The colours of life

The orangey hue of sunset

The interaction between sunlight and the atmosphere.

Blinded by its beauty
I sat there watching
Not realising that the shadows
Have blended 

into the background.

Frantically I groped around in the darkness
Searching for something
Anything
That would tell me where
I was.

Nothing.

Hopelessly
I stared back
Into the darkness.

The stars
They twinkled!
Back at me.

Hydrogen atoms fuse into helium atoms.

I relaxed back into the ground.

The sun has set
Only to rise again tomorrow.
And tomorrow
The sunset may appear a different hue
But it is ok.

Such are the colours
of life.

A letter to my teenage self

This blog started 11 years ago purely to have a place to write my poems. Recently, I have been doing some reflection, and I realised how times have passed, life has gone on, and how I have grown as a person over the years. It is thus apt for some reflective post, and of course writing it in plain prose is too mainstream, so I shall present it in the form of a letter to my younger self. This form of writing is something I have always wanted to try, and the fact that I can now try it is also a sign that I have collected enough experiences to write it!

A letter to my teenage self

It was the era of blogs. Jumping on the bandwagon, you started this blog to collect the poems you wrote along the way. It was a difficult time, but you found an outlet to express your emotions. I have to tell you, this blog was a good idea, for reasons greater than those you could imagine in the short 10+ years you have lived.

School may have been the be-all and end-all of your life as a teenager. But there is so much more in the world for you to discover. School, friends, human relationship, and even more that 25 years old me still does not know about.

So do not ever suppress your emotional and sensory sensitivities. Feel the world for what it is, and do not ever stop creating. This blog would not only be a collection of your poems, but it would also track the trajectory of your personal growth, through the development in sophistication in the subject matter of your creations, from school, to friends, to human relationship and beyond.

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise again”
I think you would be proud of where you will go.

Digital art infused in tea

Inspired by the visit to EN Tea House at TeamLab Borderless in Odaiba, as well as recent events in life.

I
Digital art infused tea.
A crossover
between the modern and the old.
Ambivalence.

Tea is served.
And the flowers start blooming.
So pretty!

Attracted by its beauty
I drink in the projection

II
Digital art infused tea.

A crossover
like never before.
Curious.

What happens when you move the chawan to the side?
What happens when you lift the chawan?
What happens when you drink it all?

I lift the chawan and
I sip the tea.

One sip.
Two sips.
Three sips.
…

III
Digital art infused tea.
Where does one end
and the other begin?
Unstoppable.

The branches are waving,
the aroma of the tea wafting.

Attracted by the four dimensional experience
I gulp down the tea.

One gulp.
Two gulps.
Three gulps.

One petal.
Two petals.
Three petals.
…
Flower petals scatter
Leaves fall
The projection disperses
Leaving nothing behind
Empty.

Am I not supposed to drink the tea?
Too late
as I looked into the chawan.
Empty.

It is all a projection
and I do not like green tea
But why is my heart attracted to
digital art infused tea?