That One Star

Remember that summer, i used to lie down on the grass.
In the countryside, i used to watch the stars every night.
Were always lots of stars in the dark blue sky, 
Were always rich lightened in the deep sky.

And there was only one star that i liked.
Was in different places everyday night, 
But i would find it every time.

And there was one special star that i wondered.
Was the lightest one in my eyes, 
But no one else could find it.

That one star stayed in my memories, 
That one star is still in my mind.
Too far to catch it, 
Too close to run away from it.

Every night it would appear in the sky.
Every day it would disappear in the light.
Someday i couldn't wait for the night.
Then i used to pray for the night to come quickly.

Still i see that one star, 
Even on the another side of the earth.
Still i see that one star, 
Even in the middle of my dream.

That one star never left me.
That one star never came close.
Just like in the beginning, 
Same in the end.

That one star.
That one star. 

Sukhee,

Rain

Rain, rain, rain
Come here and wash my sins.
Rain, rain, rain
Pour here and clean my soul.

I never use umbrellas.
I never refuse bathing my mind.
I never like to be under the umbrellas.
It is like a fake security, 
I never know when it's going to fall off.

Rain, rain, rain
Shower here and set me clean.
Rain, rain, rain
Wet my hard soul-rocks and take them away.

After the rain I always feel like a new man, 
A man with a new dream and a new beginning.
In period of time, the new dream might get dusty and rusty.
So then i will await the next rain.

Life is a game.
A game between the rains.
Life is a process.
A process between human and nature.

Sukhee,

Love that Can't be Told

A love is so delicate, 
A love is so emotional.
A love drives you crazy.
A love makes you blind.

You want to yell out loud that you are in love.
You want your loved one to recognize you.
You don’t care how the respond would be.
You don’t think your love would be rejected.

Trying to catch some attention, 
You are ready to do everything.
Trying to be the best person in the world, 
You are more than ready to lie.

What if you can’t lie.
What if you can’t say anything about your love.
What if your love can’t be told, but to be held.
What if your love is one-way.

How fortunate is it that you fell in love? But
How unlucky is love that can’t be told.
It doesn’t matter if you tell anything.
It doesn’t matter if you do anything.
It won’t change anything, 
It won’t move anything.

Love is like an addiction, you can’t control yourself, 
Love is like a poison, you can’t manage yourself.
You are a bomb with a short timer.
You are a blind person on the racing track.

So then go ahead and speak out loud.
So you can feel better later, rather than not doing anything.
So then loose yourself and straighten it out.
So you won’t regret later, rather than following behind.

A love is a secret in your heart.
A love is a key into your heart.
That’s why it can’t be told.
That’s why it can’t be opened.

Sukhee,

Email to My Dear Friend

Hi, my dear friend.
How are you doing today? 
Haven’t written anything lately, 
What are you doing today? 

Since our last meeting we didn’t write.
There was a fun that we smiled a lot.
Since our last phone call we didn’t chat.
There was a joy that we laughed a lot.

Some people were jealous that
We looked so happy together.
I don’t care a thing.
Some people were anxious that
We looked so cheerful together.
I don’t give a damn.

Somehow there is a trust in you that
I can talk to you honestly.
Somehow there is a confidence in you that
I can open my heart candidly.

Sometimes we have a fun and laugh a lot.
Sometimes we have a topic and discuss a lot.
When I am with you, a time flies away.
When I talk to you, ages pass away.

It’s good to have you.
It’s great to know you.
It’s nice to talk to you.
It’s wonderful to listen to you.

That is only a reason I am writing this poem email to you.
That is only a cause I am addressing this poem email to you.

I am thankful for everything you do for me.
You are always welcome to ask me anything.

Sukhee,

Drunk in Public

Drinking happens when I am happy, 

Drinking continues when I am sad.
That’s all from my experience.
That’s all I’ve been doing.

While being drunk in private, bar or home, 
I can swallow it as much as you want.
Even the law lets me do that.
And I love to do it by the law.

When I am on my way home, 
Pretending that I am ok, 
I look like a stop sign for cops.
I appreciate that, thanks for your attention.

While having smiley mask on my face, 
I get questioned by the police.
Drunk in public, they called it.
Myself, I am private, I answered.

