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.

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

Dejavu…

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.

Deluded

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

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.

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!

Kelelelelelelelele!

Pictures of You

As much as I stare

they don't speak as loud as they did

As much as I touch the hands

they seem not to wave back at me

The city lights, the buildings, the beaches

The green lawns, the parks, the living rooms

Only in my mind do I hear the laughters

Only in my heart do I still feel the joy

But subconsciously I know

Only few of them stay

How cruel it is

for not being able to reverse

How despicable the reality is

for not allowing dreams to stay longer

I stare

I coil

I weep

Where are you?