Sad Christmas...

From the window panel...

Sitting at the high chair...

Watching the rain...

Light shone from the lamp post...

Turn rain drops into crystal like...

I can feel the coldness...

At this moment...

It draws back the memory...deep thought....

How I know you...

How hard you work...

How you manage all the emotion...

Today you taught me...

What is important in life...

I can loose everything in life...

But not myself...

Only with myself I can rebuild and come back stronger...

If I loose myself.... Everything in the world is not important any more...

This Christmas came with a sad news...

The saddest Christmas so far...

Although you are gone for now... but your smile will always be remembered....

What you taught me in work and in life...

I will hold it dearly...

Goodbye for now... Until we meet again...

You will be missed for sure...

Date Me Next Time

On this joyful day...

Things seem gloomy...

Sky is grey...

Life is too short to be wasted..

Treasure people around you...

For you will never know...

What will happen the next moment...

Graffiti of Heart

Graffiti of heart is an art...

The chosen one is the artist...

To write lovely poem...

To scribble promises...

To draw the future...

Over time...

Graffiti over graffiti....

Artist over artist....

Is this the vandalism of the heart?

Graffiti of heart is a lover of art....

It changes  through time....

It flows with the creativity of the artist....

Best graffiti for the heart...

Is where the mind and heart talk the same language...

A heart with graffiti is always prettier and stronger...

Venusian

All you want to be is transparent...

You no longer want to dream.,.

You no longer want to love...

You no longer want to hurt...

You hold it quietly strong...

Holding the past tightly in your fist...

Clenching it tightly....

Holding to what belongs to yesterday...

The sweeter is the memory...

The deeper is the cut....

Your smile is just a camouflage...

You decided not to hate...

You decided not to blame...

You decided to forgive and forget...

Shut the door...

To lock the soul forever...

When survival is not your choice...

You just drift along and stumble on your way with tears...

You are  a galaxy apart...

You know you are in Venus...

When you start brand new....

Roses, butterflies or fireflies

Roses....

Sweet smell of roses... colourful.....

I love red roses....Romantic...

Attractive from far....

But it can only stay still...

Waiting to be pluck...

Once it is owned... it is just waiting for it's life to end...

Dry up... Wrinkle... Turning brown...

End of life is to be thrown away....

Butterflies....

Colourful... Flying free...

Dramatic....

But what's the history....

Transformation.... from something so different...

From land.... Spreading wings to fly beautifully....

Not staying still...

Unreachable.... You just cannot own it...

But you will crave and want to have it...


Fireflies...

Only shine on others...

Visible in the dark...

Only to those that can see it's beauty...

When it reaches dawn...

The beauty will just vanish...

Without you knowing... it just disappear....

What you want to be...

Today... Tomorrow... Forever...

Very much depends on you...

Nobody can tell you so...

Sweet.. Stand still...Dramatic... Carefree... Shine brightly...Disappear....

You choose...

Your choice....