(the delayed) Day 89 in 2017


Let your heart be heard. 

Your words can dance

In the noisy sphere. 


Day 86 in 2017

Running through the tunnel, 

You are exposed to the limited sphere.

Sometimes the end is invisible,

But it is doubtlessly leading you somewhere. 

Keep on running. 

Enjoy the solitude. 

Day 85 in 2017

My kind of Sunday

Is polychromatic in every way. 

Colourful kids booklets,

Drawing all the hidden dreams  

In a micro Sunday class. 

It’s the beginning of Spring. 

Buds of hope are coming forth. 

Even though you must wrap the day

With a double-spoon of Ventolin expectorant. 

As the English say, 

Keep calm and carry on. 

Day 84 in 2017

Mie Naripan (Naripan Noodle)

The local taste never disappoint you. 

It never gets dilapidated by time –

Classic and legendary.

You’ll get homesick for the taste

And the ambience. 

Just like coming home 

After a long drive.