Gloomy Afternoon

Dusk sinks in to the lair of my daily chamber where labour grinds me till sunsets. Dusk is where i rave in freedom and hunt for my evening meals, prancing stealthily like a beastly feline, sniffing at the aroma of the meats and bones of the unsuspecting preys, deeply indecisive of which to lay my claws on.

Ahh.. there came a heavenly scent of the juicy flesh,  a taste of many past adventures, stained the sweat of the bah-chor mee uncle. With the swift movements of his skilled hands and steady actions came along with the rythmic splash of water, fragrant steam rose and blinds his glasses. Yet he moves in the speed of light which defeats mortal vision.

In silence, i closed up and make my fatal pounce at the unknowing mee and brought the end of the enticing meal with my powerful jaw, it ended in it’s silence scream.

Satisfied, the beastly feline stood up, gave itself a hasty lick-over and haughtily left the scene of hunt for the scavengers to clear it up.

The sky darkens by then, and night falls into another daylight soon.

There’s too many people on this planet, it’s too crowded in this island, crowding in my head too.
I often dream of finishing off with what i have in this lifetime, but people dragged in, kindred dragged down, love dragged on.  I drown myself in inspirations when misery hits, in pages, in music, in poems and boozes.

Alcohol numbs me, just like it does now, numbs my heart, my body, my mind, love it strong, the way it makes you flush and as your heart pounds in the brain. But most of the time life goes on without it. Brave i am, i still run away from all reality, or anyone who pulls me back, i hate it yet i still live it on.

The misery and agony of life so intense yet we love it so much, an addiction incurable. Sway in music, ecstacy in love, beauty in art, inspiration in words.

The Beauty of Sins

Savour it.

May wind blow away my scent
that lingers with the chimes of my laughs. 
Tides devour my steps on the sand, 
nothing left on the trail of my paths. 
Brief memories that I exists,
no more than a breeze on the leaves.
I crave to hide in worldly crease,
to rest in my internal peace.

-23th April 2009-

The night you wasn’t here, u were here all night. did u know?
A bottle of wine was opened to celebrate solitary of the moonless night.
learnt of defeats and victory, battles after battles.
destroyed most existence,disposed of the others.

Sweetness of success.

Life as a neverending journey,
walking neverending miles.

Decades devoured the leftovers.

Gone with dust, the place called home,
pavements, chairs and dining room.

Yet was all really gone?

Earhtly entities divides,
only memories resides.

Laughter, warmth embraced
a feeling of belong instead.

Home in definition–

of peaceful rest,

my destination

Like every other day, she woke from the light slumber to the peek of the morning sun thru the blinds.

the reality that sleep briefly barred away,

the pain that slumber numbed, seeped in. slowly.

habitually, she paced for the fridge, reached for the milk carton.

an item of adoration in the past. but only the past.

love had faded, routine took over.

who knew that such intense passion would take away.

shredded by the blade of time.

rim on lips, sour.

the carton flew out the window, she felt like flying out too.

her glance went out of the window into the world,

her world.

void.

emptiness.

Along my way home, as a habit of mine, my eyes scanned the public pavilion for a furry friend of mine, a slight obese feline that always hangs around the area. As usual, i found her perched upon the platform on her furry stomach, enjoying the coolness of the night with half closed eyes and a hint of smile on her face.

Greetings, i gave with gentle touch, and was returned with it’s affectionate purring and gestures. As goodbyes were bid, curiosity arised within me, by a view not far away, odd in the shadow of the night; another round face tabby staring up a treelet(small tree) with grave inquisitive focus. Neither was it a bird, a nest nor a rodent, a cat was scrunched up on a branch at the mid of the tree staring down, back and forth, at the tabby and me, fear that was on it’s face made me thought that it’s trapped on the tree and help was needed.

It jumped off the branch(oh, goodness me..), landed on good footings and dashed off, as i paced in gradually, followed immediately was another dart made by the tree-watching-tabby, apparently chasing the former.

As i observed them before heading home, the cat from the tree kept eyeing me after they ended the chase with a series of grooming sessions, it told me off me for meddling..

But hey! i was trying to help. But kitty, if u are reading this with your paw and mouse, “i’m sorry, okay!”

oh, nosy me.

Burden dragged on me all the way home. It was the kind of day when everything goes wrong and it just wouldn’t leave you alone even for a second, like stand amidst of a battle ground, arrows just kept flying towards you, never resting, no sign of stopping, fend it off and it still comes your way.

when burden becomes unbearable, just want to let go, pass it to someone, yet you couldn’t simply pass it on,

you hoped the world would leave you alone, or hope that you could leave the world, alone.