< Back For The One Who Writes Sad Songs I envy your mind. I ponder your past. Which is the one behind those words? So deep, so real. Who hurt you?

< Back N&AME (Now & At My End) a gift from birth, or a weight till death the union of letters we are bound to the sound we identify as

< Back what if mirrors lie? do mirrors tell the truth, or do they give us the power to make up stories in our heads that we choose to believe?

< Back where to? a wave crashes onto the coast of darkness, carrying along a traveller of the night to the place he ought to be. unloading luggages, stories, and all exchanges of secrets, the wave retreats back to the sea, in search of it’s next passenger.

< Back enough you throw the flower with its last petal on the ground after the seventh one said, “he loves you”.

< Back Simon Does Not Say Simon does not say to put yourself down. Simon does not say to stay silent. Simon does not say to be the best. Simon does not say to stop dreaming. Simon does not say to give up. Simon does not say to give in. Society does.

< Back the girl she'll never see again at the table on my left, she pointed at the half-eaten Yolé and asked her Mother something in a foreign language i couldn’t quite catch. “they must be here for a holiday,” i thought as i waited for my friends to return with the Coke i requested for. i wondered if she wonders about me, as i did about her. the life she leads, the kind of student she is and maybe, what she thought of the foreign land she was in, the place i call home. i whipped out my phone, and quickly gave this thought a title. all because of the fact that to each other, we were just the girl she’ll never see again.

< Back can't breathe the long night is over, and dawn drowns the streets blue, suffocating us awake. the moon retreats, while the sun reminds us of the new day. a new day to fight to stay afloat in a sphere that ties us down.

< Back night nest irreplaceable, its warmth embraces me whole like a mother’s hug.

< Back i want another picture of the sunset click click my sister doesn’t understand that all sunsets are different click click the ones i have captured are forever gone and the ones to come, we will never know

< Back The Opposite Train the ending theme song of my favourite anime blasting into my ears as i sit and watch adults with furrowed brows trying their luck with a train that reeks of ‘peak hour’. the denial of reality. “just one more”, i admire that perseverance. today, i finally fulfilled my wish of being in the opposite train. but at the same time, leaving my 10-page report on my dusty table for dhoby ghaut. what a monday…

< Back overthinking like an overflowing bathtub i float in the gentle weightlessness of my thoughts, yet my body sinks to the bottom of this stillness. a stillness that hugs me so tight, suffocates me alive. someone, please pull the plug. any longer, and i’ll only drown myself.