Silent, but not too quiet,
where is the target and who will pray for it?

Hey hunter, haven’t you prepared to stalk and trap her ? 
When those dark roses opened up like Alladin’s cave,
a cave twisted, sharp spikes within 
 
Hey Hunter, cant you catch up with her
teasing from an invisible foe?

Change, again and again change your form,
When you adapt and chase it,
She can't be captured, but will you ever know.
Hey hunter, who will be hunted do you dare say!
Do you know if you are really the prey!
She has followed your scent and is following closely behind.
Now only her tracks you will find.

If you continue to play her vicous game,
Tears drop, a sleepless night in shame

Sky, trees are
grey green but light
Still lakes, move sorrow motionless
Rotten leaves below –and above.
Rain water, deep

Who with who?
Where is where?
When is when?

DingDang TingDang Dinng
Will our party come up soon?
Fantasy dances but will reality confuses
Feelings are out of blue,
Suddenly breathing air;
(moonlight leaves shadows).

DingDang TingDang Dinng
Shall we open box of candy canes
Fantasy sight to see prettiest holly that will be
silver lanes aglow 
There silent images shimmer now
and - air breathing suddenly - break.


His and her stories world-over,
that your personal poet is
warming to record.
It doesn't  matter about rain or snow
But isn’t’ it beginning to look like in a
(Christmas Fantasy land now)

I.

All atremble
Listen to each falling log
The harpist trills string vibration 

Of the winds and leaves
Of a gown unlike all others
Sing, a song of autumn.

Melodic vase dripping
It’s time to reunion
departure or Farewell?

Vivid brightness against sorrow
Heated summers tuned
All darkness


II.

Possess our being: wrath, 
Uncertain, fear, quivering tense,
illusory victories.

Of the lunar and roundness fairy
Of the sun in his polar hades
Dance, the last movement of rhythm

Those black swan whirl, flat rocks.
Hidden to a blue coffin, sing and dance.
until next, winter solstice.

23/09/2020

News, this winter
Are we all searching and
digging for some better news?


The best News are dancing into a bowl of gentle
and homely cooked,
Light purple
radish soup.

Solo cello echoing in seine river.

He whispers: haven’t you forgotten

that poem I used to read it for you?

She replies: autumn leaves never forgot
Count on our days when we were happy lovers

Cello tears up to season changes
Melody shoot into memories
She penetrated the cello strings to collect
Autumn fall leaves and prays for him

Memories are fettered. Likewise
the autumn new falling leaves
Float through seafront sunrise.
(Orange-red, shine touches)

Solo cello echoing in seine river.
He whispers, she remains silence. 

Seductions of images pies high

He hit that first note
that note set her world free
When she fell in love with his sadness
he left to an unknown satellite

Can the best music letters are the ones
written in joys not in tears,
that smear the ink so he played the keys
She started writing:
We are all thought about you, yesterday
Days before that too, with each daily practice
To every moment of concert in live, We think of you
in silence.

She often speaks out your name,
A music warrior, a British Chinese pianist,
A missing soul, Now
all we have is memories.
Your vivid picture in a frame.
And your memory is her keepsake…

From your eyes
Is there a magic castles floating in the sky
and Pegasus with feathered wings go flying by.
At your rear garden,
Are those fairies running  and jumping amongst the flowers,
playing hide and seek for hours.
Haven’t you seen the smile at mermaids splashing in the tide?
they were chanting and swimming with swans,
cuddling at the ride.

When you watch these angels
sitting on the clouds above, enjoy
tea and fruits with the ones you love.

You know, they were not only shared chocolate with a giant Easter Bunny,
Bur also told Santa his beard quite funny.
When these fairytales that there could be,
Smartest smiles tells :All dreams
depend on what were you believe in.

If
1+8=9
2+7=9
3+6=9
4+5=9
3+3+3=9
4+4+1=9
1+2+3+3=9
2+2+2+2+1=9­
1+1­+1+1+1+1+1+1+1=9

Is
1+2+4+8+16+....=-1
And would Zeno's paradoxes estimate value of infinite sum?

