Birthday Birds

“Birthday Birds”

A spectacular annual phenomenon:
hundreds of birds flocking onto my Facebook tree,
summoned by an admonition of the illusive cyber jungle.

The extravagant display of glitter-coated feathers.
The sweet voices of professional singers.
The lyrical dance of nostalgia on my aging branch.
They all fuse into one
sensual expression of nothingness.

As quickly as they came, they flee
for other trees where fruits of relevance ripen,
leaving behind a few adults and fledglings,
whose wings are too faithful to fly,
or too weak to escape.

The moment that pitying of doves departs,
and the song of celebration fades into distance,
a murder of crows lands on my lone branch.
Softly yet surely they sing,
a beautiful song of lamentation.

A perfect present
from my birthday birds.

18 November 2014

(Photo by David Sim, Flickr.com)

How to Eat Rice?

“How to Eat Rice?”

The sweetest answer is:
tenderly.
Let it lead you
to the field of yesterdays,
where hopes and fears were planted.

Listen, carefully,
for the burst of histories,
as they reveal themselves
grain by grain,
bite by bite,
breath by breath.

Hold its hands,
as it morphs
into the mother of milk,
heavily pregnant
with memories,
aromas,
missions.

Do not swallow;
let her flow
to the playground of time,
where the child of tomorrows
awaits,
grows,
multiplies.

15 November 2014

(Photo by Charles Haynes, Flickr.com, modified and distributed under the same CC license)

Tamarind Tree

“Tamarind Tree”

Extend thy hands to pull me, my beloved Tamarind,
away from the fickleness that plagues this cold land.
Enchant me with thy golden blossoms and feathers,
that once cradled me above the sun-ripened sand.

Comfort my ears with the symphony of thy cicadas,
whose gentle voices may erase these eerie rumbles
of the mechanised monsters that blind and baffle me;
only thy lullaby may rectify these rambling shambles.

Hold me in thy sure arms, aged with timeless wisdom;
protect me from the soulless insects, black and bold,
that colonise the white screens of my tired windows;
and from the phantom of papers, so tall none can hold.

Let me taste the flesh of thy fruits, fresh and fragrant,
to cleanse my weary soul of the bitter doubts herein.
Anchor me by thy solid trunk to keep me grounded;
and reveal thy secret of growing warmth from within.

10 November 2014
Cambridge

(Photo by pranav, Flickr.com)

Ladyboy

“Ladyboy”

Fences of fake lashes
guard your lonely doors.
Walls of glamour make-up
ward your inner wars.

Inflated breasts decorate
those thin glass windows.
Synthetic smiles seeded
in those lawn shadows.

You wear royal charms
at garden parties.
But they can’t see through
your erected entities.

In an alien spaceship,
your soul has sailed,
through its past body,
where nature has failed.

Yet those eyes emit
amber ambition.
Those lips espouse
crimson conviction.

Ladies of virtues,
boys of bravery,
symmetrically conjoined,
in ladyboys of harmony.

9 November 2014

(Photo by zaphodsotherhead, Flickr.com)

“Wishes of the Wind”–original, comforting piano

“Wishes of the Wind”

A short, comforting piece for those who might be feeling a little down.

I wrote this piece a while ago for my dear friend, David, who was going through some tough times.

It is in a happy, energy-giving key–E major.

I hope you like it 🙂

Failed Fabrication

“Failed Fabrication”

I’m at a fancy dress party where
communal pretence banishes reality,
bottled ignorance intoxicates senses,
staged deceit impersonates honesty,
mutant cosmetics ravage vision.

Still,

‘Tis a lame masquerade of my happiness,
for the vivid pigments of colourful ecstasy
is vanished under the black brush of my fear.
The frail fortress of fabricated fantasy,
defeated by the naked troops of my tears.

A failed fabrication.

5 November 2014
Cambridge

Fireworks

“Fireworks”

Bang Bang Boom!

The sound of burnt money,
Ignited over greedy skies.
Seconds of explosive pleasure,
Linger on in unmet desires.

Flowers of elitist entertainment,
Bloom and loom in darkness.
Bright chains of burning light,
scattered in worthlessness.

Boom Boom Boom!

Beads of excitement ascend
Up the ladder of expectation.
Lustful regrets detonated
At the peak of fiery eruption.

You, father of all fireworks,
Mother dynamite of all sins,
Free me from your blazing spell,
N’ let me melt from inferno within.

5 November 2014
Cambridge
(Photo by Epic Fireworks, Flickr.com)

Snowdrop (translated quatrain poem)

“Snowdrop”
(translated from Thai, written as description for my piano piece ‘Snowdrop’)

Snowdrop kissed by ………… the Sun
Spring sings, away runs …….. Winter
New sky harbours tonnes ….. of light
In white lantern flowers…….. hope ignites; life returns.

6 February 2014
Khon Kaen

“ดอกหยาดหิมะ” 

๏ หยาดหิมะผลิแย้ม…………เย้าตะวัน
ชูช่อคราเหมันต์……………….เคลื่อนคล้อย
เบิกฟ้าใหม่ในวสันต์………….สุขสว่าง
ใต้กลีบนวลผกาน้อย…………ซ่อนไว้ ความหวัง ๚ะ

๖ กุมภาพันธ์ ๒๕๕๗
ขอนแก่น

The Verdict

“The Verdict”

Day of final judgement.

Standing before the court,
Love, the accused.
Lust, the accomplice.
Logic, the prosecutor.
The subconscious, witnesses.

Defending the accused,
Beauty, intoxication.
Passion, duress.
Instinct, self-defence.
Nature, necessity.

The charge:
Culpable heartslaughter.

The verdict:
Guilty.

The sentence:
Life reciprocity.

5 November 2014
Cambridge

(Photo by Tori Rector, Flickr.com, modified and distributed under same CC license)

Tasty Geneva

“Tasty Geneva”

A luscious day,
A lazy walk,
A hawk in the sky.

A crispy breeze,
A peaceful path,
A heart hungry to try.

A roast rainbow,
A glowing lake,
A well-baked scene.

Never tasted a city,
So spicy,
Yet so serene.

In quaint kitchen of piquant people,
One’s shielded from bitter tears and trouble.

With balsamic magic of hand-picked Geneva,
Life is as sweet and rich
As a Swiss chocolate bar.

Yum!

10 July 2012
Geneva

(Picture by andreh8, Flickr.com)