Faezal Yunus

Yesterday, after a long day full of meetings and workshops, while walking the streets of Istanbul near my hotel in Sisli, I got tempted by the sight of cherries from a street vendor. I had little cash, so I thought I’d rather buy some cherries from the nearby Migros, using my card for the payment.

As soon as I walked past the vendor, just a few meters away, as if possessed, I turned back and bought the cherries from the street vendor. I was too tired to bite into them when I got back to my room, so I just left them on the table and am enjoying them as I reminisce and write about the day gone by. Never have I tasted such lusciously sweet cherries before. And the cherry on top — some didn’t even have pits.

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No, I cannot risk knowing the truth, I cannot ask
Let me cling on to that ray of hope, let me bathe in its bask

I’d rather die having lived in hope
Than live being dead in scope

Is it a curse or a boon, endearing me to this act of living
Why seek the answer, it can be unforgiving

I’d rather keep the flowers potted, letting ’em wilt
Than have them cast aside in a jilt

No, I won’t risk knowing the truth, I will never ask
I will cling on to that ray of hope, I will bathe in its bask

Photo by Silvestri Matteo, Unsplash

© Faezal Yunus. February 10, 2021.

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Consciousness is just dreaming with eyes wide awoken
Darkness is just light failing to reach a heart not open

If only I could catch the light and harness the dreams in a web intricately woven
If only I could catch the warmth ’til my heart sets afire, thawing it unfrozen

I’d dial up my sun and my heart would n’er be broken
I’d dial up my sun and my heart would f’ever remain open

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Faezal Yunus

Faezal Yunus

A dog at heart, masquerading the earth in human form on two legs instead of four, and a friendly one who may bark but never bite.