Plastic tag

I could not have known, I cannot control

It's comforting to just inhabit irrelevance 

Inhale now exhale now

And never look beyond

No higher calling

No other name

Than on the plastic tag on my blue collar

The question and the answer 

The final point where all sentences end.

Into the light

No longer in Hong Kong but still writing off and on. This is the latest mostrosity.

Into the Light
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Nothing's ever forgotten
Just hidden away in
Seemingly inaccessible recesses
Out of sight
But not out of reach
Reluctant insistent memory
A product of convenience
As much as of accident

From a crevice under the carpet
Where I abandoned a questioning moment
It rolled out and lay before me
Like a secret in the sun
Looking as fresh and potent
As it had in its day
Even though it had ceased to matter
It hadn't faded away
I lifted the carpet and kicked it
Back to all the others
The moments I had lived once
My stubborn presumptuous waste.

brb @ HK

My stint at Hong Kong is over. I've left. But you can take me out of Hong Kong, you'll never take Hong Kong out of me. I'm coming back. At this point I don't know when... but I know I have to. Apart from my hometown, I've never felt so at ease and at home in any other city.

There were a lot many things that never made it to the blog. And towards the end it turned into a mere repository of my poetic (mis)adventures. Anyway, loved the time I spent in HK. A lot of very varied experiences - the entire range of human emotions, I suspect.

The story is over... at least for the time being. But the blog shall continue. We move on from HK, and then....

Wordy Soil

In that moment when
The eyes are held adrift, a little
Longer that usual
A window opens
Into dark shimmering waters.
Contours of need -
The undulating edges of restrain
Are traced clearly
On a bed of sandy reason,
The grainy, abrasive soil,
From which erupt clouds
Of murky insoluble doubt
With every wordy wave
And conversational tide.

Sparkling Sun

The more I am happy
The worse it becomes.
Kicking wildly in deep water
But the sparkling sun only recedes.

My joy is the weight of water
Far over my head
It seeps into my lungs.

My life, the stone to which I'm tied,
Drags me down
But ever so slow.

My days, bubbles large and small,
Leave me in search
Of the distant sun.

Brim of incapacity

Eyes were left parched long after
The heart sank and drowned
In flash floods, filling
And exceeding the depths of trust,
Breaching the brim of incapacity
Submerging horizons of confidence
Dissolving sheer volumes of passion
Into a saline slag of stunned silence.

So Must Yours

Did I throw you in the cup of coffee
Where you float, as scenes
From your life flash before your eyes?
That beverage is not mine
This guilt isn't mine
Mine is this poem
To honour that last breath
Which was yours.

Looking for an unknown truth
To the point where I must invent it
With words, time and rigour
That truth which I see
And I alone can show you
My truth, is accepted
Because so must yours be
We live the lives of our collective truths
Commodified wisdom - the truth.