life is so fast
Faster than the solstice.

Whether I look or not
Or know what time it is
The time on the clock
Is never what it is.

Let us do what we must do
And forget what we should not
To nonsense things we bid adieu
So greatness will be unlocked.

Never want to waste some time
Much have wasted in the past
Time wasted is like a crime
The damage is forever to last.

What is a Woman?

It all started from her womb

The birth of a thousand men

The making of the whole world

And the magic of existence

We all call life.

She seals each morning and evening

With a kiss that feels surreal

Nurtured little mouths with love

Embraced her other half

With ardent zeal and passion.

Weak, strong or undefined

She is behind every man —

Every man’s success is possible

Because she’s behind

Backing up each and every fall.

A mum, a sister or a friend

She can become anyone

She wants herself to be

She is all yours to take

How can you not love a woman?

Frozen hearts are melted

By her warmth and hotness

Even the most powerful

Have become weakest

At their knees.

She is a woman

More rare than a diamond

More precious than wealth

She is your life

She is all you need.

~ This poem is especially dedicated to our mums. She is the first woman we have known. Have a Happiest International Women’s Day!

Idea

It all just came to me

And then it never left

Until it happened.

* Daily Prompt: Brain Wave

School

My so-called second world

Somehow prepared me

To a life of chaos.

* Daily Prompt: The New School