When the warmth of the indigenousness
Greets you here,
The sun-kissed spices burst a masterpiece.
It brightens the universe,
A magnificent magnet for the eyes.
Brings out all the other lights
And makes them bright,
Conquering darkness they might.
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.
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.
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.
Everything turns into silhouette
On the canvas of the blue sky
It’s the beauty of not seeing the whole picture