Trading My Hours




Eight hours spent

infront of my computer

Two more hours

infront of my tv

Another two

infront of faces I do not know

braving my way back home

and finding some spot

inside a tightly-packed train



Which of these hours

were truly mine

which hours

the hours I’d look forward to

when I open my eyes from sleep?





O, that I may spend more hours



walking beneath the pouring rain


I’d give my hours

for some minutes

with which I can look beyond the sky

and catch myself some butterflies



I’d give my minutes

for some seconds

a miniscule moment

in which there’d be a kiss

a song

an eternity

that never fades



  1. Daphne Lim October 6, 2008 2:36 pm Reply

    Hi Jocelyn,

    I love your blog header image and the concept of the blog being a spirituality cafe. Keep serving up the nourishing poems and articles!


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