Different could be,
The way
The time
The space
The conscience
Towards the universal wholeness.
For the sympathetic joy
One could be anywhere
In between
The above

2.

Day by day, day by day, day by day
Day function lagged N+1*
Am sure you can’t think of an answer.
As I told you about him
You're blocking me from the calculus wind...

3.

You are walking and walking around...
The conversation is not over, not started.
I guess I told you he is my friend.
And don’t ask what this means...

4.
When I find myself feeling down,
and can't locate the epicenter of life,
when all energies have gone,
take a long breath,
a minutes, 2 minutes,
or 7/(n-1) minutes, when n <10,
outcomes vent to my expected emotions.

The search for new element lead to golden age of chemistry,
The search for new particles lead to golden age of particles physics,
Complex states of matter from the simplicity of building blocks.
In classical world we have solid,liquid and gas,
And who am I?
Humans, Angel, Devils or **** Deus?
In search of Angel particles, with you
-learning and reflections, an empirical study from physics model to fi

Compassion is the basis of morality.” 
― Arthur Schopenhauer

I.
Saying bye-bye, a farewell symphony
To someone you loved

Saying bye-bye, a bitter experience
To something you believed.

II.
Likewise, restrained tears at a departure hall;
As if listening to a movement of the finales
Of a fantastic life symphony

His eyes were drifting away;
Her appearance was pale and fatigued.
When the last movement ended
They hugged,
it was the last time they met up.

III.
Morals or control, what is it?
Wasn't it odd to enjoy the voice of central controlled squads?
And what is the best time to cry for nationalist values?

Morals or domain? where does it exit?
Without realising the truth turns to sinner .
Why are many leaders leading the flocks?
Although, he and she never practiced what they preached.

Morals or law, who is in charge?
Without guilt,  cast the first stone.
Why are those sorrows hidden in their hearts
hence, who gets offended when its upon us?

VI
Saying bye-bye, morals,
A symphony of never finished music scores,
Will they just discover
Once all is said and done 

And was that a successful concert?
were those favourite movement
All along.

She looks through her window, upon the secret garden.. …
At the clutter in the street, from her safe retreat
She races to her drawing board,
she starts afresh …
To realize her dream, in her eyes a gleam …
Her lines are curvy, the strokes are slim…
With passion in her heart, she practices her art of science,
Was there a moment of architecture of happiness?

Prologue

Don’t throw bouquets at me

Don’t please my folks too much

Don’t laugh at my jokes too much

People will say we’re in love


1

At the corner leans
His guitar. Six strings covered
A pair of blue eyes.

2.

Taste of Sour, she forced herself
to bleed the sweet instead.
A set of invisible wonders.

3.

Was everything the same?
Was everything there?
The winds came, who is playing?

4.

Melody is an unframed mirror
Together, those were
Our breathes.
Our duet together. A nonstop
orchestrated love song


5.

He holds a torch in her direction,

attempted to pierce through the empty veil

to remembrance of shadows.

6.

Unfiltered, unedited, surreal, raw
and authentic. She is not under human spirits, 

She is whole. She is more than fragmented.

7.

His Guitar moves without fingers

to the thoughts in the dance you bring to it.


8

Below, flows, winds, unidentified bowl of
Greens, a glimpse of recognition;

The melody they used to keep.


9.

Melody leads to a path that dances with shadows;

the footsteps that burn the heart deep.

10.

Hot red, voice of D. No tune can be
Determined. He sings and plays over her body
Again and again, high and low, tranquil to whispers.

11

At the top of her body
He was searching,  light yellow
spirals of tunings.



12.

Crystals, candles, prayer
Cat meditates a burst of screaming
Decomposing secret of notes.


 
13.

Painting, poetry, science, the occult,
Philosophy, and psychology
melody our hearts sing


14.


Heard only by our ears

none other knows the tune


15.

