I am a door who has endured
rain, shine, and the hard knocks.
The lock and the key were a couple
who did not get to see each other
when the house owner went to work.
They'd make love to each other whenever
he returned, totally ignoring my presence.
I tried to look indifferent by keeping myself shut,
though sometimes i'd slam myself **** hard.

Today, the owner came back without the key;
he was stranded outside looking worried stiff.
He turned the **** in vain and banged against me.
While i was in pain, the lock was weeping quietly,
anxious about the safety of her beloved missing key.
Without her, the key would be useless and incomplete.
The owner was about to make a call to the locksmith,
but i couldn't gape by the disbelief that she was going
to be assaulted by an alien master key - a serial ******.

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011

A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim.
Eons ago, fishes may have flown;
while birds may have swum.. just
like how i have forgotten the many
things which i had done before...

Loneliness, is the revelry of one person;
Revelry, is the loneliness of many people.
Long ago, the loner had many friends,
while the party-goers used to be loners.
I myself have long forgotten when was
the last time a girl rested on my shoulder.

A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim...

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011

Sweeping away the dust;
memories are but just a dream.
Looking at her eyes in that photo;
in her pupils there lived a loving me.

Stringing up all the past;
dreams come alive like a river.
Flowing through my present body,
the pulses start to feel more than real.

Those years we used to hold our hands;
her body and soul were my entire universe.
Those sweet times have now been gone;
and i have learned to enjoy being alone.

Colors that cannot be touched,
would that be called a rainbow?
Hugs that cannot be seen,
would that be called a wind?
One person thinking of another,
would that be called loneliness?

Time has stolen our intentions,
leaving behind the sorry excuses.
Fate has stolen the possibilities,
leaving behind the regrets. You
came by, and then you were gone,
leaving behind only the starry skies.

That night we gazed into the starry skies,
where we saw a lot of our brilliant dreams.
We thought that happiness was eternal,
like the stars that shone for us above.

Those stars are always remaining silent,
quietly watching the twinkle of my tears.
If you were now living somewhere among
these stars, could you please stretch your
hands out and embrace me...

Leaf... is a pair of wings that cannot fly.
Wings... is a leaf that has fallen on the sky.
Heaven... it could have been a destination.
Now i have forgotten when's the last time
i first started to attempt to fly.

Loneliness... is one person's revelry.
Revelry... is many people's loneliness.
Love... it began from the seeking of company.
But i have forgotten when's the last time
someone ever kept me company.

I eat alone, travel alone, and walk by myself.
i read alone, write alone, and talk to myself.
But where has my heart wandered off to?
Even i myself cannot really tell,
denying that you have really left me for good.

Leaf... is a pair of wings that cannot fly.
Wings... is a leaf that has fallen on the sky.

(c) Ronnie Ng, 2011

Would there be a day when all
four seasons turned into summer?
Would that be the only time when
you believed in the word "forever"?
As you lay your head on my shoulder
I see your eyes close into slumber;
the love from my heart starts to spill over.

On the first summer we spent together,
you asked me if my love would ever waver;
you asked if you wanted to roam the world,
would i choose to be your guardian angel.

On the first summer we spent together,
i told you that my love would never waver;
i told you that we would roam the world,
and i would always be your guardian angel.

You don't need to compare yourself with others;
In my heart you are the most beautiful summer.
Even when the seasons change, i am always here
loving you, embracing you, this summer and forever.

(c) Ronnie Ng, 2011

Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never felt tired.
Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never cried.

The fish stays in water
so you can't see its tears.
The fish swims in quiet
so you can't feel its fears.

You and I are like the fishes;
We put on strong disguises.
But i can feel your fears
and you can see my tears.

You could try to hide
and i could try to deny.
But we know deep inside
lives a fish in silent cries.

Copyright Ronnie Ng, 2011