Tears in the night.

Silently will one cry oneself to sleep.
Any where, every night, someone will be crying silently
But why does one cry silently at night?

Tears running down the cheeks
Sniffing as tissues dampened
No one to hear the soft cries
No one to interfere
No light to irritate one’s eyes

Sleep will follow after
Till one wakes up to feel as though it was all a dream
As the day goes further, reality slips into mind
Then once again, would one cry silently at night

When will the tears stop rolling?
When will the grieving stop?
It doesn’t have to be just you;
It might be your cheerful-carefree friend
Or perhaps anyone in this world?

Never will there be a night of no tears,
If there was, that would be happiness…

For those crying silently at night.

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Drought.

A land full of beautiful grown wild flowers,
the trees scattered along the field.
It was always shining brightly, scorching as ever as
that it would bring thirst to every living thing on that land.

Fear not as there would always be the rain.
It would never fail to come every thrice a week.
Yearly, flowers blossom; the birds would chirp
and a rainbow after every shower.
The beautiful sound of leaves as
they brushed against each other.

Faithful was the rain, no matter how much the sun shines,
it would even rain while it still was shining.
In return, the flowers were ever blooming and
the leaves were glistening.
Water droplets dangling at the very edge of the leaves…

Sadly, it didn’t last.
The sun still shines but
the rain didn’t come like it promised to.
Days went by, followed by weeks and months.
Flowers started to wilt and the trees bald.

Life was draining out slowly from that land.
It could wait no more for the rain to come.
The animals had left,
there was nothing for them to live on.
Soon, it became a barren land where no living thing
would want to set foot on…

Hot as ever in the day,
Chilly as ever in the night.
It felt as though the land did cry
but till now, the rain still hasn’t come…

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The Game of Chess.

Thinking carefully of where to place my pawn,
I looked into the eyes of destiny.
I tried to see what my future beholds as
I made my next move to place it where
I would take her bishop away.

In her land of the desert, I could see her pawns,
carefully she slides her pawn that ate one of my rooks.
I feared to lose my only knight, and yet my queen did not move
as I saw how she tipped off my pawn.

Quickly, I tried to save my pieces and seized to use my knight.
In honour, I know my knight will guard the king who did not move a step.
I saw in the eyes of destiny that she couldn’t make a move.
She looked surprised and moved her pawn.
Ah, I was too eager to make the move and place my queen over her pawn.

She knew well that I would make that move,
which had turned out to be my one very mistake.
It led to my doom as I was besieged.
I failed to protect my knight of all pieces.
I lost him in my hands of mistakes.
There, the game ended as the board turned to dust.
I looked at her as she was me.
It turned out that I was playing against my destiny.

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Untitled.

As I wait day by day;
night by night
for the man whom I am in love with
The beat of my heart skips
a second for each thought
I had about him

I love him dearly,
I love him truly
For my heart and soul
call out to him

Oh how much he knows
that I long for him
Missing every bit of him
as he is far away from me

Sitting on a bench,
swinging my legs back and forth
like a little girl
waiting for her school bus to arrive
There, I am waiting for you...


For Eric Coburg.

If Only You Knew

If only you knew how much you meant to me
If only you knew how much I needed you
If only you knew how much you made me happy
If only you knew how much I love hearing your voice
If only you knew how much I love thinking about you

For the past few days, I had not been great
as I felt the loneliness crawling back to me
Everyone simply left me behind as
it seemed like they no longer cared

If only you knew how hurt I was
to find out that a friend had ignored me
If only you knew how much I longed for you
to be here for me
If only you knew that you being here
would simply make me happy once again
If only you knew that you made me alive

If only you knew how much I love you...
how much I miss you

For Eric Coburg

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The Girl In The Mirror

In the mirror,
I looked at and I saw a girl.
There I saw, those eyes staring at me;
I couldn’t believe how much she had changed
Far from it, I no longer recognized this girl.
‘Who is she?’ I questioned myself.
I backed away, refusing to look into the mirror;
Fearing to look at her;
In my mind, I told her to ‘Go away’.
She was once the lovely girl I knew
The girl whose happiness fed on dreams
But she was lacking of being loved;
She had lost herself into another realm
I couldn’t save her.
Or perhaps I could?
I looked at the mirror again,
There I saw her smiling sweetly;
The thought came into my mind,
She is loved once again…
She is loved.

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What is Life?

‘What is life?’
I pondered to myself.
Every little thing has a life.
Questions of it have not been answered.
I asked myself again,
‘What is life?’
Ah…it is still a mystery;
A mystery of asking why we live;
What is the purpose and
What is the lesson learnt?
‘What is life?’
All I know that it is something
To be left unanswered and yet
It is still a question with uncountable perceptions.

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Till The Day Comes...

In the dry desert,
there you're waiting to return home
Here on a wet island,
I am waiting for you to return home

We counted the days to the day
you would return to the moors
I was looking forward to that;
I wanted to talk to you so badly
and I wanted to see you too

We got our hopes too high,
as that day is never going to come
The day will be late,
when will it arrive?
We don't know...

What are they up to?
Don't they have a heart?
Every soldier longs for their home
Wanting to see their loved ones...
Why are they taking that away?
How long are they going to keep them there?

They have no right...
Every soldier served their country but
it is not fair to take away their freedom
They have no right to
prevent you from returning

Less sleep you get;
time wasted to look out for the rats
Stay awake by the taste of the pill
and rest when you have to
Dream of me for I want you to
as I will meet you in your dreams

Till the day comes,
then I'll be there;
waiting for you at the terminal
All I could think of at that time
was to hold you in my arms
for I couldn't believe you're finally back
The day whereby it will be our first meet...


For Eric Coburg

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