DAY 0 (on the plane):
And so, my dreams
are about to take flight
With a push and a roar
I'll get to ride on clouds
The heart wants to jump out
on no. 9
(can't wait)
DAY 1 (HELLO KOREA):
Is this too good to be true?
Fairytales and imagination
do own a dimension of their own
here
My poetry has only
begun taking shape
DAY 2 (CAFES GALORE!):
In a picturesque scene
adorned with utopias of coffee and art
warm words flowed
And so
lanterns lit up
street lights were aglow
I am only a speck of light
but in the dark and cold of night
a speck is
a warm star in space
a priceless jewel in the vast emptiness.
DAY 3 (SEOUL ZOO!):
We are afraid
of falling
from dizzying heights
of limits
defined by others
Yet when we are
set free we
realise that an
endless flat land is not
that good a path to keep treading on
for the rest of our lives.
We are one
we live and breathe under
the same sky
Yet when we were
once free we
we
decided that they should be here
and we
we
should be there
On a road
in an enclosed area
I learnt about the
growing vastness of the world.
DAY 4 (ROAD TRIP DAY 1- CHUNCHEON):
Blessings
they come in fierce gasps for air
hurried steps
A closed door becomes a
silent cringe of another
door opening
The chill that cuts through bones sets
new trails for warmth to
set ablaze
Chaos and collision of time creates
music so sweet yet haunting it is
incredibly beautiful
Blessings
they do come disguised and probably
in threes
DAY 5 (ROAD TRIP DAY 2- GANGNEUNG):
Mere stranger
the warmth you possess and offer
it moves me
and it moves even the sun to
and it moves even the sun to
melt into an array of colours;
the colours of your heart.
Crashing waves
you are a two-note lullaby of an ebb and a flow
it rocks me
and it even rocks the sky and
the world to a state of bliss and calm;
the only endless reptition we never get tired of.
(I slept well that night)
DAY 6 (ROAD TRIP DAY 3- PYEONGCHANG/GANGNEUNG):
Fog and wool
sands and beer
raincoats and hats
dancing feet and freezing cold
It was a warm and icy day.
DAY 7 (LONG JOURNEY BACK TO SEOUL):
By the window
in my seat
The world keeps
growing outside
They come in
curves, slopes, seas
deep green and
light blue along with dots of other colours.
By the window
in my seat
we happily exchanged
our hearts in flowing conversations
The waters are
still and clear
they are like
mirrors reflecting their surroundings.
By the window
in my seat
we are still
and we reflect on each other's thoughts and feelings;
By the window
in my seat
with lovely company (and scenery)
no ride or journey is ever too dreary.
DAY 9 (HONGDAE):
Creativity that bursts through
the roofs, the doors, the furniture
crafted on clothes and accessories
I breathe it everywhere on the streets.
When it is a part of air
of the essentials of the world
I am recharged
and am proud to proclaim that
there is hope in this world after all.
DAY 10 (DAEJIN, INSADONG AND GANGNAM STATION):
Broken castle
a stuck wheel
Sword with snake
a long maze
If only I can carve out
my scars, the deep ridges
that have formed in me
There must be a way
to set my ruins on fire
to burn the old bridges
and blaze the grounds
for new seeds to grow
There must be
no turning back.
DAY 11 (E-MART AND SLEEPLESS LAST NIGHT):
As night sails away
I watched the birth of
a new day
Yesterday, today
tomorrow
there is no word to describe
the simultaneity of all
time and space
Time moves
before this life
(and after this too)
A journey thus may come to
an end
but at this point it is also
a new beginning.
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