Early Morning Train Ride

Five more stops i count
and soon I'll be
bounded for another train
to the port for planes.

The air is unusually cold today
in the cabin where i stood
though i got to say
its long since my last train trip.

Half the people i see
drifted away to sleep
as they made themselves at ease
on the maroon colored seats.

Stops after stops
the train went about it's way,
its path being dictate
by the tracks laid ahead.

More people got down,
even fewer got in,
making the cabin
going less than empty.

When finally i managed
to find myself on that maroon,
the crowd i first encountered
has dwindled down to a few.

They're no longer taken by sleep
now awaken as they see
their destination away from them
only by mere matter of minutes.

Sunlight pierce through the glass panels
as we escape the tunnel
to see morning's glory
smiling right back at us.

A switch of train just before that escape
brought a new group before me
short of a few familiar faces
from the previous cabin.

Again i count the stations
looking forward to start my day
then again,
hasn't it started many stops ago?

Morning.

Broken Peace

An alarm was set off
just around half past noon
where my lunch is still
down down my digestive tract
and vividly i could recall
it as a much hefty meal.

The compound was empty
save for a few of us
who has to spend the day here
envying at those are absent.
We ain't alone, accompanied by feelings
of restlessness we can't shake off.

It was a dismay to many,
when the silence drifting around
made for a run
as the siren went crying
on and on, on and on,
no stopping.

Discomforting it was
then a conclusion came.
We've lost the peaceful afternoon
we grew so familiar with.
A thought came asking
'Where are we having it back?'

We waited and waited,
pray it'll not be in vain
all till the siren went dead
perhaps tired out from crying
or someone has just
given it the boot.

Santuary

Looking at rays of sunlight
pierce through the
faint misty air
upon the wide open green field
moist with morning dew.

Far out on the horizon
white flaky clouds gather
like a herd of cattle grazing
except that the colours changed
of blue and green, white and brown.

Serenity starts to set in
as the scene began coming to a still
less the humming of insects
and the flock of birds
flying across the sky.

It feels like it could last
forever, it it really existed.
then i look around
and realised i am
down here, alone.

Complicated

Once in a while,
I come back looking
at what I've wrote
and wonder.

Especially if
a friend came telling
that your words
are hard to fathom.

I could only feel
that what i pen down
are merely a reflection
of my other everyday life.

Then again i think,
could there be a message
trying to be discovered
by an unsuspecting reader.

Coming from where
i suppose
that it would be,
my subconscious mind.

A serious habit
that tends to stay,
complicating matters
even of the least complex.

Communication for understanding
but here i am,
trying to cause misunderstanding
by a cat and mouse game.

Are there words that
i wish to say
yet lacking courage
to speak it out loud?

Thus making me
turn to such alternative
and express the contents
that is in my mind.

Orchestra on a rainy day

Droplets of water that came
hitting down on that concrete ground.
Gust of wind blowing
echoing as they went along.
The leaves rustle in response
while the tress could only nod
in an uniform agreement.
The sky's a shade of mixed gray,
the blue quietly concealed away.

Of a sudden,
a symphony presents itself
becoming like an orchestra
as they all hum a single tune.
With thunder booming every few moments.
High and then low
and then higher than once before.
Rising to its climax
with everything sounding louder still.

The thunder carefully fades away
as the performance comes to an end.
And applause came in the manner
as people came out of their shelters
into puddles-filled land.

Indulge

Indulge yourself once in a while.
Have a treat or a two,
praising yourself
but in no way of a fool.

Enjoy that short laughter
or let that hint of a smile
show itself fully
without holding back at all.

Drawing that joy
from every step
and breathe you take
while life keeps ticking.

Indulge,
in not about enjoying pleasure,
but simply taking pleasure in enjoying,
each and everything.

Expressing Myself

You can't seem to ignore
however hard you attempt.
Could bluff yourself thinking
that's just the way it is.
But deep down inside knowing
facades never last for long.
Went into some willful wishing
for things to go your way.

Be it what you try to uphold,
values upon your shoulders.
Resolution unwilling to let it into
the list of next year's.

Another mistake you try to fix.
A person so hard to get to.
It all still feels,
so distant away.
Somehow much akin to,
repairing a roof top
while hailstones rain around.

I'll like to break that distant,
get close to express myself,
be it to reality or simply just me.
Possibly another one who could see
where I'm really standing.

Where am I?
Lost in jumbled thoughts,
or is it just
a somewhat fantasy of my own?

Change, unchanged

Some things change.
Some things never change.
Even when time has pass,
certain scars still remain,
reminding you of what once happened,
so long a time ago.

Even so,
it does not even need to cast a reminder
as you try so hard to forget
but to no avail.