Monthly Archives: July 2015

Poem: Part-immaculate

Butterfly lips are on your neck and shoulder,
Careful not to touch the contour of your face
and smile as you breathe on my hair,
My fingers refuse to entangle beautiful knots,
I had dreamed of us like this, over and again.

When the sun rises, I will pack the suitcase
inundated with Moulin Rouge and Cathedral memories,
Finished last night’s champagne from the bottle,
I look at you for the very last time; a moment of silence,
How I wish to repeat yesterday in an immaculate beat.

But I will be gone before you open your eyes,
I will be gone by the time you are awake.

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Poem: Missing

Took a trip to your hometown,
Where you promised to show me around,
By the fountain we’d danced,
a lovely duet of miles and miles apart.

Challenge me the difference between winter and spring,
Before you leave me with Summer the stranger,
‘Two in One Soul’ is unknown to a Scarlet Letter,
but it has envisaged in confusion and bittersweet.

At the playground, of smiling nose and lips,
Men and women sharing the responsibilities,
building merrily institution for their children,
This maternal clock is ticking like a nuclear atomic.

I had scribbled lyrical poems on random basis,
on the notebook you gave me when we first met,
I put my hand on this half-beating heart,
Eyes on the tilted artwork by the dune,
‘My love, I miss you so.’

Poem: Love Revisited

This love is not an obsession
yet difficult to remain conscious
fumbling with insanity,
Like a bird I should hold it with care,
neither too tight, nor too loose
In case the curtain closes;
damage committed –
beyond recognition,
I will let it sink and swim
in this pit-less heart.

They say uninvited love hurts a lifetime,
let him go move on look forward,
The right one will eventually appear;
be patient and persevere
Bear in mind that True Love Waits,
But there’s something no one would resonant:
Once his name has been set in this mind,
will always be as pure as wine,
irreplaceable
Everlasting –

Poem: Love

doesn’t need to say you’re sorry,
It has no right or wrong,
And it doesn’t ask the reason why
this is happening to you and me,
It comes straight from the heart,
like sweeping feet across the ocean wide,
whether or not you and I are ready,
The distance between us is set to determine,
a crucial test; an endurance
of what is worth the fight,
It could be an endless makeshift,
Beautiful tricks played by fateful chemistry,
If I would to make a wish tonight,
Dear my love, take me to wherever you may be.

Poem: Unrequited

This night I search for the folder in yellow,
where I kept all your photographs in silence.
In this state, I’ve lost my balance and human touch,
Blankness is the only word that sends your face traveling.

I sit with my typewriter along the movable bridge,
At one of the sections, reminding me of her silhouette,
The bridge’s name and hers – I capitalized them in mind;
F-O-R-E-V-E-R always beyond my reach.

Because of you I have to begin with a fresh chapter,
Whether or not I will hear from you
again; whether I have a chance to see you
The best would probably to bury this love within.

One day, you’ll find a letter unopened; unsealed
One day, you may or may not remember me
One day out of nowhere, your arms find its way to me
telling me that you still want me

and that I will reply by bringing you closer,
kissing you and never to have let you go;
Until then your absence only makes this heart
grows evermore fonder.

Yangsze Choo

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Sincerely, Shalom

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