slender chef 

 fat chicken thigh on the stove

who is more pitiful?

Christmas season

presents

wrapped and unwrapped 

among the crowd

no one cares about

his begging bowl

true friendship --

the faded words

on an old postcard 

unbuttoning 

the waves 

higher and higher 

Queen Victoria market
among the fruits and meat
I am lost in cheese

little Christmas tree
feeling lonely
among the family

morning view
with hot air balloons
Am I dreaming?

Fremantle market
beggars asking for
spare change

for three seconds
years of training
an old magician

after tasting
the seagull called the family
for my pizza

an old port
people trade in money
for leisure

making sense 

of your words

from the unpredictable

blank pages 

I stared 

arthritis knee
demanding for a rest
every now and then

at dentist
I grind my teeth tight for
anesthesia jab

small talks
my patient forgets about
my needle

just an ant's bite
hoping he believes
for 5ml of blood

In Jack Kerouac's Dharma Bums, he shared his climbing journey and described how fascinating the life is on top of the mountain, I felt like I was following him to climb that mountains while reading the book. I wish to climb a mountain soon!

flipping the pages
a series of hiking trails
have been climbed

a gentle breeze
swirling down and down
a pale yellow leaf

walking alone 

through the silence 

of the yellow 

sudden departure
of birds - the tree sheds
some tears

The Fall
turning into yellow
silent sacrifices

an ex-police man
handcuffs his ethics
at the scene

at the street corner
observing everyday affairs
a CCTV

at conference entrance
my mind
exits

a conference
an exhibition of
all sorts of mind

dreams sneak in
taking charge of
my sleep

total silence
only the conversations of
my thoughts

how noisy will it be
if only
our thoughts talk

observing the waves
my ideas
floats and sinks

a hot cuppa
he sips and sips
by the cold window

Saturday morning
a cold train ride
towards family

snow white
the silence of
complete darkness

total silence
only the conversations of
my thoughts

after night duty
breakfast, flavored
with gossip

conversations
becoming louder in
geriatric wards

lost in hospital
resting near the window sill
a black house-fly

After rain 

the clear blue sky 

in the puddle 

Tanka 1

summer has come though 

the smell of snow still 

lingers on his coat

and my bed-room is filled 

with memories of snowflakes

There are floodings in most parts of Burma due to heavy rain and poor sanitary and drainage system. It was so bad that the houses were flooded up to the roofs and strayed dogs had to stay on the roof to keep themselves alive.

this June
even dogs are allowed
on top of the roof

gushing rain
visits every house
in the town

no invitation
 the rain stayed in the house
almost a week

millions of
pots and pans, forks and fans
in mom’s kitchen

In a mess
unpacking the old house
in the new house

Life is
literally ups and downs
 in this 36 staircases

non-stop
 synchronizing with the rain
my nose drips

I was on a vacation at my grandma’s place and I noticed lorries carrying pigs passed by the house almost 4 times a day. Every time it passed by the house, I could hear their cries.

Cry cry cry
but I can not stop the Lorry
my poor piggies


bacon or pork-stew
I have no idea
what will be your fate

Juices
dripping all over
melon opening

full-moon day
her golden lotus
patiently blooming

hey lightening!
are you after me
or my fitbit?

sparkling wine
twinkles
my sight

assignment deadline
scratching the keypad
for ideas

my patient, calling
the invisible visitors
at her windows

staff card
all my worth
at work

little dove
enjoying its drink
a puddle oasis

spilled milkshake
a myna celebrates
its feast

Revision by Roger Watson

spilled milkshake
a myna celebrates
the feast

her nicely curved lips
the puppy's wagging tail
happiness all around

to the east I run
the sun shines
my rear end

turning my back
I drink in solitude
I, the corner king

revised version

turning his back
the corner king drinks
in solitude

a humble cherry 

bows to greet 

the ground 

chimes of cathedral
I read the words of
silent beggars

skinny dip

the ice floating 

in the brandy pool

swinging
only the burning red
of his cigar

uncle hits the wall
everyone blames
the alcohol

first of all
it catches my guilty attempt
the mouse trap

Korean show
from the TV to the phone
my eyes switch

photograph
no one tells him
he has been shot

jasmine chain
the curtain between
the Buddha and me

jasmine scent
from the street vendor
to the Buddha

new year
we pour water
to make puddles

the paddy field
doubles its size
as the sun rises

2nd revision done by Roger Watson

the paddy field
doubling in size
as the sun rises

flowers
half rotten
dip in the pot

dust on dust
it takes refuge at the corner
a long-legged spider

2nd revision revised by Roger Watson

dust on dust
taking refuge in the corner
a long-legged spider

my stained feet
leaves stains
on the floor I mopped

2nd version revised by Roger Watson

my feet
leaving stains
on the mopped floor

after ages
we leave the four Buddhas
with clean faces

2nd version revised by Roger Watson

eventually
we leave the four Buddhas
with clean faces

a story hidden
with a young lad's photo
in mom's book

mom's old photo 

the sharp eyes of 

a young lady 

old photos
I walk again
into my past

future work-plan
how certain
can it be ?

whithering 

dandelion

I make my wish 

quiz time 

it’s turn for 

my brain 

cherry blossom
amid the mess
after earthquake

figuring out

your last reply 

what might it be ? 