He felt the need to discover himself  in the crystal mirror
it lights to guitar and that split mirror in two;
Melody auditioned by two

Created harmony for one

16.

“People will say We’re In Love”
Her Guitar lightly tuned
Each silent kiss recreates a note

Every sigh completes the lilt
Each embrace plays a chord

17.

Do we know where we came from or where we went?

Is the life we live worth the way its been spent?


18.

Over a giant D, vibrancy of transparency music sheet
a song forevermore.
“People will say We’re In Love”
Her guitar lightly tuned

19.


Together, we are in living, dying
and reincarnation.

In Abu Dhabi where the sun does rise,
A city gleams beneath the skies.
From Sheikh Zayed’s grand, sacred halls,
To Corniche’s waves and desert calls.
With every dawn, through every night,
Abu Dhabi shines with light.
Through every step, in every cheer,

Abu Dhabi’s soul is near.
In every glance, in every song,
Abu Dhabi’s heart beats strong.
With every dream, in every dance,
Abu Dhabi takes a chance.
In every smile, in every tear,
Abu Dhabi’s spirit is clear.
Through every storm, through every sun,
Abu Dhabi’s journey has begun.

‘Not allowed to speak.
Not allowed to die.
Now allowed to be angry.
Not allowed to desire.
Are we allowed to at least remember? “

--Dedicated to a truth teller- Dr. WL.L


I. Tears
Isn’t the voice too fragile to alarm?
the breaths within that death room, countless,
cornered. Surrounded. Lost.

Armful of mystique shrouded in gloom.
Can we all hear the drops?
diamonds tears clink and bounces. 

The fatal seashores wrapped cries.
Where an uninhabited hero lost his life.
Tragedy that the height you fell from was meteoric.

II­. Truth
He expected a thunderstorm.
He had no other choice

Excep­t that isolated island- away from the maddening world.
Except tho­se wild thorns

He was nurtured and became a solo star
He was like a diamond among the stones

Paranoid by his determination
Why fatherly fate sent him to such a hell like mission.

III. Wonders

The winds chanted a loud symphony of sorrow.
Where Dr.WL. L with a conscience, uninhabited hero …
Who would reject the sample-evil has triumphed over the good
Why the truth sunk into dead sea swirls?

He was hopeless and looked down upon.
Stormy roars, over a babble of voices.
One truth teller doctor passed away.
Thousands of eyes full of tears.

Tranquil island, berried a brave soul
Shouting for the devotion
Smashing the majestic power
Who shall turn an isolated island into a beautiful heaven?

Isn’t it a scheduled gala supper tonight?’
Gabriel asks Madeleine.
Within the lonesome latter years,
Madeline is ready to announce his sweet flesh.
Not just for lent.
But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
for their last treat,the proper feast.
Here she is tearing foliage, scrambling the salad, maybe lighting candles,
stepping back to admire the effect of
the table she’s made the silverware,
the nicely al dente vegetables, the tender goose.
Gabriel bring the bottle and glasses,
plus betrayal with a kiss.
Twinkling candles portait of a pair,
sit in a theatre, to see
a play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Twisted feelings,
after tonight, we will departure again,
Will it be the last super, with you

~The End ~

No, No more ZongZi Nor
Chinese poet Quzi… No. Not for tea time. But
A *** of miso soup with pinch of salmon and lemon

Please please don’t forget to read few lines from Pastan’s
‘ Imaginary Conversation’.
Prior to start another day.

(especially when one lady feels the expressions of another lady).

Feel the emphatic nature of
‘Imaginary Conversation’

Would this helps to explain
No gamble, No gain.

I.

These prayers are written in a place of space:
Our love would last forever.
We are meant to be together

II.

Seventh profound graces, adorest, Gabriel wings
Sixth. A shell, a fantasy of stone, icy cold.
Fifth silver cranes soon flutter at drips meadow,
Fourth. chamber quartet burred with melodic skeletons.
Third spires thrusting in soul’s firmament.
Second had bristlecone(evergreen) in cloudy chamber.
The first was an ascending lark, soft is caul of breaths.

