LKY Haiku

I stand on the shore of my life

My feet wet from the waves of fear

Longing for lapping waters to lure me to sleep

Senescence Haiku

The pink of falling petals

reminds her of porcelain skin.

Withered leaves around her she doesn't see.

 

Lost Communication

The wintery wind blows away the boat of messages.

Along it brings a rain, showering on the words.

As the waves rise and withdraw the letters,

silence drifts across the sea.

Pining Haiku

Sliver of red sleeves peeking out under black robe

Like the sun trying to break out of the dark clouds

Both in search of a promise of spring

 

 

The Fall

Will you catch me when I fall?

As I slip, suspended in the air and grasping

Will you catch me and straighten me out?

As I land on the hard floor of truth

I see you the snow flower

Falling into a puddle of oblivion

No one to catch you when you fall

 

Xylophone toy

The colours are keys to your dreams

As your mallet hammers, strives, plays on

the notes sing to your tune but which tune?

 

The Child

He is so sweet

so delicious

yet so shy

He can wink

with one eye

and can run really fast

Makes her smile without doing

anything. Makes her day

when he sits next to her

Her voice sings

and laughs. Her

little feet dance

Let's invite them over!

They are not your friends, I said

They will be when the others are not around

I can try but what if they say no?

Ask the friends first. When they say yes, he will come too

the child said, innocence glimmering in her eyes

Weaving her web big

and wide, just to draw

the boy to her

Who does not know she is many things

who shrugs off her worship

whose apathy stings

She is undeterred

She is in no hurry

She is the crouching spider

Alas, the day comes as she beholds him in the web

of conceit, threading his arms and legs

keeps him from scaling the tower of her heart

He, who does not know she is many things

who shrugs off her worship

whose spectral gaze echoes to the beating of her pumping organ

In the proud tower of her heart

 

Random Haiku

BBQ chicken kiosk next to a roundabout

The chicks rotate on the spit.

day and night roundabout

spitting cars. where do they go?

 

Dilemma

If I practice what I preach

why do I get ipad shoulder

and my child gets no ipad time?

 

The German

Chicken rice is her favourite

yet the half Lion City girl imagines

she has blue eyes and blond hair

 

Changing Singapore

Dinner was laksa with bean sprouts

sprouting from the bowl an aroma of the familiar

folding the new into fried bean curd squares

 

Self

The cursor blinks at me

winking away doubts of white blank

twinkling at words of self dares

The lullabies are the ghost

who haunts hopes and dreams

for fear of losing its way

The child utters the words

to the melody of her past

to the future tense of its morrow

Bird sings sunrise colours

squirrels scurrying past

but oblivious to the seculars

 

 

Swimming Pool

Like fishes

limbs of young and old

cutting through water

The sun shines

dim and vivid

translucent and bright

School children arrive

din and muted

clear and subdued

Like life's repetitive rhyme

the music of our

iterating limbs soothes