Soggy Afternoon Can be Beautiful Too

Today's is a wet and soft afternoon,
With laziness and idyllic posture

All around and many folks in the

Neighborhood Starbucks taking this

slow-moving Sunday as easy as possible.

Falling raindrops, with its punctuating 

Sound on the concrete surface just outside

The front door of the store, make a poet's

Fascination a little more fascinating and 

Their imagination a bit more Romantic.

A tall pike would boost the energy

To think straight, but dream wild, 

And write down the words expressing

A poet's thought processes in a meandering,

But resonating and effusive manner.

Sightseeing a parrot on a tree, I can't

Recollect when I have seen a parrot last time,

I stand up and walk outside to take a more

Adoring look at the bird, whose chirps make 

An otherwise soggy afternoon so beautiful!

Tribute to My Mother

I received the message in WhatsApp
That my mother just passed away.

I was numb, not really sure how to react as the

Pulsating heartbeats accelerated far and away.

With a bolt out of the blue striking me with the

Ferocity that I could hardly fathom and imagine

And not sure what, or how, to make anything out of it,

I decided to celebrate her life and make it ever shine.

I immediately subsumed myself in my memory lane

To retrieve the grayed out ekphrasis

sketched in my mind long ago, but left

neglected with life so immersed in daily chores. 

As my mother crossed the line that everyone

Has to cross, the thought that swirls around my mind 

To remind me that there is a beacon of hope out there

Illuminating with inextinguishable brightness of compassion.