Painting

‘Novelty of nostalgia’, 2020

A quarter of century has been lived for
Last year has been a really tough year for us...
for me


However the peace that it may seem
The same that everyday has been
Actually, we all sinned


Revolution and suppression
We have experienced too many losses
Pain and shame
My deepest guilt has got me blamed


Still though I find myself blessed


Blessed for the golden dye
and leaves falling from the sky
Are they birds floating in the air
or my projected aspiration for their flair?


Blessed for the glorious blossoms
even though they were just in spring
Not just the colours and smells got into my head
but their voices that went along to my bed


Tho it may sound bizarre but
I think it might also be a bless for me to have tuberculosis during the hit of corona


I know quarantine had been a total different life that we all used to bear
The vulnerable days, and repetitive weeks
The struggling months, yet persisting year
But beyond that
I have you guys


I am blessed to have you guys surrounding me all the time
You, you, you and you
You bring me the moon every 6pm
take me into the woods with the smell of damp
You pick us sunflowers who count on each other
and flourish the clouds to store my tear


So my old self hear me
This year might not be always treating you good
But when there were nights that you couldn't sleep,
There’s sunrise waiting for you
When the rain outside has blocked you from the view,
You can just sit back and take a breath
Observe and feel


Distance and distanced
Time and timed
Remember, and to be remembered


This is my remembrance