2020 / poetry / author

ARIN KAW

THE LITTLEST THINGS
…

The littlest things have the most allure.
The littlest things are the
most
grandeur.

Maybe it’s the colour or texture,
Or the fine curvatures they possess.
Maybe it’s the humble meaning or history,
Or the sublime glory they fluoresce.

Call me foolish, call me crazy,
but I’ll still continue to
fall
in
love

With the
littlest
simplest pleasures,
for they are in the world,
The most
exquisite
treasures.

CLUELESS

…

Black, is the dead end;
The termination point of both the past and the present.
Grey, is the translucent belt;
The blurry line between the living and the dead.

For so long, you’ve been meandering about:
Searching for the right answer,
Yet returning back again
To the same old conjecture.

My love,
You’ve been in the fog.
Has it ever occurred to you
That I’m already in the in-between ?

VENTURERS

…

An aviator must remember
that the sky isn’t his to capture.
A sailor must remember
that the sea isn’t his to anchor.
An astronaut must remember
that the universe isn’t his to conquer.
Because what ventures off—
Must eventually return.
Just like you and I—
Children of the great Wanderlust;
Who carry the same crimson, nomadic blood.
We’ve strayed too far off our homely shore.
We’ve drifted too far off our restful core.
The sun has slept and the moon has risen.
The earth has rested and the stars have awoken.
This is a calling;
From the magnificent Great Beyond.
It’s time for me to return,
And it’s time for you to come home.