Rebel Poem

This will be the poetrythat will get me in troubleThis will be the poetrythat will get me cancelledThe Straits Times, Mediacorp will take umbragewith what I have to sayArticles will be written about meOpinions will be voiced by many laymen and womenabout my familymy ethnicitymy voicemy modestythe outrage overthe heresythe atrocitythe hypocrisythe guts and theContinue reading “Rebel Poem”

Hospital Visits

There is nothing you can do,my therapist reminds me, again.Hospital visitsare glorious walksalong tinted viewing walls of life, love and losson displayon white walls and whiter wards.Those who enter for visits oftenscurry outaching for a cigaretteto medicate their troubled thoughts, that humin their heads, that thumpingin their chests. There is nothing I can dobut remindContinue reading “Hospital Visits”

It starts with…

A crushcouplets of lovey-dovey mush:“I can’t stop thinking of you gerl,You, my one and only world” An infatuationseeing you from a distancehiding behind pillars, ensuring my feetlight as a nimble lionbetter to view you from afar without any resistancejotting down every dimple, every description, every deets.Why are there so many “hair as smooth as silkpro” references inContinue reading “It starts with…”

Hospital Visits

There is nothing you can do,my therapist reminds me, again.Hospital visitsare glorious walksalong tinted viewing walls of life, love and losson displayon white walls and whiter wards.Those who enter for visits oftenscurry outaching for a cigaretteto medicate their troubled thoughts, that thumping in their chest. There is nothing I can dobut remind myself, againyear afterContinue reading “Hospital Visits”

Lorry

The day will come when you who have helped to build our nationwill finally get to sit backon cushioned seatstoggle the aircon filter to your likingbuckle down the belta protection you once couldn’t afford a given right that this country has left out for you. The day will come when you can gaze out the windowand laze and never haveContinue reading “Lorry”

Mimosa

You are a lot of easter eggsawaiting to be found.Subtly hidden,in your own self-built spy shacklooking out to the world.Will they notice me?Will they find me beneath this thick layer of mossvines outgrowing their parental roots.A mimosa too shy to open uptoo afraid to be touchevery attempt at connectionends with boots trampling down your heart.And soContinue reading “Mimosa”

There are no walls in Jerusalem

There are no walls hereno division between me and the police besidea temple within a homea mosque within pillars of faithno need to search for God outside There are no thieves hereno shiny sequins worth stealing insidea shoe goes missingblessed the thief that needs it moremay he finds his own place to reside There areContinue reading “There are no walls in Jerusalem”

A lot can happen in a year

A lot can happen in a yearA lot can go wrongPlanes never departPlans never arrivedAnd a planner filled with postponed fulfillments. As I stare downThe great halls of this terminalA towering architectureOf a profits economy can affordEverything seems to be in orderThe AC never felt too coldThe lights never a dull sight. But,A lot canContinue reading “A lot can happen in a year”