A silent date

We have a silent agreement:

Same time, same stop,

Four times in a row.

A glance, a stare.

No words but an agreement.

I missed a bus but I met you.

No stunts, just mischievous luck.

Every day, a step closer-

It’s 3 feet and 3 inches

Left between us.

Curious when the toes touch.

A date without words.


Slice of Life Tragedy

An elderly woman, tragically dead.

Her untimely death, a shock to many.

But she, who took her own life,

Fell down eight stories to her demise.


Corpse found her at the break of daylight

Amidst the rush of a Monday morning

Bloodied head lying by the drain

Lifeless body left to be found


Scandal in the quiet neighbourhood

A suicide case was remarkably rare

Crowds gathered to stop and stare

For the police were now there

Dark blue tent to cover the morbid sight,

Forensic officers sent up to the flat.


Yellow tents set up at the void deck

Scarlet incense sticks smoked

While tears were provoked

Upon an altar, a portrait of the departed

A face of a woman looked back;

Too young to die, yet too tired to survive.


A morose young woman sat in black.

Her heart, a storm of emotions;

Remorse, Regret, Repentance…

She had lost her mother.


A funeral yet to come

The guests soon to arrive

A coffin sits peacefully next to the altar

Many a word comes to mind:

Simplicity. Solitude. Suicide.


Within next few hours

Relatives will arrive to mourn her

Silent weeping and bowed heads follow

Respects need to be paid,

Funeral procession to be underway

And a body to cremate.


We lay on the grass in the park, and talked about the constellations and the Milky Way- about how we are such insignificant parts of the universe, and yet how and yet how cosmic our existence is.

Today, I look up at the star-lit sky and think about you.

Do you think about me too?



Ah, it’s almost time

“It’s $19.50”

My last delivery for tonight.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


As expected of tonight,

All the happy faces around me,

Can’t hold back their excitement.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


I can see it from here,

But it’s still too far.

I leave my bike and start to run.

I wonder whether I will be late again.


I am not late this time.

I look around but she is not here.

Foolish of me to expect her to be here.

If only I was not late back then.


Tears start rolling as the fireworks explode into the sky.