Coffee prayer

Almighty Coffee,
thy aroma drives me crazy.
Where art thou shall lead me ?
The road ahead is, but insanity.
With addicted stupidity,
how can I tell me where it will be ?

Caffeine, oh caffeine,
how can I understand thee ?
What is, is not what seem to be.
Let the world hurried by,
let the world stand still.
I am,
elusively what I seemed not to be.
The desires to be intoxicated by thee,
does in fact pleases my senses,
of not to be, and yet seemingly be.

I know,
I may not have knowledge of the road ahead.
Carpe diem !
With a sip of your greatness,
you deliver the sereneness to my senses,
to be at peace with myself for the time being,
to soothe my fears and troubles alone.
Tomorrow shall come, but let it be.

From here, with a cup of thee,
Tell me, is there eternity ?
Answer me not,
for the answer lies within me.
With my bended knee,
I am, but Saint Coffee !

Tears in my heart......

I let you go not ?
Many years have passed,
you left me a glimpse of sorrow,
and a reminder of cruelty of fate.

I gave you no name,
nor a grave for remembrance.
I decided,
the winds shall carried away,
the ashes into the ocean.
The free spirits of ocean,
shall free your soul,
from this tormented world.

With tears in my heart,
and a heart of sorrow,
I cried to bid you goodbye.
Son, I am sorry.
You belong to heaven,
but heaven is not on earth.
I would hold your hand a bit longer,
If only I could,
if only I could.

I am not God,
to grant you the rights
to stay a bid longer in this world of mine.
If only you could,
if only you could.

You came back in shadow,
I see you.
I feel you.
But I can not hug you,
neither can I hold you in my arms.
You are not real,
but, a fragment of past memories.

Go, please go.
Go to where you belong.
I find no happiness,
in seeing you lost in this world,
where you does not belong.
Be brave, step forward.
over there, there is a place,
a serene and beautiful garden,
where angels belonged.

They said, life must go on.
It always will.
I have no more tears for you.
But rest assured,
forget you I will not.
You shall alway remained
in a special corner of my heart,
till the day I die.

Son, goodbye............

Controlled not ?

What is mine,
was it really mine ?
What I possessed,
do I really owned ?

I know,
the flowers
in my garden,
is beautiful.
But it decides its own lifespan.
Can I dictate it to blossom forever ?

That building,
I proudly claimed my own.
But if I missed the dues to the bank,
Can I decide the fate of ownership ?

I insured my life.
But, in death,
would I be able to enjoy
the security it promised ?

My family,
I do loved, and I do cherished.
I am blessed with
feelings of comforts and warms,
and a secured sense of belongings.
But would it last forever ?
Death do us part,
death do us part.

What I once possessed,
I controlled not.
Would I be able to regret not
for those that I now possessed not ?

I live at the mercy of God,
on borrowed time,
in a place
where I do not belong.
I controlled not
my space and my time.

In life,
I tried, and I tried.
If I failed, If I succeed,
would it really matter ?
We can changed the course,
but can we change
the final outcome ?
All of us always end up dead.
Isn't it ?

This life, this life....
The emotional attachments,
and the materials desires,
I would like to let go.
But Can I ?
Is my purpose
in this life to plant karma,
to be harvested as vipaka of next life ?

This life.
I am,
but a soul in a degenerative body,
in a journey of transit to nowhere.
God knows where I belong.
There is no glory in death,
but hardships in life.
I controlled not.

When we finally do rest,
do we need peace ?

What I want in Life ?

What I want in Life ?
In our younger days,
so much I have told you,
of my fears and ambitions.
Now,
fears has partly become certainty,
ambitions has been partly fulfilled.

With pride, we have indeed work very hard,
to have a comfortable home, and a good life.
Time does flies!
We have been through,
the best of times,
and the worst of times.

Looking forward again,
you asked me,
what I want in life ?
For breakfast, I just want a toasted breads with hot black coffee.
For Lunch, I just want a bowl of porridge with fried kampong fish
For dinner, anything you prepared is good for me.
For supper, I doubt I can take it anymore....

I just want to have a simple desk,
to read the books,
to write my thoughts,
and to document my experiences.

I just want to have enough for today,
so that I can forward to tomorrow..........

I just want to hold my children's kids on my knee.............