The girl stepped cautiously along the sidewalk,
while the rain kept knocking on the umbrella top,
as though it was asking her to open the nylon door.

She was being followed wherever she went,
as the knocking seemed to grow intense.
"Fold up your umbrella, and join me for a dance.

Don't let that piece of canopy come between us",
the rain said. "and let it keep you out from fun."
The girl decided to cast aside the umbrella,
removed her shoes, for once, to feel the rain.

The rain caressed between her tress of hair,
kissed her from her forehead to her neck,
and even touched her every skin.

The girl tiptoed on the flooded floors,
and made music with her tapping feet.
She swung her skirt and danced with him,
tossed her hair and did a joyful spin.

The rain had washed off her inhibitions
and made her fall in love with him. Even
if she caught flu, she'd want to do it again.

Building a tiny white room around
it where thousands of white threads abound
The threads began as pure, but gradually compound
into a clutter of entanglements that almost drowned
the little silkworm, that it's feeling confounded
by life experiences that were so profound
But soon enough those threads would unbound
on it, a pair of wings would be found
The sudden ability to fly would make it feel spellbound.

A piece of rock that had lived alone by the sea
laid lazily on the sands and said sighfully,
"I have seen the waves come and go repeatingly,
and i have touched the sands and felt the breeze.
For thirty years i have seen through life's miseries
Everything's a routine, and is as boring as can be."

An echo then came from the vast ocean and replied,
"You have never touched the clouds in the sky;
into the deepest abyss, you have never dived;
you have not met other rocks on the opposite side.
As the waves wash you out, you'll start to find
There's a jewel in your heart, and you shouldn't deny."

Like a can of stale sardines
i lie flat and stranded, denying
to myself that i'm no longer living
but just a piece of dead meat.

I try very hard to imagine
the tin can as a time machine
that returns me to those happy times
when you and i believed in eternity.

Now i'm brought back to the reality
that the meaning of eternity is being
soaked in a pool of sour preservatives.
But I'm sour, not because of the liquid;

I'm sour because you aren't with me.

Two trains on parallel lines
shuttled through the twilight.
Moving in opposite directions
station by station by station.
They took a glance at each other
but hastily moved on like strangers.
Each train was busy on its own track
until midnight when they went back
to their respective depots for a rest.
She is in the east; he is in the west.
Quietly allowing time to pass them by
yearning for the next dawn to arrive.


Copyright, Ronnie Ng, 2011 (www.facebook.com/bolametrics)

The refrigerator stood alone at a corner
where his tears were saved in the freezer.
Strong and sturdy on the outside,
he was cold and heavy on his inside.

In the house lived a woman who stuffed
all kinds of junk food to mess his heart.
She considered him as just an appliance,
walking past him as though he's invisible.

One night she came home crying to herself
She's been terribly hurt, that he could tell.
She walked toward him, and held his hand,
swung it open gently, and took a glance.

Ice cream, chocolates, and cans of beer
For ice, she drew open the top freezer
The fridge wished he could say to her,
"You use my tears to save your tears."


Copyright, Ronnie Ng, 2011 (www.facebook.com/bolametrics)

He wasn't very confident about himself
as he had lost a kite before. The kite was
playful and frolicked with the winds. She
wanted to fly as high as she could to touch
the clouds and reach for the sun. The winds
were too strong for the boy, and he lost his grip.
The kite wandered off and joined the winds;
She was lost in sight, and the boy lost his trust.

This time, the boy tightened the knots to his new
kite and made sure that the string wasn't too long.
He gripped as hard as he could and kept his eyes
on the kite. There weren't many clouds and the winds
weren't too strong this time. He ought to feel safe
this time, but to his surprise, the kite got stuck between
the branches of a tree, and the string got cut off;
He learned that some things just weren't meant to be.

Copyright, Ronnie Ng, 2011 (www.facebook.com/bolametrics)