Mornings....

morning is a stink of sunny beams...
not much in favor of the sunshine here...
it hurts...
because of various UV reasons...
there's a hole just above us...
the skin scadded...
that tan is not cool...

it whimpers...
i longed the sweat and sunshine in my homeland...
though I sweat...
though it glares...
there are great warmth...
beyond words, beyond the extreme weather...
the humid and dense air filled every morning with every chatter of the birds...

that's how mornings remind me...
of rain and shine...

Something magical...

Some day...
maybe in the several decades to come...
I hope to step on the land of the midnight sun...
of course it is not the Twilight series..
which dazzled so many thousand kids...
This land truly exists....
I would like to wonder under the heavenly lights...
a world so different...
a world apart from the tropics, the four seasoned..
the whales piping their songs so hauntingly...
the glow so  mysterious and magical...
a place where silence speaks of beauty...
a place of ice and dancing waves in the sky...
I longed to reach for the glow..
in the cool mellow wind...
embraced in the energy that resides so mysteriously...
a long forgotten...
a fade scent of its existance...

Puffs in the short street...

A short narrow street...
Filled with puffs from the nature..
puffs from the vehicles...
puffs from the people...
It lies...
taking in all the comfort and discomfort the puffs which swept across its skin...
as frequently as night and day spin...
its cobbled skin caked with dirt and dust...
And its joyous times were of the purifying shower which sends the puffing people scrambling across it...
the puffs make it shiver during its shower...
but those puffs are cleansed too... it pitied the long winding street whose head merely touches its rib...
the body stretches down below... where dirt and dust are swept down from the short street's body.. and over its head.. down to the longest toe...
where once the dirt was its...
they cling tightly to the long winding street... the roughly made body...
and so though the short street is dirt for almost every single broad day light...
it sometimes had the privilege of a brisk cleaning...
and so it often wonder...
does the long winding road had this moment before...
or do the other bending street...
or do the others streets than connect them had ever had it all...
as as far as it could see.. it was stacked all above them....

Living light...

Steps trotted...
people with suitcases hurried by...
Working in a windowless room is no fun...
And the chill in there was so impossibly real...
The sun shone brightly showering part of the table in the opposite room with golden specks...
facing the radiation for long hours is no fun...
That is when i wished i could burst into the open air..
a clearing... overgrown with green and soft moss flooring...
the feet will go pad pad pad over it as they skipped joyously to the tune of carefree past times...
borderless... even when sky meets at the horizon...
it's a thousand times better than to face four walls of peeling grey wash...
I would exchange for a hearing of the horses neigh... than the typing keys of a keyboard and the dull clicking mouse...
The world outside awaits...As i rattled away in the glum stuffy space...

Endless...

There is a case of thug...
There in a minute your flesh unharmed,  in another it tore...
Yet in another it healed or rot... either ways...it is always the same...
The water purifies itself in a cycle... rivers into vapours into clouds into rain into seas and streams... everything is in circles....
That is where every tiny little thing starts and fades...
the momentum was as if a cursed chain...
binds the wits... things drag on...
you bathe...
You ar clean but not for long...
your body smells after a certain time...
you never stay purified for long...
yet although the processing of getting stinky is fast...
the purification is slow...
nothing stays purified for long...
are dirt really dirt when it starts out?
a means to cling makes dust a dirt...
when it clings, refusing to barge, it grows...
when it grows... it accumulates..
alongside claims other recollections of its own...
when they collide...
they attract..
the essence arose...
thus, the stench...

Soon...

Soon dawn will unveil...
to the flutter of perhaps a cloudy sky...
the wind is quiet today...
Everything is....
I have seen a few lanterns dangling...
but are they meaningful...
I would like to stretch my arms out wide...
towards my loved ones....
across the sea..between horizons...
there are no laughter,
nor tears...

there will be only contentment...
a cove hidden so,
fins are seen...
but yet to be discovered...
what lies below...
what lays there...
only the knowing at that time
spell the most exact notion...
of what lies below...
a current,
or undercurrent..
who knows,
is the trapped glow of dawn...
the glow that will soon be united...
when heavens meet the morning dawn...

Things that matter...

All this time... Work has been good... I must say the working hours aren't too long neither are they short... I had moved to a windowless room... The stuffy room makes it hard to get a change of inspiration...
New Year is just arouund the corner... Yet there isn't any festive mood here... The walk to uni was as usual filled with people of all sorts, mostly students... New faces who are present for summer school.. Exhaustion was inevitable for me as all I need to do is stare at the desktop all day long...

Browsing through videos after work was fortunately not that stressful.. My mind wonders around imagining the festive mood in my hometown... though it would be quite a sleepy hole, things would never be like what I experience in a foreign country.. No programmes, no special events... except maybe on this coming 21st...I would have to see how they celebrate it here... A little progress which captured my eye along the short stretch of road, few lanterns hanging silently on the lamp post.... No festive songs... Not a word breathe about it... Yet, those lanterns fill a little part of me with a fade warmth... I wonder whether they lit up at night...

The greatest dissappointment was the muddled mind of someone who does not care about this celebration... They got the wrong zodiac for this year...Wake up, it's the year of the water dragon silly... Simply dreadful.. They care not of reunions, they care not for merry-making,  of being with friends and family.. All they care is to get drunk during the festive season... that's their partying.. that's their so called happiness... Such indulgence...

It is regretful that they knew not of the joys of get togethers and the bond in collectivist culture... Well, after all they do not share the greatest of minds either... After all those things are trivial matters for them... Leading a half drunken life...