Having a good time, they asked.
Really good, even with cops, I answered.
That’s what drunk in public is.
That’s what they call.

I had no hesitation to say anything.
But I might regret later.
I regretted before, I don’t want to do it again.
Then they let me go home, sweet home.

Help me, help me, and let me be me.
Help me, help me, and let me be drunk in public.
I am just on my way home.
My beautiful wife and kids are waiting for me.

Think about it again.
Regret it again boy.

Sukhee,

Don't Wake Me Up

That mourning was beautiful when i woke up.
Too beautiful that hard to leave my bed.
Open blue sky was close that i could touch.
Big lightful sun was smiling and shining at my face.

Thick long rainbow was over my bed.
Lots of colorful flowers were surrounding my den.
Birds were singing their songs.
Butterflies were dancing their dance.

It was too delightful to imagine.
It was too unbelievable to believe.
It was too beautiful to wake up.
It was too good to be true.

I saw my mom trying to pull me out of the bed.
I was trying to find some excuses to stay in bed.
That was the only view i want to memorize.
That was the only picture i've been looking for.

Don't wake me up, please.
It's too good to cut my dream.
Don't wake me up, please.
It's the closest distance i've gotten to my family, lately.

Sukhee,

Give Up or Fight

What is the difference between human and animal, askes the old man.
While putting his nose into the newspaper.
Human thinks and does, animal reacts by instict
I answer, thinking that i answered as smart as possible.
Human regrets after a mistake, animal does not.
I add, wondering if i impress the old man.
Human has faith and love, but not the animal.
I summarize myself in the end.

I couldn't tell everything in a few minutes,
Cause of less information and experience.
I wouldn't compare my knowledge with his,
Cause of less time spending on the earth.

The old man looks into my eyes deeply,
'Young man, young man' he says quietly and slowly.
Be proud and don't give up, says he strongly.
Confused with his words and the question,
I don't know what exactly he wants to say.
Struggled with his words and the question,
I wouldn't know that he looks through my whole life.
Give up or Fight, remember i the title of the article,
In the front page of newspaper, recall i the first.
'Don't give up and live strong' hear i my brother's voice.
Just like in my childhood, i hear my brother's voice over and over.
Do i give up, what makes you think i do, why...
Questions come down on my head when i sit alone in the train.
Realizing that i am alone, i wonder if i am allright.
Yes, i am. No i am not.

Thoughts wave away from my mind all of sudden.
I feel better not knowing old man's existance.
'Young man, young man' the old man says,
I wouldn't hear it, oh man oh man.
Human regrets after a mistake, says the old man.
But does human recognize when mistake is made, askes the old man.
Oh man, oh man I wouldn't hear it.
That's my next mistake made.


Sukhee,

Afraid of Being Alone

Poor lonely wolf is walking in the snow slowly,
Sensing some smell in the air and looking up.
Looking for his pack for two weeks already,
Being unable to find them, makes him even stronger.

He didn’t get lost from his pack.
He got rejected from his pack.
He was so proud that he could make his way out.
He was so sure that he wouldn’t return to his pack.

Now he realizes how important his pack was.
Therefore he is looking for them, afraid of loneliness.
But he wouldn’t realize his pack doesn’t exist anymore.
Because his pack was hunted down by locals a week ago.

He’s been searching the woods and mountains,
Mountains after mountains, without any food,
That put him to temporary stop.
That let him know that it’s time to get some meal.

He hadn’t seen any animal around lately.
So he would have to listen to the sound and the noise.
He directed himself to the noise of the village.
He smelled some sheep and pigs.

A little bit light flashed his eyes.
A bit of anger came out of his inside.
All of sudden he saw few dogs barking and flying in his direction.
He had nothing to lose but the time.

A fight was so big, proud angry dogs wouldn’t let him run away.
Somehow he had to manage to fight five dogs at once.
Smacking and biting were all around.
In the end he heard one shot.

Hunter shot the wolf through the dogs.
Dogs were so busy fighting that hunter didn’t have a chance to shot only wolf.
Now there are two dogs and a wolf bleeding on the snow.
Not far relatives against each other on one planet.

Lonely dead wolf wouldn’t know
His fur would lie down next to his pack’s.
Even if he knew about it,
Would he run away from there?

He rejoined the pack again.
Happily he rejoined.


Sukhee,