phode signs
I stand, looking, All at once, they rush at me, The signs of age, with all its lines, The signs of fear, as far as I can see. I squat, waiting, One by one, they wink at me, The signs of love, so rare a find, The signs of hope, too sparse to see. I sleep, dreaming, Wafting by, they scream at me, The signs, they're all in my mind, Hollering for me to let it be.... I awake, thinking, All around, they bray at me, The signs of life are there to remind, They are not life's guides but life's stories.
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Monday, April 06, 2009
Why...
As each photo tellingly passes
I lean over + squint my weary eye
I reach for the old man glasses
And leak out a huge huge sigh
For amidst all the masses
Never... , never once I saw I
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I sigh ...
I sigh ...
not sure why.
Thinking,
heavy heavy moping.
I tear,
behind a gentle weir.
Reminiscing,
momentous reconciliating.
I sigh ...
not sure why.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Our Fathers' Boots

The Sadness is shared, my dear friend,
Shared when I greet the staring faces in the obituaries' pages,
Shared when I hear a dear one has passed away,
Shared when I savour moments that echoes yesteryears' sighs,
Shared when old movies triggers memories long buried,
Our fathers' boots are too big for us to climb into,
We who are boys weighed down by time,
Can never hope to scale the same heights,
They who once stood so tall, they who once span all wall,
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
One Wafty Teh Tarik Morn
I sat with ipod connected to the heartstrings;
teh halia wafting its fumes in my direction;
observing pairs of eyes doing their rounds;
wondering what thoughts lies beyond the orbs.
Are they filled with the same old worries?
What tales will their masters let regale?
Do our weary feet walk the same paths?
Do our weary hearts flit to the same tunes?
Are the gazes caught, fleeting tenuous chaff?
Astirred, I trap and savour these moments;
lest they slip through the temporal cracks;
lest our paths will never again meet ...

