Green birds cackling,
Sun is setting.
Mama watching the news,
Papa’s bus ride we choose.
I’m waiting to cook instant noodles,
For the colours of the garden, for the damp touch of the soil…
For the laughters of Hana, for her fascination of foil.
For the joy of being alone, for the joy of being alive…
On my bench, I am contemplating
About the life I had and the life that kept me waiting.
Birds chirping at my back, I watch the sun set at the front
while the pigeon croaks and the magpies hunt.
Four Seasons The sound of traffic in a distance I was led to my seat with passive resistance
Tolerable humidity under this umbrella I sat down near to the daydreaming fella
I woke up today with positivity
so to start my day with negative passivity.