III.
Fire ceased when all ashes left are the bones.
Lift him to the spiral stairs of freedom.
Eternal light in this place called home.

IV.
Together, we sang and to have timeless passion
We sheltered his eyes, with lighted roses
External tree of life endurance heaven’s gate


Velvet memories are never grow old
These prayers are written in a place of space…

Who said you are a beauty but have no feet?
Who said you are a fish but have a lady’s body?
But he knows that they will have a date in the sea,
Where, he knew she was hurting.
They went fishing and caught a mermaid,
her eyes dropped dark blue tears,
exploded a desolate soul,
his favorite shade of beauty memories.
With her gentle but painful touch,
With her mermaid waves,
They were plunging into a rock,
Where, he knew she was hurting,
She regressed to the dark blue deep
and never returned.

More, once more,
Can you identify these two trees standing nobly in the breeze

where these grasses grow uphill
Is this the place where they met?

Again,and again,
why these puzzles blocked our vision
and disappeared into the shadows ,
Those virtual meetings abandoned by the persecuted

Breathe, a long breath,
The mirror tells us we will all get through this.

We will get through the sleepless nights,
and all the internal fights,
when the world hits us with all its might.
Believe it or not, the day seems right.

Breathe breathe, a long breath,
The wall bounces, but we will get through this.

Nobody could define what anxieties are,
look, when the window opens,
pale faces and red eyes clarify it
Shall we meet in the unmarked strip of light?

Five, Three, One!
Four, Two, Nought…
and breathe breathe, a long breath

Years after years,
Once again into the Italian zone.
Always lips up with naive smiles .
Prior to tick another mission possible in next day,
Any fun idea of physical exercise?
Would a challenge climb at
Epics of Duomo,
A substitute for a private trainer?

Looking down on a battle
What can you do with a sneaky cat?
Observing a bird and a rat

They fight for a crumb with mouth and with feat 
But little do they know the cat wants to eat.
This is what happens in everyday life

Who could tell life is filled with pain and strife
As the bird and the mouse continue there fighting
They don't know that the cat will have two meals to be biting

The bird and the rat don't know what they’re struggling for
Their life or the crumb or that shadowy paw
That makes sure that both of  them wont be there to stay
Will the predator catch his prey?

English Channel links,
from Paris to London,
compare and contrast,
moments of timeline images,
framed memories within our friendship conversations

Were the days of wind,fire laughter,debate eventually
landed,
to a box of friendship treasure books?

Shall we read, review and reflect together,
to our mutual memories and common learning path?
Were those dining, wining, partying
the best method to digest,
economics, philosophy,science, arts, languages?

As time goes by,
Who is the first one to claim?
Am I a friend of yours in your life?

Gray gray, rainy day,
Could a cup of coffee to bright up our day?

Check check please
when tears clear up and rain stops.
There be confetti in the sky,
there be cleaner blood,
crisp wind and salt in the air.

There be long walks
through the old park,
cardboard lots of treasure
and a peaceful coffee time,
after the rain

Would Modelling Network Complexity
is like onion or web?
Some peel it
Layer by layer

Some may shed tears
Just on first layer
Then stop there

With passion
Some may explore deep
Inside the core

Some chop it, at once
Exploring all the layers
Revealing a delicate soul

Some make it simple
Some complicate the simple
escape become love of Complexity

Were you reminding me?
the famous equation E=mc^2,
investigates c­orrelation between
Mass and Energy?
Although,Hawking argues 
it b­egins this way—
a thought expressing itself in the
darkness of no­thing: 'no thing'
and then exploding itself across thevast expans­e of time,
we are composites of these deposits - 
particles shoot­ing
I saw a pair of shooting stars,
arc its way across the 
sable­ tapestry,
from the Big Bang of the universe
spewing its essence ­across the
facade of time.
I see a pair of shooting stars
Duane's­ cleft moon in concert
with the universe's Big Bang
both expendin­g themselves in the darkness

Möbius vectors twist  
through quantum spin foam's flutter—  
chaos morphs to prime  

Sigma-algebra tides  
dissolve 0.5g wavefunctions  
in lunar gravity's bride  

Two Dirac algebras  
entangle event horizons—  
Rebar Riemann's line

What are the best lunch options under
another heatwave day?

