Train, fault

Look up above,
starlight shadowed
by the flooding
city lights.

Stuck on a journey
to get back home,
from a place which for me,
is quite unknown.

Before i go on further,
question on my mind is,
why won't she have that little walk
else all these won't have happened.

Not a mere shake on the train,
heard a bang somewhere,
and we all stop
on the next available port.

All caught unaware,
till instructions came
and chased everyone out,
as staff ran across the train.

Apparently its a fire,
with the extinguishers in their hand,
nothing more was seen,
the burnt smell about to become a pain.

Now i recall,
the video that is always playing,
and talks about the worst scenario,
which we now try to avoid having.

For this moment i realized fear,
that if things were out of hand,
there's no getting out
of this basement in once piece.

So again i ask,
why didn't we take the walk?

Gloomy. Day. In.

The onslaught of the rain,
caused the downfall of a dream.
The run was canceled,
an evening to be spent under shelter.

Gloomy day,
both inside and out.
Listen to sad songs,
really doesn't help.

Listing out
and submitting to the hard facts
became the solution
to find a smile.

Give a break.
Break away.
Away from it all.
All of it.

Hearing voices,
writing verses,
makes me feels much better,
though there is still no laughter.

Why. Bother.

Why bother,
why bother,
and please spare us,
all the trouble.

Its obvious,
that you are quite oblivious,
to our thoughts,
and that is quite serious.

Why force upon us,
to come together and discuss,
that which we do not love,
though we did not make a fuss.

It was really tense,
yet it was common sense,
that stop me,
from making some offense.

Let's see how it turns out,
as people talk about,
or leave it in a corner,
in a shadow of doubt.

Replay

Sing me a sad song,
cry me a lullaby,
bleed me a poem
and remind me of you.

Not that it will hurt,
its purely for remembrance,
that it has once happened,
not to be forgotten.

And bring back
from my memories,
each and every little thing,
that has been done before.

Its not the first time,
doubt it will be the last,
for its me who have allowed it
to happen once and once again.

Digging out the memories,
from sometime ago,
and look at a replay,
that matches what is now.

No regret,
no lament,
trust in my actions,
and move on further.

Passing and The Not

So what is the problem
with failing?
Reckon it as red stains
upon some important papers.

But who is there
to give a grading
this time round
when its no exam?

Experience is a hard teacher
they say,
who gives the test first
and the lesson later.

I'll rather listen
to the person who didn't succeed
and not the one who boast
of never failing.

For it is a good chance
that he has never tried hard enough.
And that failure,
is a much better teacher.

If you are wrong
admit it,
even if you are,
much more senior.

And make yourself
the best lesson
that can be taught
to any other.

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Fireflies

Down the road,
mark by unlit skies.
Dark and lonely,
the path goes winding.

Fireflies appear,
like sparkles of hope.
Providing some comfort,
on the bleak trail.

Many gather,
illuminating brighter,
now we see further,
feeling much more safer.

Twilight to dusk,
the walk goes on.
Dawn will be coming,
but who would be following?

A pot of gold at the end perhaps,
but still its nothing compared
to the fireflies
that has shone their light for me.

dream. hall. bat. dog.

walked into my hall,
all was dark,
a shadow floating around
in mid-air.

instincts tell me
its not mere shadow,
and before me,
was a bat.

it lurk in the hall,
not sure whether
my presence has startled it
one bit at all.

Nothing follows
beyond the seconds of meeting,
until it came,
upon me striking.

Can't recall how i felt,
in that instance.
was i terrified?
or no?

it cling on to me,
right on my back.
it just clings on,
clings on.

i notice a dog,
steps from where i stood.
looking at it,
as its eyes were back at me.

it moved,
and jumped,
onto my arm,
and held on there.

so i was having
a bat,
and a dog,
stuck on me.

whatever follows,
i only know of,
the bed i'm on,
and not in the hall.

itch

This was unwanted.
Yet we took it anyway.
Now leading
to our own demise.

Then, we defied
the opinions of some,
now we feel that
it was better to listen.

Shrugged off,
apparently they
were the wiser choices
than compared now.

Purely for the sake
of doing,
its just us who don't want
to drop the journey.

Even if we only
have ourselves to blame.
We will still continue
to keep it going.

Re-walk

Splashes of green and brown
as they cover me.
Warmth overwhelming,
sweat does not stop coming.

We do not dress like this,
not anymore,
like we used to do,
that was back then.


The concrete steps,
still counts the same number,
collect dusts
and lead me to the room.

It still echoes,
very much faintly,
like the many times
i tread on it.


The door remains green,
the air thinly laced with dust
and sunshine through the windows
gently flooding the room.

This used to be home,
for half the days and month,
nothing alien,
a place to call my own.


