In Reasoning

Sometimes, unwillingly
we influence others,
making us to have
some moral responsibility
on someone’s affected action
We feel guilty; suffer emotional stress
for what’s broken, trying to help
the committer or victim,
with compassion, understanding,
make it less miserable
Along the way we learn,
painstakingly, how to avoid the trap
even before crossing
the borderline,
make our uncertain path
a bit more predictable
and pleasant as we walk along.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

Until the Day We can Curve Her…

Like the dry leaves
in the back yard
the spirit has blown away
in the wind
Long to be moored

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The news from the city:
he’ll lose his one eye
then might lose the other.
It can’t happen to him, for
he is a handsome dude.
He was who took me Mom’s
grave site last time;
he showed me around
the changed city.  Next time,
he won’t be able to do that, blinded!
Lost a sister not long ago,
I don’t want to lose my brother now.
Getting aged is sad, losing parts
of body is beyond the emotion.
So, one by one, we disappear
like late morning dewdrops!
The Nature’s order always emits blue,
I fight not to allow it glued to my mind.
Love, laugh more, while flow with time
till the bright light looms over the horizon.
After all, we are Mother Nature’s
obedient children, until the day
we’ll be able to curve her rule just a bit.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

Blessings of Insomnia

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It’s wee hours when
the insomniac’s heart
resembles the moon
reflecting, focusing on
what needs to be done

*
Crickets chorus
with his snores
under the shiny moon
so cruel and bright
while flood swallow
other parts of the land
We wonder if it’s
his blunder or devil’s game
Doesn’t matter
We do our best
with the he-given strength
to overcome the days
and go forward

*
Bless the insomnia
for the subtler emotion
Time to reconsider
the old animosity
The rude outlander
peeping in the door
to provoke the maiden
Trickster?
He might’ve been
a clumsy angel
didn’t know how to deal
with sensitive humans
Delicate heart of the night
So the enemy is forgiven!

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)