you are what you read.

i may write my views.
that might appeal to yours.
or even oppose to your beliefs.
i may write my heart out.
to let your hearts know that i, too, know.
i may write long, or short.
i may write jargons.
but words are never jargons to me.
you may succeed to despise my words,
or fail to hide the sense you get in them.
try as you might, do your very best, for trying is living.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

just some spontaneous haiku.

that blue car,
gleaming in the sun,
it's mine.

they speak louder,
they see clearer,
pictures never lie.

i love you.
if used sincerely,
will last infinitely.

exams, books, papers,
filled the top of my desk,
how tiring!

you, stand there.
look at me now...
how egoistic...

boats, sun, sea.
water splashing on my face,
i got sunburns...

with dimples i smile,
blushing red in the face,
spreading my sunshine.

you pissed me off.
misery is worthless.
i'm not angry anymore.

you made me smile,
smile as wide as my face can stand,
a friend i'll remember.

that cat.
sleeping on the wall.
cranky when disturbed.

four girls. one boy.
one father, one mother,
i love them.

in this cold city,
hard to find them.
trees, life, nature.

very loud,
old women gossiping,
oh dear, my neighbors...

shhhh....
listen...carefully...
here she comes.

:)

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