Listening to the monotonous droning of the professor's voice
Going on and on becoming white noise
My eyelids growing heavy, like I'm trying to support the sky with my two hands
Vision becoming blurry as I glance around the room
To see your eyes meet mine
Those brown ones so fine
A little shy as we tread this fine line
Where we are on two ends with arms outstretched
Yet not too sure if our intentions matched
I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks
On this morning at ten thirty
The professor goes on and on but all I see is you
Smiling at me in a seminar room

A musical note floating around
Joining the sea of choruses, an enchanting sound
Your smiles and laughter, your foolish gestures
Tugging at the corners of my lips to make me smile
It's been a long time since I've felt the same
Is this me falling in love again?

Running after you
Is like chasing after clouds,
But still I run
Because it’s the clouds which give me rain;
Rain that is refreshing from the scorching sun,
Rain which is my lullaby on nights when I can’t sleep.
And it’s these clouds which are made of the water from earth;
The water which gives life, rejuvenating, reviving.
Even if I can’t reach you,
Even if I’m down here and you’re up there,
I chase after you.
Even if I can’t reach you,
Even if I can’t ever reach you,
I want to be near you.
Because you, my cloud, give me life
And being near you is enough.

sometimes I shut myself in the toilet cubicle just to be true to myself.
I shut myself inside the four grey walls just to let myself breathe,
breathe in the foul stench of reality.

It’s a night to remember
A nightmare forever
The stars crashed down
Bursting into shimmers, burning the universe.
It’s a nightmare inside her
Forever she’ll remember
The day you plucked stars from the skies
The day you poisoned her eyes.

like a feather brushing against my cheek
as my head rests on your lap
your touch breathes life into my still heart
*am i going to fall again?

Slowly, slowly, time is slipping away
Softly, gently, the clouds darken to grey
Quietly, eyes closed, shadows fade
Slowly, slowly, I'm going away

Desires unlimited, invisible hues spiraling up into the shrouded sky
Ringing in my ears a brimming sense of hope
Enveloping my heart as it swelled, pumping
Adrenaline through my blood. Eyes tracing the invisible trajectory skywards
"May my wishes be realised." A prayer whispered
Soft like a baby's breath, soft like the landing of an autumn leaf.

Lingering in the air was an acrid stench of Impatience.
Ears straining to hear the resounding boom which should have followed, eyes frantically searching for the vibrant colours which should have followed. Yet, it was just
Silence.

Retreating, surrendering, it doesn't matter which came first.
Energy sapped and knees scraped, the monotone of each day resumed.
Agreed, my heart still skips whenever a flicker of hue shines through the blinds. Yet,
Left behind were the days when I would abandon my demons to chase the
Intangible bright lights.
Thrown behind were the days when new scents would make me dance in the rain.

Yesterday, I slept while diamonds lit up the sky.

A waft of pleasantly warm and cosy aroma

Gently wrapped around my face

Sweet lips with a dash of bitterness

Coffee-coloured eyes trapped my gaze

Curse my painted lips
Which speak your name
Like a fireplace in winter
                        
Curse my bleeding lips
Which speak your name
Like a blizzard in Antarctica

Curse my crimson lips
**** them till they surrender
And never shall they speak the name
Of unrequited love

I look up into the sky
and make a wish
How long will it last?
How long more do I have to wait?
How many more nights do I have to spend thinking
before I give up on this pointless something?
I look up into the sky
and make a wish
on the star that was long dead
just like that nothing.

Above the mountains
Alone in the clouds
Around you a grey mist shroud

Down the mountains
Live poor peasants
Laughing at them aloud

High above you wear your crown
Finding amusement in others’ frown
Isolated in desire
A fort of thirsty fire
Impregnable or so you thought

Down
           Down
                       Jack fell down
Following his tumble you broke your crown
Can you still laugh
Can you still mock
When you always were
Below their ground

Different yet similar, similar yet different.
You don’t know
exactly how the other thinks but it’s like you knew.
Telepathy? Maybe not.
It’s more like
knowing the person so well that you’re so alike
you think the same way
you walk the same way
yet we are different
and yet we are not.

It’s a friendship to remember, it’s a friendship
forever
I made an oath before
I hope you can recall.
Though it’s okay to forget,
since I’ll be here to remind you.
Since the first day we met,
we have been stuck like glue.

It’s a friendship I’ll never forget,
and one I’ll never regret.
I love you.

I know you love me too.

Words, swelling from the bottom pit of your gut
Curling and swirling like the whispering tendrils of smoke from a doused forest fire
Rising to the chest, pawing through the black tunnel
Getting caught at the back of the throat

It was foolish

Red rising from the east
Red reaching outwards, displaying a gradient of hues
Red, orange, pink, yellow, white
White light casting over the vast lands, causing the surface of the oceans to shimmer like a field of diamonds,
Bouncing off skyscrapers, bringing life to the world
White light so mesmerizing I found myself staring

It was common sense to look no longer than a second or two
Yet, arrogance swelled in my chest
I had eyes only for the Sun
Too long I'd been staring
I hadn't notice when my eyes were hollowed out
As though you scooped them out with a spoon and swallowed them like pudding

Blind as a mole
Cowering under the cover of soil and dirt  
Digging meandering underground mazes to trap and misguide any onlookers
Just a moment of lingering
Just a step closer to the edge
At the very end, standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean
Watching the sunrise

*It was foolish

I picked up a pencil
the familiar woody scent
the tip sharp and blunt
just right.

I took out my sketch pad
the surface of the slightly yellow parchment
smooth and rough
just right.

I held the 2B pencil
(a gift with my name imprinted on it)
focused my mind on the subject
took a small shaky breath
and glided the graphite over paper.

A line was drawn.
It stood out in the middle of the paper
like how the bride stood out to the groom amongst the rest of the women on earth on the wedding day
like how a bloodstain stood out on the walls of a sterile hospital ward
like how I stood out from the crowd
like how you stood out from the crowd.

"Love“: A feeling defined time and time again till no one is quite sure what it really means.

Yet, when you who stood out from the crowd looked at me
just right
I knew right then and there
I am the sketch pad
and you are the pencil
and the line drawn over my chest is not a straight one.
It is a series of ups and downs soaring to the sky and
plunging deep into the ground and repeating that cycle till the last breath escapes my mouth.
It is the pulse I see and feel
the pulse in my blood and in the air
which I will soon define it as “Love“.

Take my hand
Don’t be afraid
Follow my lead
And you’ll always be safe
Keep your eyes on mine
Forget your worries
Read my lips
*On the count of three