Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Boat Stolen By Rain

The twin paper boats sailed past,
leaving laughter in their rippled trails,
while I stood, lost in the rain,
drowning, drowning in the memories.

Nameless faces framed her face,
A smile hidden behind the wet hair,
pushed a paper boat, it rose, then drowned,
but not before it reached me.

The rain witnessed our secrets, our sighs.
It washed our tears, it bathed our joy.
Dreams rose and dreams drowned,
but the paper boats kept floating past.

Then her boat sunk in the cruel rain,
I was marooned, she stolen from me.
Time had run her course, the scheming brook.
Memories and rain alike, drowning me.

I Embarrass Myself - Episode One

My favourite pastime is embarassing myself. Anytime, anywhere however I want. Sometimes, history repeats itself. Deja vu is a frequent occasion. I have a gift (a RARE gift, mind you) to embarass myself in the same fashion, in front of the exact same audience. A round of applause each time.

(curtain raises)
scene: my classroom, Basic Electical Engineering hour. Seated in the front row.
The teacher Ms. RR draws a (something that's complicated that I don't remember) on the blackboard. She turns.
RR: How do you solve this?
She briefly scans the audience. No one looks at her. Except yours truly.

RR:(pointing at me) Draw it. (Holds out the chalk)

Me: (gets up. looks confident. Puts one leg out from under the table. The class looks on bored. RR drifted to the furthest corner at the back. I move forward. Correction: try to. I look down at my leg that seems to be ensnared in my bag's strap (big deal). I twist my leg around. Try to move. Twist around a bit more. No luck)

Me: Um..

(The class looks on very interestedly. Sniggers break out. One progresses to a laugh. I keep struggling. A sympathethic soul tries to help)

The Sympathethic Soul: I'll catch this. You pull your leg out, ok?

(RR walks to the front. For someone who usually doesn't show any expression, cracks a smile at my predicament. The class emboldened by this starts laughing. RR waves at me to sit down. My big moment ruined.)

TSS: Twist your leg.
Me: ( dances. Sits. stands. dances again. Frustrated, I try to rip the freaking thing from around my leg. Succeeds at last. By the time which someone else had been woken up to solve the question.)

RR as it turned out wasn't sympathetic.The next question was for me. This time I didn't know the answer.

(curtain falls)

Waiting-for-applause-ingly yours,

What The Thieves Left Behind

The nights still hosted nightmares,
guns and canons punctuating each.
The air hugging me was weighted with tears,
- was that the epilogue of the songs of blood?

The nights wore the mask of silence,
it muffled the cries and strangled screams,
Hades lay in wait beside each bed,
picking lots on his boat's next passenger.

The land wore blood graffiti,
the crimson scared away the shy green,
while the undead sang eulogies,
to the ash, the blood, the ash, the blood.

I walked among that which bore,
no resemblance to that which were Before.
My eyes were no longer awash in brine,
the horrors had stolen even that away.

The unashamed witness, the sun,
scorched away the shadows, the thieves,
when one undisciplined ray struck,
a rogue dew drop sitting on a leaf.

Hope like that which Pandora never felt,
burnt my soul, my heart, the blood within.
My finger caressed that tongue of green,
the dew drop stinging me everywhere.
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