Ocean Of Memories

I glide into the ocean of memories and undergo the gush of wave salt wind,

Settle unsettle some fragmented pieces of petulant desires flashed as I touched the lichen rocks,

I pluck some I earnestly wish from the bottom of my heart not again a moon blue.

I call out each of my loved ones

My favourite names always hovering over my mind 

They know me more than I know myself 

We are the flowers of the same fragrance yet mushrooming all around. 

Hands emerge once more to bring back those childhood buddies

And pluck those scented flowers of my life,

Like twigs fall here and there get blown away with the stormy wind, 

Leaving my crying heart red ocean bloodied atrium, 

A little more to life, hoping the happier, the merrier than before!!!