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    Earthly Treasures

    May 15, 2022 - By 

    I wrote this post on 23 November 2021, but I never published it. Little did I realise that by 11 April 2022, this snow globe in the above picture, together with my fully furnished house will soon be washed away into the ocean. We were victims of a flood, and we could not save a single item. Holding onto earthly treasures is not worth the heartbreak. Written: 23 November 2021 My Story When I was little, there was civil unrest in my neighbourhood. My Mum and all the aunties were frantic. The plan: grab your stuff and flee! My Dad’s…

  • Poetry

    Pages Turn

    October 7, 2021 - By 

    Pages turn, and spines are bent To fold comfortably in the hand Bound together into chapters And seamed into place A book has a start and an end All in a total sense, from one mystery to the next But the pages of my heart hold an archive of scrolls Manuscripts far too fragile to be bent Years of chronicles and fables bound into stories Holding secret pains Parchments of a soft flesh-like kind Written in dribs and drabs Incomplete Pages fall loosely, splitting at the seams Chapters in scribbles in a cute mad-like disarray There seems to be no…

  • Poetry

    Here’s to what was meant to break me!

    August 23, 2021 - By 

    I will wear it like a medal of honour I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs Who does she think she is? I hold it up high like a torch to a race See, see, ask what you will For I wear it like a medal of honour Oh, she is no good! She is not worthy! I disapprove! It is mine to keep, a bestowal if you wish History has spoken, who are you to judge? I place it on a mantel next to my other prized possessions Go and see it if you please For you will not…

  • Poetry

    My Glow Is My Colour

    June 10, 2021 - By 

      A glow, a warm glow, illuminates from within my being as You make Your presence known to me  Like kinetic energy with the ability to generate light only seen by a certain human eye An eye, that when looked into, reflects the source of that which it sees  The source, the One whose eyes are like flames of fire      Zillions of tiny photons stream like crystal shimmers Gleaming and dancing under my skin  Frequencies of a secret song only understood by a certain human ear  An ear that has an ear to hear  The heart beatings of…