Where have flowers withered to?

August 18, 2016 § Leave a comment

I seek love in the vast sea, but could not find salt for the heart.
Where have the solemn waves gone, leaving sand yearning for life?
I seek love in the spacious field, but could not find verdure for the soul.
Where have the flowers withered to, leaving land empty and crude?

I desperately search for love, only to find bitterness.
I wish to eat life’s sweet fruits, but have to accept sour seeds.
Why do I live in this world of emptiness?
Why is my life wasted in the cycle of sadness?

Only one who cried knows the bliss of laughter.
Only one who tasted loss knows the pain of loneliness.
Only one who suffered heartbreak knows the meaning of love.

I am just a hapless dory, floating quietly in the tumultuous sea.

San Diego Comic Con 2016

July 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

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Nostalgia

June 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

I suddenly feel sad
In the middle of the night.
Am I sad because of the sound of raindrops
Or because of a nostalgic heart?
How I miss my mother’s bosom
And my father’s sturdy arms.
How I miss roaming streets with friends
On warm summer afternoons.
Gone are the days of childhood.
Lost is the pulse of my youth.

I remember my first love
Whom I met on a rainy night.
We shared an umbrella
Under menacing skies.
Her hair glistened in the dripping rain,
And her eyes sparkled like stars on a moonless night.
My love, where are you now?
Do you still remember your soulmate
Or was I just a puff of cloud on a clear-sky day?

I suddenly feel sad
In the middle of the night.
Am I sad because of the sound of raindrops
Or because of a nostalgic heart?

The Purple Sky, Part VI

June 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

It was late afternoon when the bus reached the perimeter of the village. A young passenger suddenly screamed with delight, “The sky is purple!” Hien opened the window and looked outside. The sky was indeed purple, just like the one he saw when his unit left the village. The lavender fields that were destroyed in the war were now roaring back to life with their audacious colors.

Hien got off the bus and sprinted to the lavender fields. As he approached the field, he saw a woman harvesting the lavender flowers. She turned to him and greeted him with a smile. He smiled back to her and together they observed the lavender under the purple sky.

The End…

 

The Purple Sky, Part V

June 17, 2016 § Leave a comment

Upon reading the inscribed, Hien was devastated; tears were streaming out from his eyes. Could his love be the one who laid rest here? His knees became weak and feebly dropped to the ground.

I could not protect the people and the things I swore to protect.
My love, please forgive me.

Ten years had passed since Hien’s last visit to the village. He had become an internationally recognized painter, whose paintings of lavender fields helped him win his country’s top prize for the arts. For all his successes, Hien still had not gotten over the pain he felt that day. The cratered field and her enigmatic eyes continued to haunt him in his dreams. He decided to make one final trip to the village to seek a resolution.

The Purple Sky, Part IV

June 16, 2016 § Leave a comment

The purple sky brought a smile to Hien’s face. Only her smile could match this majestic sight, he thought to himself.

Although I dislike war,
I want to do my best to protect the serenity of this place
and that beautiful smile as well.

The civil war devastated the country and turned the once peaceful land into rubble. Hien’s left leg was injured in the fighting, but he survived the war. After he was discharged from the military, he took a trip back to the village of the lavender. The first thing he did when he got there was to visit the lavender field. What he saw was heart-wrenching. A bomb had wiped out the lavender field rendering it cratered land. In the middle of the empty land stood a memorial, inscribed with the following words:

In memory of a young lady who died on this field.

The Purple Sky, Part III

June 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

A civil war had started and Hien’s unit was to be deployed to the battle’s front lines. While his comrades were busy packing up their belongings, the only thing on his mind was her. He wanted to see her one last time. He wanted to confess to her his feelings.

Hien went to the lavender field but she was not there. The young soldier could have gone to the village to seek her whereabouts, but he hesitated. What if she does not love him? Even if she accepts his love, it would be too cruel to make her wait for his return.

Hien’s unit moved out of their post that afternoon. The sun was setting and the clouds were gathering. The lavender fields and their audacious colors dominated the environment, creating a giant glow that reached the broadened sky.

“It’s a purple sky!” exclaimed one of the soldiers on the departing bus.