nostalgia

if hands could free you,heart,
where would you fly?
far,beyond every part
of earth this running sky
makes desolate?would you cross
city and hill and sea,
if hands could set you free?

i would not lift the latch;
for i could run
through fields,pit valleys,catch
all beauty under the sun-
still end in loss:
i should find no bent arm,no bed
to rest my head
- philip larkin
there's always something in the way

green and brown

i got u something
she thought it was a lie
a box was sneaked across the table
strategically parked so her eye
caught its pose in its prim
brown and green.
her heart skipped a beat
her mind shoved it aside
thank you very much
that was really nice

be with me

so i watched Eric Khoo's Be With Me last night
with 'i like my coffee without sugar'
and my favourite picture in the movie
though it may seem warped
or morbid,
was the image of ezann lee
lying on the fat security guard,unconscious,
while he takes one last look at his painstakingly written letter
to the girl of his dreams
before he closes his eyes and
surrenders to death in his pool of blood.

because in that one picture
juxtaposition brought out the essence of the movie
ezann,who plays jackie,lost all hope because
the girl she loves,sam,left her for some guy
while the fat security guard was hope-full,
all ready to give his one brave shot
at the female executive he's been pining for.
yet jackie's very act of hopelessness met this man
through her jump from the building
killing him and leaving her alive.
a little over the top but clever
unrequitted love spoken without words.

remember forever

i asked u,
wat would you do for me?
darling,I would die for u.
i asked u,
i just committed a crime,
my sentence is death.
do u still love me?
remember,forever...
hands chained,legs bound,
they dragged me towards my fate
wat i deserved for
wat i did.
u held me tight,firm,
for one last time,
to say goodbye
looked deep into my eyes
remember forever...
i turned to face my sentence,
i turned and i saw u.
fresh blood streaming down
your body now,deformed
your face scarred beyond recognition
but u hung there in my place
your eyes found mine and u said
remember forever,
i love you.

haunting

old and frail she passes me by
dressed in a slightly creased cotton cheong sum
her wig,black and coarse
carefully,with much daily practise,
affixed on the top of her head
her hunch disfigures her
once,perhaps admirable physique
time has made it's mark by carving creases on her forehead
a whiff of her smell of age finds its way into my nose

and life's temporariness
and death's inevitability
haunts me