Money Can’t Buy Everything

Money is powerful tool in today’s world
Money is worthy weapon in present time.
That’s why he can’t take any step without it
That’s why he can’t take any nap without thinking about it.

Can he show his love with it?
May he buy his love with it?
Can he share his soul with it?
May he represent his soul with it?

Can it show how much hard work he put into it?
Can it show how much risk he took?
Can it show how much you value?
Can it show how much you really love?

It can’t change the past.
It wouldn’t bring his mom back.
It can’t make the past better.
It wouldn’t make his lover come back.

You can’t buy everything
Because money can’t buy everything.
You can’t pay for everything
Because money can’t pay for priceless.

Quiet River

Nobody knew there was a river
River that doesn’t have a name.
No one recognized that the river existed there
River that is so quiet.

When the river was found
We felt the sudden excitement.
When the river was reached
We wanted to refresh ourselves.

I felt the river was hot as boiling water.
Friend next to me felt was cold as ice.
I didn’t know that he was away for couple of seconds.
I didn’t remember him being out of balance ever.

He daydreamt,
My best guess.
He had some connection,
No clue how to explain it.

Said, he saw his life in the water like in the mirror.
Couldn’t shake himself, but just to sit.

His mom with cancer at the hospital
He’s with candygirl at the club.
She’s taking medicines and surviving
He’s drinking shots and flirting.
She was trembling, almost leaving her body
He was buzzing, almost loosening his control.

That’s what he saw.
That’s what he did yesterday.
Quickly he got up and ran to the van
Not even looking at us
He left the river driving away.

He didn’t come back
As we had to ask someone to pick us up.
He didn’t contact any of us
As we had to return the rental van.

He goes back to the quiet river
River that speaks.
One day I’ll go to the sad river.
River may talk to me.

Where Do I Belong

Who am I?
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?

What am I?
What am I?
Where am I supposed to belong?

Why am I different from the rest?
Why am I not social for anti-social?
Why am I lonely in the crowd?
Why am I hungry with full stomach?

Why can’t I fly, when I have wings?
Why can’t I write, when I have ideas?
Why can’t I drink, when I am thirsty?
Why can’t I sleep, when I am tired?

Why can’t I stop thinking about you?

Waiting Room

"It is really hard to see people struggling on the both sides of the hospital wall, ones on the operational table in emergency room and the others in waiting hall. You'll be surprised how people may react differently"


In a waiting room
Seconds crawl as hours
Not knowing what except.

While we wait
Piles of thoughts come to mind
Scared of bad result.

The worst thing is a patience
Does tear human up
Most of times, would not see smiles here.

Some pray for help to rescue
Some ask for easy way out "painless death"
Some worry about not having a insurance
Some wonder how much to get after this.

Whether all these requests are responded or not
We never know if it is right to ask for it.
Whether all these questions are answered or not
We never notice if it is right time to reach for it.

One Sunny Day

One sunny day
I'll be at home
I miss my old home.

One moonful night
I'll be sitting with my parents, nieces and nephew
I miss my family.

Seams like we are so far from each other
In my mind we are so close.
Seams like I've been away for long
In reality it wasn't long, but hard to recognize.

On the earth I have one unconditional respect
To my Mom and Dad.
In the world I have only one family
Mom. Dad, Brothers and kids.

Since last time we gathered together at home
Eleven years passed, I realized suddenly.
This time they have a plan to bring everybody home
Though it doesn't come out as they wish, I've noticed unfortunately.

One Sunny Day
I'll be home.
One Sunny Day
I am waiting for.


Sukhee,