Friday, October 31, 2014


Didn't you know it was hard for me
  to maintain a catchball in conversation with you ?
 I'm a shy, small guy to begin with

we were at St. Marc,
   and my chocoroll was getting colder
        how stupid was I, that in my mind
   all I could think about was that chocoroll.

you would slowly sip your lemon tea
       I'd imagined too, how'd it taste like, I'm sorry
       that lips of yours now stained with
                        fragrance of citrus

little that I know,
            you were just like me

The City of Owl

It's the city of the first
     when initially happiness would take root
                 I have learned
                      the brilliance of your smile

under the umbrella were us lovers
            transparent as we looked up
         it looks like it'll be a while
                  till the rain stops

complications and future that meant nothing back then
                in the craziness of heated wild souls
                       leaving the city of owl.


Rainbows of Tokyo

the rain will stop
    puddles all over the city
       reflecting rainbow

people will stop and stare
       taking pictures and uploading them
            to instagram and facebook

so more people could know
       that when the storm passed
 shining with the sun are the beauteous double rainbows

Shibuya Monologue

I just didn't realize how lonely I was !
         amongst the crowd at the intersection
         I tread the ground with a vague aim
        I've always known that I love attention
   that I'd learned to dress up, put on some manners
             trying to make friends with people
                         that matter.
and being extremely nice that almost sickening
 it's not bad after all though
           to be the giving hand

I thought I'd known everything, and could do everything
   by myself
           but there are times that I just wanna go haywire
           just like this scramble like crossing
                   for just, a little while of time


when will the flower bloom ?
by the pond of Ueno park
 and the ducks will swim again
with the black Kois, gaping for food

and the bridge would be full of hawkers
smell of warm Oden in the air
    an old guy on the bridge
pointing to a rare catfish he saw

Ameya-Yokocho would be lively
    the kebab guys would've learnt a few new lines
under the JR railroad
   I wonder if the salmon would be good in spring too

ah, how I miss it so much
    every single part
 the rejection, the acceptance and weirdness
    of Ueno town.


the merriment of Nakamise-Dori
     a whistling tune of sparrow, unheard
      beneath the bell
               between the sadness of stone bodies
               I made a wish

so when the dying leaves resurrect
    so when the white land drains away
     and when the sprouts a'green
            when the sakura would bloom

I would be here,
        by your side


I long for a touch of kindness
     as this heart sinks further,
        it gets harder, yet weaker
               and strong at the same time

bring me out from this hunger
            of a world that I recklessly chase
             a splendid front I put
        should shatter to dust
      in a single blow

nevermind that I means no wonder
             I know that very little would I achieve
              since the fight I fight
           is a losing fight,
                       all from the start