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.