Wednesday, 17 August 2011


If I were one of those little people
I would come and visit you every night
peeking through the tiny hole on the screen
just to hear the sound of your breath.

If you were having an unpleasant dream
I would run and swing to your bed
panting and sweating
just to softly sing on your ear.

If you were about to embark on a journey
I would sneak inside your pocket
hiding so that no one would see me
but I could see the beautiful scenes with you.

If you were catching a bit of cold
I would bring the magical herbs
carrying them with the help of grasshoppers
and brew them in a hot pot to comfort you.

By the end of each day
as I go back to my realm
I’d sleep with your scent left on my hair
and your warmth as my blanket.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

One of Those Nights

The anger, the stress, the hurt
enough for them to culminate
Until we found ourselves
dwelling in disappointment
Resulting in arguments.

How selfish hearts could be
it was close to being revolting
Only to release this fit
venting it to the loved one
Without contemplation.

The night left us in remorse
and magnificent lessons
Together again in each other’s arms
simply by love and affection
Uttering words of apology.

I learn
I understand
And I love you.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

After The Walk

Perth; Canon Powershot SX10 IS - Photoshopped; November 28, 2008
As the fumes escaping my mouth
I watch it glide gracefully
before being engulfed by autumn
But its tail leaves behind a scene
from a series of a journey

Bitter smoke invites the tears
I rub my eyes

It was when the taste of separation
gladly planted its claws on our shoulders
Dreaded the days that slid even faster
we buried ourselves in each other
For fear of endless separation

Looks exchanged
Bloodshot and exhausted
Silence took over…

Moons have passed
the fight over the distance goes on
The unbearable absence of touch
only letters and voices exchanged
A new and ongoing walk we are on
never before were we this strong
Everything is worth the battle.

Monday, 23 May 2011


I sit back
quietly humming to myself
while watching them frolicking
playing tag and sharing laughter
Maybe I’m just not as hip

Though how much I try to reach
they’re just zombies walking
When I do touch them
they fall silent immediately
Maybe I’m just a parasite

I try to smile from afar
slowly rocking back and forth
Might as well get their attention
or so I thought
Maybe I’m just not striking enough

Only a few remain loyal
Only those few stay in the circle
While others don’t mind me
These few love me truly
Maybe I’m not that lonely

La Nuit Porte Conseil

Night shall console me
Wrapped inside these heavy wings
Till light comes again

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Like A Dream

My feet are floating above the fuzzy ground
My inner ethereal beauty in captivity
Blurred vision but sensitive to the touch
like soft feather swept against my soles
There are more than three melting clocks
with deformed faces here and there
and a woman with drawers as her breasts
I am walking on invisible stepping stones
Everything is surreal
I am surreal.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Festive Festival

Pause on your track
take no more steps closer
I want you to listen carefully
the sweet tunes of my anklets
Can you hear them jingling?

The rustling pleats of my dress
sequins beating their eyes as I move
gold coins dangling around my face
My fingers snapping, my wrists twisting
Joyful sounds of santour and tonbak

Join me and let’s hold hands
feel the bond, share the merriness
it will melt your sorrow, trust me
Wings will sprout on your back
making you move as light as feathers

Look around you
all smiling from ear to ear
Twirl, sway, sing and clap

Put your hands up in the air!
Dance like you’ve never danced before!