Category Archives: Experimental

Flash fiction: If This Is How It Ends

Sneak preview of If This Is How it Ends

“A woman in pauper dress ambled into the colonial room with a Monogram suitcase. She glimpsed at the man with pot-belly aka The Boss.”

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Much love…

Poem: Mind Paralysis

Little by little;
dripping ’em in the jar
namely full of hope with no despair,
I can do thousands per day;
while some couldn’t even in a month,
Blame not the weather
that is of porn-interested mentality
Paralyzes —

Poem: Hair Clip

Have you seen my hair clip?
The one I couldn’t leave without —
You then ignore as I’m rummaging
through your drawers and cabinets,
You detach it from a stack of script
and then put it on me before ambling
to the kitchen with my coffee mug.

Poem: Autumn Muse

I — should leave
for a place that
no one knows me
only to give credence to —

Autumn leaves
I have yet to witness
nor to feel — inhale with pride.
I bet they’re as
enigmatic like your eyes, lips
and everything about you.

Poem: Where (PH)antasy Lashes

and the future has abandoned you; but
has given me a breathe of new expectancy.
I have let go all the fuel,
Never I should look back in vain,
I shall admit this with no pang of shame,
for that genuine, considerate, faithful
love is all I ever needed.

Now back to test my patience and yearning,
Stoned and disbelief of what you just saw,
Sorry, but I am deeply affected
by this beautiful fantasy that to
balance my insatiable PH.

Poem: Let The Mist Runs Free

I spray ocean mist on me
because you’re obsessed with it.
You broke my Nirvana’s record
because I refused
to conquer the world with you.

Now I’m willing to delete our song,
Throw away your sweater; and
Donate those paperbacks you left behind,
If only I could dispose this feeling
of disappointment by substituting
that was of an ethereal and chiseled —

Poem: Edges of Danger

You were my lover,
I have loved and accepted
everything about you
Never mind those edges of danger.

Earphone’s back to normal
Your songs are audible,
Humming graces and thinking
what’s been clouding before us recently.

Random Musings

Poetry by Pooja Alok

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Ka Man Mak

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Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

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Polish girl married to a Hongkonger, based in Hong Kong

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