May 4, 2014

Why we choose to

Well, the context might look very obvious. But if you think a little deeper, you'll realize that there are many themes in life where this can be applied.

Making is fun
At least for most
Rearing is less fun
Except for most
Yet we want to
Yet we dare to
Out of need
Or wanton greed
Out of fear
Or is end near
For we have little to leave
When called to leave
So we choose to
So we don't have to not to.

May 2, 2014


Was out on labor day for a medical appointment and had a chance to wander around an underground mall by myself, for couple of hours. The key thing here is 'by myself' -- I haven't managed to do this for quite a while. At least not since the arrival of our daughter, which was 2 years ago!

Anyway having lunch at the mall, relishing the what was to be a short-lived experience of my single days, I was inspired to write a small poem, based on my observations around the mall during that hour. I call it as a poem, not knowing what qualifies as one. You be the judge.

It started with the first four lines, but slowly took the following form on the ride back home. Context is my decision to go for a KFC burger as lunch, giving in to the momentary temptation, that could be safely pursued in the absence of my better half.

A fleeting bliss
Derived from junk
Makes me wanna hiss
For what's inside is gunk.

Lovers locked in kiss
Hues of purple and pink
Intent is not to diss
But can't stomach the kink

At least they found their bliss
Seemed to last longer than my junk.

Stranger across is Cantonese
Heaving his chest, looks like a trunk
With wife and kids
In Taiwan for funk

Hope he finds his bliss
Would have to search through junk.

Thanks to Jobs and his trends
A train full of my ilk
With phones pasted to their eyes
Deep in their world sunk

Did they miss their bliss?
Having failed to notice THIS hunk.

Short lived was my bliss
Confined to the junk
At least I had my bliss
Though only for a blink.