When pieces of my tainted life
scattered in the ocean of uncertain
I drifted in darkness without a pin of light
lost in a world of confusion
...
(My Wife, Noriati)
Your eyes bid farewell to my mornings
Like half-blooming Morning Glories
...
If saree caught on a thorns
even gentle pull is damaging
hard snap will ripped apart.
...
(i)
My teacher used to say,
Person who is problematic
Is a magnet for troubles
...
The footprint traces
Vanished by pounding
Waves. Was the tiredness
Of journey wasted without
...
In the jungle of life
There were many silt trails
I sunk to the bottom
Of the tricky mud
...
Frogs sing lullaby
Noise whacking the rainy night
Inspiration snooze
...
I
I ran out of ink
from the cabinet of words
per cup, I explain
...
Jealousy,
is it necessary?
or need not worry
even seems so silly
...