I wonder 

if my reply is

the last thing you read 

is today’s news 

April fool joke 

from you ?

fatal betrayal 

between him 

and his heart 

my mom reads my words 

as she listens to me 

isn’t it strange ? 

the bamboo 

at the corner

we exchange glances 

on the leaf
are you morning dew
or someone’s tear ?

 forgotten purple 

swinging 

at the edge 

in harmony 

people come and act their roles

the hall of train 

Tanka

a ray of sun light
lays itself loosely
on the table
and joins me for lunch

whisperingly

the Aircon complains and 

blows out the cold air 

nights fall
into the darkness
of sleep

My neighbor’s cat just died and he buried its body and put a hibiscus there and he cried.

hibiscus
where his cat is b         d
                          urie
collects his te
                       a
                          r

the last leaf 

flies           a      w          a                     y 

........ with summer’s 

w                                       d

             i           n 

                      

Look! make a wish

the shooting star landing

 at the runway 

as she walks 

her sari greets the grass 

along the path 

market day 

her money  is safe

in her bra 

 mahogany hair dye

also dyes 

her nape

this year snow 

favors the skier 

even on the road

only the cat’s tail 

passing through 

the snow

the first snow fall

her granted wish

from above

Association

Hoshino Cafe 

we talk about the 

bitterness of life    

Revision 1

Hoshino cafe

We talk about 

the bitterness of life

Revision 2

We talk about 

the bitterness of life

Hoshino Americano 

 

the uneaten egg 

keeping it for

her hungry stare 

Trying technique 2- comparison

Chinese New Year drum 

deafens my ears 

a bomb blasts

Trying technique 2- comparison

full moon 

hanging in the sky like 

a cotton ball 

Trying technique 2 - comparison

my brother 

with make-up and my dress

my another sister 

Trying technique 1- association

not making sense

advertisements and 

President Trump

Suggested revision by Roger Watson ,

making no sense

advertisements

and Donald Trump

Trying technique 1- association

becoming shorter

his life and 

his cigarette 

Trying technique 1- association

taking a nap 

I and 

afternoon-breeze

a white ball 

rolling towards me

turns into my niece

a dog 🐕 

and his master

march towards the sun

Haiga 2

haiga

hazy morning
two invisible cuckoos
cuckooing

breezy noon
my mind floats
with the clouds

wearing robes
people are busy
taking photos

in denial
I pause my clock
to freeze the time

time is coming
my body still sinks
in the bed

my tear rolls down
to see how much she adores
my old school bag

once my love
now, her coffin
breaks my back

the birds sing
with the tune of the stream
I add my humming

Do you see
the red "You"
in my red eyes?

from the east 

the skylarks fly,

pulling up the sun 

the night sky

hypnotizes me 

into its darkness

the sun hides

but leaves its trails 

all over the cloud

sunny day

a frog suntans

lying prone

sunny day 

a frog takes a nap 

on a lily pad 

downpour 

frogs croak

in harmony 

spreading 

its evening gown 

the cloud dances

the wind conducts

bamboo leaves sing 

choir of the night 

a windy day

the wind plucks

red chillies 

with a wink 

the light bulb leaves us 

in  pitch darkness 

lying on my bed 

I converse with 

the silence

candle-lit room

my shadow stares 

back at me 

moonless night

fireflies patrol 

among the bushes 

curling up
the dry leaf makes
its final struggle

face to face 

with my phone 

no senyru flows

cold 

night 

alone

the wind 

             f  

                   l 

                       i  

                          p 

                                s 

                                     pages

shadow 

a trick of 

the light 

for a day

dear mayflies, may I ask 

what is life ?

not informing me

cockroaches turn my shoe-box

into birth chamber

shock of my life! 

leaving its wagging tail 

the lizard teases me 

magical 

the final dance of the wood 

with the fire 

not even a kiss

but- my nose blushes 

for breaths of snow

heaps of snow 

sitting on the benches 

without a coat 

sweet soju

I am lost 

in the snow 

no sign of the moon

clouds trick me 

with stars

silence 

the language between 

the moon and I 

blooming fully

the flower gives 

honey to the bee 

such a pessimum

how can you bloom this much 

my little white rose 

the two cows

carry their master 

to the rice market

walking with dad

he farts very loud 

all eyes on me