Look, where that little butterfly landed at?
A bow of crispy chips and half plate of salad

Whispers whispers,
Was she keep nagging:
‘Check, Check please
Why Mr. cheese was not with there at my salad ?

And if cucumbers and olives could talk and were given a face,

it would be butterfly companion in this fall from grace,
And let’s take a short lunch flight in the shadow corner,
avoiding the heat and light.

Endless, the light of darkness,
Rise, again rise 
Who dare to speak out,
life is dust
And there is no stop after a brief rest

Endless, the light of mysterious soul
Rise, and rise again
Why do the shades of melancholy freeze
illuminating the warped convictions of a 
perverted crash?

Light once knocked 
at the stony tomb of your conscience 
calling out your name. 
Light once allowed,
the light of the resurrection,
Travels with velocity at morning silence.

Follow her, please follow her:
Believe, and believe it  into your soul
Nothing to you is lost
Tell her the truth,
there is a real crash.
Resurrection but relise.

What we have for nothing, lived, suffered!
What was created must perish,
What perished, rise again.

Rock, paper, scissors,
and close your eyes
Don't think, don't speak,
but move please.

Within an invisible hand,
who would trade the world in words?
for a life ever long.

Under the sun on the sea-tide
Who would trade the world in words?
  for a perpetuated song.

Somewhere, a child is born 
yet in another, a life is lost­
While someone is making a fortune, 
another person is losing it ­all

Beneath a lonely tower
Who would trade the world in words?
 for a pulpit on high

Peak of a rocky mountain
Who would trade the world in words?
 for the moon over the sky.

One baby was born into riches­,
another into misery
Someone is living in a peaceful land
Yet an­other's land is dawning on war. 

He would trade the world in words.
  for his immortality insured
She would trade the world in words
  for her love still unheard

Rock, paper, scissors,
and close your eyes
When one deals end
another bargain commences  
When if there is wind from the left to the right.

Shall we trade the world in words?
  for fame and fortune 
Shall we trade the world in words?
  —would our soul regress from 0 to 1
 then remain.

Morning’s sunlight
touches
Night lamp’s switch
a bed time lullaby
twinkles
a new rising day.

Have you heard
nightingales’ secret voice?  
When sleepy bites sun waves
Dark eyes dances with
golden fire,
Is it time to enjoy the spring?
or, end of the beginning.

In Kyiv’s subway shelter, a girl folds
bullet casings into cranes—wings etched
with Psalms hummed as shells tarnish sunsets to brass.

On Donetsk’s front, soldiers pluck petals
to pad boots where redemption sprouts
from blistered roots.

Beneath Gaza’s shattered solar grids,
ants weave fuse-wire nests between Quran
and rifle text—six-legged imams reconciling steel.

An Israeli ****** texts his Palestinian pen pal:
Your olive grove grew through my scope last night.
They meme Moses and Mohamed vaping
under the Red Sea’s algorithmic tide.

This is why laundry dances on Mariupol’s balconies—
why tank crews plant sunflowers in tread marks,
why Bedouin teens stream TikTok psalms
where Hagar’s tears salted dunes.

But lick Crimean wounds, let Gaza’s dust
baptize your lens, love the enemy’s laugh—

to hear sparrows in AK barrels chant Salaam
in C minor, eggs cracking into maps
where mines burst figs even Judas craves.

I.
LEAVES FALLING IN SPRING
Resting at Moon Lake
A warm breeze rises
Gently blowing the dry leaves That fall from a lake-side tree On this Spring day
                     II.
FOLLOWING THE DOG

Coming out from the old Dao temple I wonder which way to go,
Left or right.
One way is a stone bridge
Crossing the still lake,
The other way is a line of trees Leading up the hill.
A black fuzz-haired dog Passes me by,
Buckled legs and pug snout.
I follow him over the bridge.

