A month #2

April 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

I couldn’t believe
I still miss you so

Time and pain has pass
But I don’t wish to go

Every word I hesitate
Every move I pause and wait

For you are no longer the same
I can’t expect you to appreciate

So all I said was Bon Voyage.



Meanwhile in Provence,

April 27, 2016 § Leave a comment


This is beautiful

This is transient

– Magic in the Moonlight, 1920


Take away

April 25, 2016 § Leave a comment

Like a spectrum, life has two ends.

To feel the extreme of an end, one has to first sink deeply into the other.

Only when rock bottom is hit then I can began to swim up.

My toes are tingling, I feel close to the end.

When it really ends, can I begin again?



Commuting POTs #6

April 21, 2016 § Leave a comment


While waiting for the boat to come, I sit here and watch the rise of the Sun.

Fire crackers along the stretch of the sea surface, glisten and sparkle.

Myna chirps and pecks deep into its crest. Where are the worms may I suggest?

Here a new day begins, but the past remains.


April 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

Discerning like a humming bird’s tongue, your emotions shall not be shunt.

Matters of the weathered heart and tattered soul,
it can’t be compared to the worldly gold.

When all chains break loose you follow through,
When hate prevails it’s love you choose.

Come what may seem, an uncertain fate.
But worry not, and just have faith.


Rain down on me

April 16, 2016 § Leave a comment

A set of hands embraced me ever so dearly today, so much till I could feel the warmth of the embrace radiating out from my physical being.

It was also the very same set of hands that that created the Earth moon and stars. With the ability of all and ever, chose to reach out to me, and heal me, and proclaim me.

This set of hands wasn’t foreign, for I feel it’s presence around me but I’d never once held both firmly. Maybe just afew fingers, one good days a hand, on bad days I release without a doubt, and never both.

Yet it was the very pair of hands that created me, and saved me, by being hammered unto the cross with the nails of sin and shame, in which He had no contributions of, but His hands along with His being took the sacrifice.

I was truly blind till today, I saw this set of hands with my tears bounded eyes—  holed, pierced, shredded, bleeding in red, in ever amazing grace and mercy and forgiveness.

He held my hands and I grabbed onto both ever so desperately, interlocked, and the key to unlock it— I toss it far and out of sight.

Here in Your presence I am free.


The blue ballerina

April 15, 2016 § Leave a comment


Jubilee; a 35 feet long female sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus) had her fate casted in our local waters on July 2015. Inspite of her tragic demise, she was turned into a national treasure being the first ever of its kind to be sighted in Singapore.

According to the scientists and researchers working on her carcass, she had a deeply wounded back likely to be caused by a propeller slash and resulted in her unfateful death.

The immense size of these cetaceans I always knew and fantasise about, but was never able to quite picture it until now. I was at loss for words just starring up above at her jurassic skeleton on display. Her skull concaved in great volume which encompassed her intelligence, and narrowed down into her upper mandible. The whole cranial anatomy looked like a giant slide where kids could slide down from her head and jump off from her jaw.

To be so upclose, I could almost feel her every vertebrate, those hand like fins fenced out, as she dances effortlessly to the sound of the deep blue, illuminated by the perfect limelight of the gleaming sun shining through the ocean’s surface.

I dream to be her dance partner one day. 


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