I step into the chilly night and I am reminded, “ahh, it’s that time again!” That night, many moons ago, when you left without so much of a goodbye. Suddenly, quietly, without a word, you walked away. I allow myself to wonder, if just for a moment, if you are happy in that place you bravely chose to go to. Have you finally let go of all the sad memories, and have you now embraced new ones, happier ones? The endless questions start to overcome me, but I shrug them off and allow the night’s coldness to shroud me. I keep walking as the memories force their way in, memories of you, the person who now lies in a cold place.
사랑해, Always and Forever.

For all the beautiful hearts that cried so much they could not beat anymore.

Dearest friend, do you hear me, shouting from this little corner of the world, where sun and gloomy rain compete for my affection. Are you happy? Is that place warm and are the streets there paved with love and every sort of goodness? Dearest friend, the roads you did not walk, I’ll try and walk them for you; the life you did not get to live, I will take it on for you. I will live life bountifully, taking on God’s blessings and life’s woes head on. When the harsh waves of life toss me about, I will hold on and look to better days ahead. I will live life in all its beauty as I remember the wonderful gifts you bestowed on me – the wonderful memories and above all, your beautiful friendship.

From the harshness of this sun, I flee – into this merciless rain,

a hiding place I search… in vain.

Morning monsoon rain-

falls softly on tin roof-

and reminds me of you.

A Tribute to My Lord HGY; on the loss of a Great Mind

Far above the thatched roofs of despair,

Away from the mournful echoes of this great sea,

my Lord leaves,

in a palanquin carried high above the tattered hearts

that still yearn for him.

“What shall we do when we miss you?”

Shall we call unto you with

our already sorrow-spent voices?

Will you rise from your uncertain resting place

and speak to us again?

Perhaps you will answer us

and appease our crushed souls.

Far above this Chosen land,

My Lord leaves,

mourned by King and water-bearer alike.

Away from this hermit kingdom,

my Lord leaves,

his return very uncertain.

Rising Sun, Beaten Earth

It is a new day, but it does not feel like it.

My spirit longs to be free,

and my very soul cries for a touch of humanity.

A savage beast has claimed every remnant of the person I used to be,

and left behind an orphan of sorts.

I struggle to reclaim,

but I cannot fight for that which is mine.

My strength has vanished,

and I look in vain for it.

I beg for an intervention from one I used to know,

but he is silent to my pleadings.

I wonder whether he sees or hears me,

for all I am now is Beaten Earth under a Rising Sun.

True Friendship

‘Tis true friendship that makes
life bearable,
‘Tis the warm embrace of your
true heart that carries me away

from tempestuous days,
‘Tis your loving words that
reassure me when I doubt my self,
‘Tis your gentle ears that pay
heed to my trials and my victories,
‘Tis your loving soul that rejoices
with me even when I don’t have
the strength to delight in the day,
‘Tis your crazy spirit that
tells me it is okay to be
ridiculous at times,
It’s your true friendship
that makes life worthwhile.

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All I Have

You who propel the sun,

You who hold the moon in perfect balance,

You who conduct the stars in perfect unison, give heed to my prayer

Rescue me from my own mortality and imperfection

Pay heed to my unreasonable wants and needs, and grant them.

Judge me with lenience when I turn my face away from your light.

Carry me in your countenance, when my steps get heavy and weary.

Love me even when I bruise your soul, for you are all I have.

These Hills

These hills, they seem to call out to me

with the voice of my long lost village love.

They emerge out of the earth, embracing the sky-

like a proud virginal princess bride, ready to meet her prince.

These hills – I long to lie at its feet, bask in its shade and

Carelessly wish these tempestuous days away.

I desire to climb its steep arms-

perhaps to accomplish something in this simple haunted life.

These hills, I desire to bequeath this helpless,

tortured soul into its strong, immense, beautiful bosom.

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Slowly

Slowly, stealthily, gently I crawl.

Into a world unknown I proceed,

with the beats of my naive heart cautioning me.

I hesitate but I proceed,

I look back once more at the path of knowns,

but you tug at me and with quiet hesitations I follow.

You lead me and I refuse to pay heed to the warnings.

Years of wisdom envelop me but I shrug it away,

with a heart in want I embrace you

Slowly, stealthily, gently we become one.