135: let love and live

I can live and let live,
but I can't love those who only love love
but refuse to live and love.


20170529 9.10am



I can live and let live,
but I can't love those who only love love
but not those who want to live and love.

2017-04-26 3.56pm

91: la problématique

'problem is,

i get hooked too easily
and am too slow to let go
i somehow get blown away
and lose sight of the ground
i stand at the very edge
and continue to

Wait -- [ pause > edit > play ]

problem is:

i wish you would
pull me up
hold me down
take me

On -- [ stop > rewind > edit > play ]

the problem is

i need you
out of my head.


27/9/13 @2.11am

90: F = for lying

Attention all Pilots
cruising along the clouds
soaring through the sky:

Flick open your headlights

Reassess your coordinates

Switch off that autopilot

And hold on to the wheel.

And
don't
let
Go.

No matter what they say,
No matter what they do,
No matter what happens --

Their wonderful twists and turns
will never be enough.

Your sweet flight of fantasy
will not last forever.

So take off the sleep blinding your eyes,

And take off the smiles binding their lies,

and
land

Safe

and

Sound.

Attention all Pilots,
cruising along the clouds
soaring through the sky:

Flick open your headlights.

Switch off that autopilot.

Hold on to the wheel.

No matter what they say,
No matter what they do,
No matter what happens --
Don't.
Let.
Go.

Your sweet flight
Of fantasy
Will not last forever.

Your wonderful twists
And turns
Will never be enough.

You will eventually have to
Steer yourself back into Reality

(You will eventually have to
Come back down to Earth)

Take off the sleep
blinding your eyes.
Take off the smiles
binding those lies;

And
land

Safe

and

Sound.

67: the sole battle

at the end of the day
these rows of lustrous lots
these groups of vague vendors
these lines of scripted sentences
are operating
like an oasis
in the middle of nowhere;
offering
promises
to care less;
promises
that are careless.

because
as you get closer,
you would soon realise
your eyes wildly looking around to soak in the vision of what you are able to (par)take,
your mouth salivates with the thought of how that sparkling pond water would taste,
your fingers would carelessly reach out to touch, feel, things you have longed for.

all to satisfy
your natural instincts
your worldly desires
your own foolishness.

and yet, you make a run for it.
you run like your life depended on it.
does it?
does our life depend on whether we reach this oasis,
despite knowing that
we are still
lost
and
alone
in a desert?

perhaps we have lost sight of
or lost track of
or have completely removed ourselves of the thought that
there is
an untouched-as-yet lake
up in the virgin mountains
just waiting
for us
to have a swim.

may we all win the battle
against ourselves
when we face a mirage
in the comforting disguise
of an oasis.

may we all reach that lake.

ameen.


why are we killing each other
and ourselves
in a race
to reach an oasis
that is only a mirage?

55: pointblank

What is the point of
having both eyes open when
you choose to be blind?


What is the point of
having a heart and mind when
you keep them confined?

50: hard to heart talk

the words
stuttering out
of this vessel containing every cell of my being
are jumbled, just like
how they are in my head
(scrambled),
as i absentmindedly twirl my fingers
around the tassels of my scarf,
my subconscious obviously trying to untangle
the knots
in my covered hair
and in my guarded heart.

these thoughts
have caused me to be
in shambles. i feel enshackled, so i must
apologise in advance if i bore you to death -- i might just
ramble on about all these things
that i was too afraid to say before;
i need to be cautious,
i remind myself:
the things i say can never ever be unsaid.
but to unfeel the things i have felt
is just as hard to stomach.

and so i have decided
that i have no other choice
but to mouth out what has ruffled my feathers
(not just off-late) --
so that you would understand me better.

do you, now?
or will i forever misunderstand
and forever be misunderstood?

49: monu_ental

the only spaces
we can fill in our lives are
breaks and intervals

1/11/12 3.23am

34: Wasting away

i'm wasting my time
i'm wasting my youth
i'm wasting my sanity
i'm wasting my energy
i'm wasting my strength
i'm wasting my life away

and i'm well aware of all this
but i just don't know how to

STOP

18: In the name of development

On my way to Melawati today,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-beautiful trees, uprooted.

I looked at my mom who was driving
and asked her what had happened to the trees.
She said the roads couldn't accommodate
the number of drivers;
our roads needed to be widened,
it's part of development.

On my way back from Melawati,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-glorious hills, flattened.

I looked at the notice on the zinc wall
and read what had happened to the hills.
It said the lowlands couldn't accommodate
the number of families;
our houses needed to be multiplied,
it's part of development.

"LOOK!"

Mom suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned to see what she had seen;
and saw the off-late stormy skies, clearing.

I looked at the fluffy white clouds
and the evening sun behind it, glowing summery shades.
It made me wonder: how much time
do we have left before
our heavens disappear,
in the name of development?

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