Green Tangerines

Lucid image of gray,
Away from my vibrant ray.
Empty windless morning,
I rose with nothing but a paled feeling.
I walked the heaviness,
Hearing the murmurs of leaves of happiness,
With gentle rains of greeting,
As usual in every thoughtful morning.
Peculiar emptiness of an innocent,
Vivid and transparently 100 percent.
As I walked my heart out,
A man appeared with a crescent in his mouth.
Wearing slack with light colored long-sleeves,
He gave me a plastic bag unlocking new favorites —
It has been my favorite.
Green Tangerines on a rainy morning,
A young boy was satisfied with his craving.
On that day he said, 'Let's call it a day'.
'til then, I'm blessed and loved and will never get tired of saying.
God knows, in this memory forever I could stay.

Green Tangerines II

I wrote the 'Green Tangerine' years ago,
Days after wearing the cap of success with hopes aglow.
That was proudly dedicated to you,
Despite the pandemic and all the silent battles indeed, dreams do come true.
Today, I don't want to wake up in the midst of May.
I don't know, I just don't want to...
I still feel the creeping pinch of being small,
The smell of being confused enough in this walk of life and you don't know which way to go,
but knowing that you've given up,
It shatters me into a million pieces like I don't know how to pick 'em all up.
I don't even know where to start.
The tears that I always wanted to stop,
Had finally got its halt —
Telling me it's for the best.
I keep on whispering like a sunset,
In peace, God Almighty had finally made you rest.

"Don't be afraid to face the future without him. Because he's never gone especially on your lonesome night with your lights in dim,
In fact, his words of wisdom will be your light and pathway,
To do good, to be grateful and kind, and to be successful someday."
The dried tears on my cheeks said.
'Let us be calm and be strong,
The pain in your chest that's making it hard to breathe will soon be gone.
I know you miss him.
You missed his presence every morning,
The backyard, lawn, and the kitchen.
I know you're craving for his dishes,
You want his laughter, his jokes, and the smile on his face.
'Biko' was always his specialty on the first Sunday night in November.
The agony's still vivid and clear.
Staying late at the mellowness of midnight and waiting,
Crying for him maybe he'll fetch or pick you up again, ... Just like before,
Where streets are empty with the silence of tree crickets and snores.'
I was your sleepless nights.
Wish I just stayed in my room without the same old fights,
Be safe and sound instead of making you go round and round —
Searching for me.
Wish I had let you take a nap peacefully,
Giving you massage gently,
Looking back, I miss holding your arms and knees,
That was what you always wanted.
I will never get tired of saying I love you.
But I wish I had told you this one, 'I'm sorry.'

Happy Father's Day.

I will see you soon,
When the flowers bloom on the last day of the Octoberian season.
And when the heavy rain stops in the harmony of the grayish morning.
Indeed, we'll meet again.


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