Sippin' on a Sunset

Remembering those barefoot Summer nights,
I’d sip the day away in delight.
Bitter as a mosquito bite
and sweet as the present,
nothing beats chillin’ and sippin’ on a sunset.

Traveling to Evergreen

There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field.
Its green so pristine, emeralds shine every foot and fathom.
When the wind blew, it would bend
the watery knolls in its wake.
I have never seen such clouds—
mistaking it for Dragon’s Breath.
Forming dense patches,
my curiosity taunts me
to reach for it.
The slopes never touched the sky
as if unworthy for heaven.
It made the dangerous
faces so inviting.
There were no trees, but this place
radiated life.
Tucked away and untouched
by civilization, my peace.
When the time comes
to move on from this world,
I would love to go there again.
This place of Evergreen.

Lesson from a tree branch

A moving tree branch

Bristled brushes stroke the breeze

A haiku master

Tattoo

Inscribed are what I have bled for—
for all to see.
Criticize or ridicule,
it doesn’t make a difference.
My canvas. My story.
Love it or hate it