< 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.

< Back life's countdown We count down to one , that very last second we have been waiting for since the first, just to disappear, like fireworks.

< Back Sandman I sit in solitude, my lone silhouette against the horizon. Not a single soul left, it was just the ocean and I, and darkness creeps in slowly as if it knew. I gaze at the shoreline, the very place of reunion between the waves and the sand. The place I long to be, since forever. But, I was forced, boxed, stacked and built upon, with my body standing tall and firm, against my will. I wish the waves could engulf me whole, and bring me home.

< Back poems paper can't handle left, right, left, right. the mirror presents a girl you only know from the outside. she stares back at you, familiarity fighting the seconds. who is she? who are you? her eyebrows furrowed, reflecting your frustration. that is you. lub, dub, lub, dub. your heavy heart weeps through the night, killing your sleep. secrets you hide tear apart the self you know, once again. your smiles in vain. up, down, up, down. you draw a line with your two feet repeatedly. the line to cancel your insanity. what have you become? you who hate yourself so strongly, from the inside.

< Back When Love Is Gone, Where Does It Go? When love is gone, where does it go? The cracked path we walked by all the time, or the white sheets of yours I knew made someone else feel special. Maybe the tears I cried those nights you walked out, or the photos I took of us, wishing you were somebody else. If I could find and retrieve the love that left us, one by one, perhaps, I would rather not.

< Back Plastic Love Pristine as we’ve ever been, love, a feeling we rarely come by. Only puddles of what-ifs we sit and gaze upon, never jump in. Yet, we build our walls higher each day, growing dissatisfied with what’s past it. It’s our own little world now, where we await a plastic love. But plastic means perfect, and no love is plastic.

< Back Just Passing By Going in circles, a destination unclear. You traced my footsteps. Is it here? In search of an answer, your secret was born. Special, you felt, overflowing warmth. Though, unknown were you to me. A fleeting memory. One in a billion, but not the one I yearn. Maybe that time I looked in, blind to the sparks you saw fly. I'm sorry, I never loved you. I was just passing by.