They build towers

They build Towers and Taj Mahal alike,
They cross endless sea and far beyond;
As for me, I am least contented
But to have a pen and white paper
In place, is all I need in time.

True that love changes with faces
And faces have different loves' attire;
As for me, I am unchangeably hers
But the dying glory of passion
In love, is finally revived in us.

Few friends I possest in truth,
In truth they are no fewer than less;
As for me, I am what Jonathan is to David
But to part and pine is unseperable
In life, is re-united by death.
Dying is living yet.

The lilies of Shirui Kashong in may

The lilies of Shirui Kashong in May,
They are beautiful;
The message of a preacher on Sunday morning,
It delivers the soul out of hell;
The sudden laughter of a child in her father's lap,
'Tis an overwhelming joy for a mother;
The long overdue prayer when answered,
'Tis praiseworthy though for no reason;
There are great, great things__
When I have the dearest gift,
And when I have the sweetest kisses,
What do I seek hereafter?
Here I lay my foundation__
Fate, do not move me.

February 2005 

Unsaid

UNSAID

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Songachan Vasah

Love uncover us

Love uncovers us like budding flowers,
Each day a glorious moment when in blossom;
It makes our hearts glad like old wine,
'Round the year a festive season, drunk in love;
To crave and long for the unseen and unknown,
Those are lullabies for the sleeping guardian angel.
Unguarded yet live in a palace of invincible; 
However true, spring always come to an end__
With much jealousy in our hearts.

I have tasted the sweet relish root of the day

I have tasted the sweet relish root of the day;
Now I reclaim my thoughts for the night. 
As the hot sun lowered to cast shadow on me,  
A sort of prophetic age to be lost in time.
Rent your life; 
All the ornaments that adorns your body
Perhaps you may be contented as I do__ 
Still, false promises chase you throughout your dream. 
Gone are the days, gone with my memories, 
How reluctant I was then__ 
Never wanting to part with the forgotten verse,
In this sweet innocence, I lay my head undisturbed, 
Waiting for the indifferent sunset, 
Much has been beguiled to a new dawn.