Life on a Rocking Chair

to and fro, it moves
in not so hasty way,
perceiving the touch of
the gentle wind,
narrowly observing
the passing vehicles
viewed
from the windowpane.

the pigmented doves

corroding on the roof
of a dilapidated hut.
a skinny old woman
washing some clothes;
maybe she’s tired – but
have to endure
the hardships in life.

sway, sway gradually and
let the fancy
be freed, while
conceiving the past and
the state to come. then,
she closed her eyes
and forbid not her spirit
to wander forever.

A House

At the roadside, there’s a structure,
it seems a house but I wasn’t sure.
It was built some years ago,
long before my life was brought into.

The dweller calls it a house,
but others call it otherwise
Some people name it a shanty,
a symbol of difference in society.

Built with scrap galvanized iron,
pieces of leftover woods and carton.
Some old rubber wheels on the roof,
to strengthen the foundation so soft.

Branded as informal settler,
but eloquently called a squatter.
Often disregarded by the authority,
remembered only on election day.

A squatter, a house, or a shanty,
no matter how it is called by many.
It is deemed as a decent shelter,
by those who are very less in power.

LORD, wait for me

Take me to YOUR world and beyond

Show me the things that delights YOU

The pretense of the occurrence within

And all the things that YOU abhor

Lead me to walk through YOUR footprints

Even when the waves are trying to rub it out

Lighten up the dark road that I traverse

Even when the wind is blowing out the light

Guide me when I feel the perplexity

In choosing the right path to take

When at the crossroad that seems so complex

And when I’m jolting on a bumpy road

Where do I start to begin the journey?

To reach the place that YOU prepared for everybody

Though I walk unhurriedly towards YOU

Yet, YOU patiently are waiting for me

Please do not depart from me, oh LORD

Until I recognize the way leading to YOU

Help me to muster enough strength

To speed up my motion before YOU close the gate