Stepping out of the sanctuary
feels a tingling feeling
holding you back,
to catch another glance.

See myself
in another attire,
basking in the sun,
with a smile on my face.


There's no point staying
when its gone beyond you,
turn around and go,
but don't forget.

This once,
i wish time would stop,
and let me savor
the tasteful memories.

Remedy in need

Felt lousy today.
Wasn't what i did,
purely what i felt.

Blame it
on the lack of sleep
that i'm facing.

Overwhelmed almost totally
by the highly
un-motivating music.

But they were
still the pieces
i enjoy more than the others.

Uncannily like a solo,
a spotlight and me,
alone.

Looking for an audience,
who can feel through,
some of what is call sorrow.

Unveil the curtains,
close them up again,
like an routine, never ending.

Seeking the remedy,
trace back to the pleasure
of good night's sleep.

Its Easy

to say give up,
to stop fighting,
to run away,
to just not make a move.

Then the question comes,
if things goes taking
a downward spiral,
what would you be saying?

Pondering over,
what more could have been done
or what was done,
but not good enough.

Would failure
have been the result
of a selfish act
or the lack of trust?

Its easy,
to not even try,
feeling that all is fruitless,
and not worth the time at all.

At the end of it all,
would you still hold no regrets,
if you knew,
that more could be done?

Slow Motion Movie

Another film reel is loaded,
upon request.
A rectangular stretch of light
presented itself on the screen.
Pictures after pictures,
placed into frames.
Now we get a show of continuous motion,
broken into bits and pieces.

The faster they go,
the smoother they are going to get.
Mine seems slightly jam today,
my movie is jerky and full of pauses.
Made worse by missing segments
here and there,
which i'm trying hard
to fill back up.

If i would to look at it again,
I'll say things ain't that bad,
provided you look from the other side.
Now i have all that i recall,
lay out in front of me.
A second look at the details
and ever so important things
that people are saying.

For the missing segments,
sometimes we just have to
let them go away,
and relive ourselves
of another possible
grim in the series of memories,
that we could do without,
and maybe save some pain.

Once again

I went. I chased.

No idea what to make of it.


I stop.


And said 'enough'.

Coming to the same standstill,
all the time.

When in fact,
its only the second time,
as far as I can really remember.

So give up
without giving a fight
for what you once strive for.

Ask yourself,
why bother.

When there isn't a need,
probably leads to missing reasons
and motivation holding you to the end.

Train, Take me away

I turn around
looking at the distance
between the station and I,
which is getting wider.

All at once,
a voice came from inside
shouting out load
'Take me away,
bring me somewhere else'

Next thing I knew,
my eyes were set
on the metal tracks
upon which my train followed.

Taking a last glance,
the station becoming smaller
and faded into colors.

Who knows what lies ahead
but things felt a bit lighter
as the train
continue its way
towards the next station.

Stranded

For that while
I find myself unable
to fathom the rationale
for my actions.

All that impulse
that stem from emptiness.
And who says
you can't create something
out of nothing?

I was feeling like I had nothing
coupled with a wanderlust,
that was in need
of being extinguish.

Won't search for anyone familiar
because I'm trying to hide
another aspect of myself
that is crawling its way out
through the jagged and broken edges
deep within my heart.

Once again I feel stranded.

The Days in Green: Time

We lay down listening to the same old songs,
And flipping back the pages of memories.
Time moves on,
Have we?

The Days in Green: Travelling Thoughts

And here I am beside my window looking out.
I saw the blue skies and the white clouds,
With birds flying past.
Beautiful.
The sun shines and if one look up into above.
Nothing could have seemed so perfect.

By the shore,
The waves draw near sometimes,
Birds on the shore picking up their food.
Cool breeze follows.
What’s more to offer?
Other than the passage back home.
But where,
Truly is home?

Under night skies,
Stars twinkle,
With the moon hanging just beside.
You can see the shadow of the moon;
The darker half partly hidden from sight.
Countless stars,
Endless twinkle.

The moon is down,
But not yet.
Not tonight.
It shines on.

The Days in Green: Night Thoughts

Are you feeling cold today?

The wind coming through the window greets me,
Bringing about an uncertainty within.
Felt so uncovered,
So vulnerable.

The rise to anger,
The hidden thoughts.
Fear grips,
Emptiness cripples.

We’ve crossed days without even realizing the dates; Just waiting for the end of each day. Dates didn’t matter anymore, becoming just a number. Now we only go by days of the week. Nothing else matters. Not all the time though.

The Days in Green: Jetty Sight

On the jetty
Cold wind blows.
The sun shines brightly
But it’s just ever warming.
Coastal water sound so gentle
Nothing could sound better.

With that in mind,
I could always imagine,
The sight of me going back home
To where someone is waiting for me,
Or is it so?
I wonder.