Monthly Archives: March 2017

I am stuck in my own world. Wanting to wander, wanting to see the outside. A stranger to the rest, to the others. I am the one who cannot understand. My thoughts are buried within me. I do not have … Continue reading →

It’s not here. It’s not here. Someone has stolen. Someone has taken away. The things that make us what we are, the things that make the best for us. It’s not here. It’s not here. The absence is clear. No … Continue reading →

Fleeting rain, fleeting moon Dusk of east coast Grabs the noon On purple skies, I grope the stars Intelligent universe enthralls this thought I wander, I wander far from home Oh Singapore, where have I been? Amidst the diverse humanity … Continue reading →

Where did you go? You just departed without my knowing. You slipped away secretly at the middle of the night. The door has shut carefully and no traces of you left but all the memories here, and there you are … Continue reading →

I still don’t want to sleep. It is getting late and quiet. My mind is loud and honest. I think I must need you here. I am craving to crave you.   2017

A decency to you cannot let me abhor you more than I can do. This is not what I know. I only learn to love you more.   2017

I arrived this morning from my three-hour travel and found you bickering while the children have so many frowns on their faces. I was a bit annoyed but I kept myself calm and started to pace from a distance to … Continue reading →

All the places I go, your face is all I see. All the lines on every song, your words I hear. All the beats of the drum, your noise distracts me. Inside this mind, in all my thoughts, you are … Continue reading →

I can’t hear you nor see you right now. My fear starts to creep in me. I am molested by apprehensions. This sleepless night recurs. I can’t find you anywhere but deep in the whereabouts of the thousands lost.   … Continue reading →

Left here in the middle of nowhere, dreams come to white and grey, I have all these feelings too melancholic. There is a solution in my mind. There are distractions outside. Sometimes I act like a child, sometimes I miss … Continue reading →