The day you walked in
Stood on my door
You were nineteen
I was twenty four.
A look at your face
Weakened my knees
In your sweet fairness
I experienced bliss.
Throbbed hard my heart
My body felt so light
That spelt the start
Of my love at first sight!
The day you walked in
There wasn't anymore
Happiness for nineteen
Peace for twenty four.

woke every morning and
dressed in the sun, then
dreamt in the breezeway
where the day's laundry
hung. She listened for
him in the summery hum;
sometimes she was honey,
sometimes she was stung.

Some people I know
I meet in the marketplace,
Greet them with Hi and a little bow,
As courtesy shown to a known face,
No further the relation can go!
I never care to know them more
They’re just known passersby,
To them I never open my door
Nor to build friendship I try!
Some people I know
I meet on the way,
Throw a brief smile at them,
That’s so far as it can go,
I don’t care to know their name!
Fellow travelers on a passing ship
I wish I could know them more
Their thoughts that lie hidden deep
Like waiting rains yearning to pour!
If we could take it a little more
To bridge the yawning distance,
Opened up to each other our hearts’ door
To give friendship a chance,
I could find from them some true gem
That it would be a loss not to know,
But I never care to know their name,
The familiar faces I greet with a bow!

once the hole is dug
all the dirt is gone
never again to return the same.
different.
time moves on
light barely reaches the bottom
a deep hole

stuck clawing
grasping at the blue above
then dark seeps in,
consumed by fate
the light retreats
never seen the same again
different shadows cast
still no escape
the walls crumble in

Pain, pain, please go away
I have a lot to deliver today
And the next few days too
Oh Oh pain please please
Pain, pain, go away
This time around I can't afford to declare mayday!

Mirror…mirror
I look at myself into the mirror
Am I still the little girl I used to be?
My mom calls me her sweet innocent child
She adores me the moment she wakes up
She loves me still until the end of day
I am growing so fast,
It makes me scared
Sometimes when I used to play tantrums
Am I still my mom’s sweet child?
Sometimes when I hurt her little
Am I still an innocent child?
Mirror, mirror, please tell….

Handbags
She adores designers labeled handbags
Lavished herself in Paris, New York, London
Approximately millions in RM
She had handbags
Louis Vutton, Paris Hilton, Channel etc etc…
Just name them…
Close to 3 thousands I guess
some she bought
some were given
Certainly Not ordinary people
Like you or me
Can afford to buy…

Some years on
All collection are still kept
Collecting dust in the closet
now the only
use for them
is to be stored
away to rot

why were they
not sold?
Imagine the lucrative profits
Can feed millions of poor kids
Send them to school
Make them learn ABC instead
Just another example
of how poverty
is shortchanged
by greedy elitist minority

Often at night we are reminded
of the phantoms from nowhere
would emerge only to scare
the hell out of us..
the hell out of kids
on the night when there is full moon...
just you beware..
the phantoms can be anywhere...