Morning rush hour

morning sun
into the packed train
dust specks drifting

MBA iv

interview room -
waiting in turn
reading my haiku

Rainy day in the car

Rush hour monsoon -
Red blobs floating
down the highway

...

Thinking of him…
I look up
and smile at him.

Morning at the office

round the corner -
a face
like my own

...

Morning snail
crossing the path;
its wetness extending

Clementi carpark

early dusk returning crows calling.. calling..

Château de Cheverny

Midsummer afternoon -
Red roses resting
on their shadows

...

ANOTHER STAGE OF MY LIFE

Barely second day into my new job, I was washing my old mug, which I had brought over from my old office, Sydney, in the washroom when it slipped out of my hand, hit the sink and smashed into four pieces. Stunned, the first thing that crossed my mind was that the mug had accompanied me throughout my 3.5 years of working life in Sydney, and how in an instance, this old mug and all it symbolised, have departed from me. As I bent over to pick up the broken bits of porcelain, I thought: now I have made a clean break with the past and not brought along any baggage as I step into this new stage of my career.


new workplace
my old mug
broke

...

Rainy evening -
the puppy
scratches its side

...

midday heat -
taking turns
to slurp the ice ball

Hanoi

Hanoi street
cars tooting
in rhythm

Dusk on Halong Bay
Old Viet junks
playing techno

...

Customs terminal -

Out of the bus

passengers tumbling