                 III.
MOON FAIRY
Moon fairy
Tall and shining white What smile on your lips? What lightness?
Will you rise and glide Across the lake
To the bamboo forest
On the other side?

Putin’s Frost

His shadow stretches—

A frost creeping over borders,

silent, calculated, unyielding.
Words like chess moves,

pawns sacrificed without remorse.

Peace, to him, is a frozen lake,

Surface smooth, depths treacherous.

He builds walls of ice,

while the world watches,

waiting for the thaw.
But frost cannot last forever—

even winter yields to spring.

What lies beneath the ice?

A reckoning, or just more silence?
-------------------------------------------------
Zelensky’s Lighthouse

He stands in rubble,

A lighthouse in the storm,

his voice cracking under the weight of hope.


Hands that once held laughter 
now
build barricades from broken promises.

Peace, to him, is a fragile flame,

flickering in the wind of war.


He speaks of justice,

of memory etched into stone,

of a nation that refuses to kneel.

But even lighthouses crumble

under the weight of endless waves.


Can light outlast the storm?

Or will it again be swallowed by the dark?
-----------------------------------------------------------­
. Trump’s Golden Table


His shadow looms,

A dealmaker’s grin etched in gold,

words sharp, cutting through silence.
Peace, to him, is a transaction,

A handshake, a signature on paper.


But the table he sits at is scarred,

its legs shaky, its surface cracked.

He trades in promises,

but the currency of war is blood,

and no deal can wash it away.


Can gold buy peace?

Or is it just another mask

for the same old game?
--------------------------------------------
Making Peace
—— The Cost of Ceasefire


Thirty days of fragile hope, thirty nights of whispered prayers.

Will it hold? We do not know, the voices sigh, but in the silence,

Between the shells, we hear the echoes of desire,

the whispers, of peace. Three shadows collide—

frost, storm, and gold—each a reflection of power,

each a mirror of humanity’s flaws. Peace is not a deal,

but a fragile crystal, forged in pauses between breaths,
in the restructuring of sentences. Love is the reckoning—


A surrender to the collective,

A refusal to let desire

become a refuge from responsibility.

Peace is not the absence of war,

but the presence of a world remade—


A world where love is not a refuge,

but a reckoning.

Has the moon sharing kisses all over her white skirt?
The wings of the clouds landing in every North and South,
Was her the tears of the universe,
These are the stars landing on her eyes,
Who could not forget  every start and every goodbye.

In a while it will pass,
You are all special,
and when the Sun will arise,
For new beginnings are always in the way of life.
And universe tears were
“human condition,” and now,
we searched what were worth life,
If we are all don’t belong here.

In a crispy ocean-blue land.
They live in a paranoid narcissism tent.
One who was pointing at a chest of tools,
the others eyes were on a no soul weakling metal.

Can't they hear an echo curse?
Robots robbing rich robbers.
Would artist gods and goddesses,
lead to terror terrifying terrorists?

Can they share a platform
to unleash gifts and power?
Was there a fizzy dizzy violet haze?
Where they dance and dive

Would mint hue bubbles squeak?
When the world’s head spins
Shall we see coins in change?
Any day it spins and bubbles.
  
Have you seen a quiet girl
with a sinister smile,
she, siren of mystery of the future
Mirror mirror,
there is a robot in your mirror
Filter filter,
where was a peach chin fighter?
When no innocence against glitter litter
Guilty until proven later.
  
Have you seen a quiet girl as a terrorist?
Blurred errors mouth haste terror twist
If terrorist from the ancient,
they hide in between every end.
Attempted ****** as problem solver.

A true storyteller can’t tell us a part
From her crooked eyes
WH warning tears burst.
Bubbles heated never anchor
Restart will never reach to a real world.

Robot with or without soul
Hero magic twist with terrorists.
No soul knows no harm no fail,
Will memory tattoos identify you?