Thursdays

I wake up anxious

about this day, very special

every tasks beaded

to form vicious circles

I almost forget to breathe

amidst these hurricanes

that spin and churn my brains

i realize my emotions effervescent

for its you who is there in my mind

Ah look at the chaos

much debris has accumulated through the whole week

the needle's been transformed to a spear

a feather to a jillion rock!

There's "You" resilient

with every beat of my heart

Let me make way

for your thoughts to swarm in

Let me make space

for them to stay and flourish

ah, but the mess here!

I'd prefer not a sword nor a broom

coz they do not know love

that's what my elders say

and that's how on Thursdays I write

all about you, in a line or two

..and I would like you to know

this is hardly any torture

in-spite of this mess and the chaos

I'd still love to love you

and hold you forever in my heart.