CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Buzzing all around When out photographing birds Hungry mosquitoes

Long buried secrets Reside in the old diary A Pandora box.

Cold monsoon morning The mist hides the distant trees Beauty amidst gloom.

The candle once out Darkness reigns supreme and fear rears its ugly head.

From the seaside trees Cries of cicadas errupt A storm is brewing

A branch of curry leaves Growing over to our side Curry intruder

No one raised their hands When asked to spell daffodils Blowing in the wind

Baptism ritual A forty-five-year old me In a swimming pool.

The couple walk away He is chasing his belly Her hips follow her.

We enter the lift Someone breaks wind on the sly Mad rush to get out.