Dreams, Poetry

The Meaning (of life)

White piece

Blank sheet

Empty canvas

waiting to be dirtied

in the name of art;

The theme this week
was “Meaning”;

She wasn’t too sure

what to fill in

this time it was vague

unlike the previous weeks;

Yet maybe it was just what an artist


letting the colors

of her mind flow

without supervision;

Meaning of art?

Meaning of mankind?

Meaning of life?

She wasn’t yet sure

which one speaks

to her in her

palette of pastels;

She wasn’t even sure of

the meaning of her own;

She is an artist

meanings to her

are temporary

and flow like fluid;

Whenever she starts

painting a new piece

a new meaning lives

and dies immediately

when she’s finished;

Face in her hands

Wet hair disheveled

Eye bags sagged;

It’s been 3 days since

and 3 days remaining

to nail this final painting;

The last of her hurdle

the last piece she needs

to join the ranks of prominent artists;

Just one

last painting;

Then she suddenly recalls

her first painting

when she was fifteen;

Her mother’s

face dotted with drops of bittersweet;

It was their first

family trip overseas;

A mother’s guilt towards

her child for not being able to give

her more than what she wishes to give;

Her second painting

was a week after;

both she and her mother

sitting under a blanket of stars

eyes crinkled


It was the best moment

of their entire trip;

Her third painting

was a blend of pastel hues

on a human body

with budding flowers

etched all over it;

It was her first time

in love

and a truly fairy tale feeling;

Her fourth painting

was dusky and grim

a lone figure

in absolute darkness

gated away from civilization;

It was that one time

when she felt most alone

and misunderstood

when her dreams were drowned

and looked down by so many

that even she herself

stopped believing in her own dreams;

Her eyes were dewy

cheeks rounded

an unconscious grin emerged;

She knew

what the meaning of life

was for her;

She raised an arm

and a plethora of colours

poured over the canvas

like how the notion

actualizes in her head;

The meaning of life

lies in people

and dreams;

We make memories

with those who warm our hearts

and make history

with dreams that

set our hearts burning

wild and free.

Love, Poetry

A Chance on Us

Waves crashing

currents gushing from opposites

winds hostile howlings

storms fatal roarings;

This is what

the path of our love

will be;

It won’t be easy

it will be rough




but easy;

It’s like

the skies bestow us

as one

but the earth

tries to

shake us apart;

But I know

we can plough through

raging seas

hike up treacherous cliffs

and one day

finally reach

the utopia of our dreams

as long as we’re in this


Just take my hand

and don’t cave in;

Because I’ll never

give up on our stormy

perilous love

for any other thing

that seems easier

to live with;

I’ll rather take

a chance on you

and me

than go safe

and regret it

for the rest

of my being.


Love, Short stories

Out Of Love


He turned instantly – palms sweating, pulse racing.

Did she see me?

This is going to be awkward

Do I say hi?

Does she still remember me?

Urgh of course she does! What am I thinking?

A dozen of presumptuous thoughts flooding his mind. After all, this woman was the one he wanted to spend his entire life with at a point in time. The thought of seeing her again 4 years later was making him tense and jittery. He wasn’t sure what he was afraid of – or maybe he did.

Long black waves fall along her sides, with round amber eyes that he had always found so beautiful. Her smile was the same – slightly upturned and dimpled at both ends. Her smile was one of the most precious things to him, because she wasn’t the kind of woman who laughed easily. So back then, he would frequently crack crude silly jokes just to let that rare gem surface; he loved making her happy.

She was standing there, chit chatting with a guy – who is very handsome and seems nice. Probably the guy that she was on a date with at the restaurant just a few minutes ago, he saw them and tried to leave as stealthily as he could, he didn’t want her to notice him.

I hope he is good to you.

No, I hope he treats you even better than I do.

He stood there, subsequently and unknowingly admiring her. It was probably about 10 minutes since he stood there, yet it felt like time had paused momentarily for him. He remembered how he used to look at her while she was asleep – she was a late riser – so he would just lay by her side and admire her for awhile before getting out of bed. Moments like that always reminded him of how lucky and blessed he was; he had his best friend and the most amazing woman on Earth beside him.

He was unconsciously grinning to himself, lost in thought among all the beautiful memories he had with her.


An oddly warm familiar voice suddenly struck him. He was so engrossed that he failed to notice that her conversation had ended and she was now staring straight at him.

The hair behind his neck stood, his palms were now clammy and his heart rate was a little over the top.

What happened to the plan of avoiding her!

Trying to be as composed as he can, he suavely blurted out a hi. It certainly got rather awkward and uneasy at the start, with all the courteous starters they were having. But things got smoother in no time, they were smiling and laughing – and she wasn’t one to express joy so effortlessly.

“You know, I’ve always loved that smile of yours. Are you smiling more these days?”      He chuckled.

“Haven’t found anyone who could make me laugh as much like you did,” she grinned.

It was probably a joke, yet it said so much about what they once had. Two people who were genuinely in love with the other from head to toe, from the surface to within. Two people who promised to spend their lives together, until the brutality of reality comes knocking. Two people who once swore to love each other for an eternity – they probably still do.

“Michelle… I just want you to know that I have, and will always love you even though we’re not together anymore. The promise that I once made, will always stay valid.” He finally summed up enough courage to say.

It wasn’t a call for reconciliation, he just wanted to let her know that he will always be there for her if she needs him.

That ever dazzling gem on her face lit up – a smile broader than any he had ever seen- and she gave a slight nod before hugging him.

He pulled her closer, he missed having her so close. Though he knew this would be the last time he will ever have her in his arms.

There are going to be some people or maybe just one person in our lives that no matter how hard we try, we would never be able to fall out of love with.

And for him,

she was that one person.

She will always be in his prayers, her name will always send a tingle down his spine and her smile will always be one of his favourite things in the world. She will always be tucked in a corner of his heart.

You don’t need to be with her forever just to love her forever. You just love her for how long your heart tells you to, and somehow it says forever.

Others, Poetry


(For the children who deserve better)


are a gift;

The pillars

of the world-

now and after;


little bits of


and kindness

to the vileness we live in;


are the strength

of the future

and the statement of the present;

So when

there are children

out working

and not playing;


and not schooling;


but can’t be fed;

and bleeding

for political means;

Then maybe

we ought to take

a proper look

at what wrong we are doing;

for why are we

tragically crushing

the pillars of tomorrow

 with our own

bare hands.

Note: The inspiration for this poem came from reading a few news article about the situation of kids in Syria, it really saddens me to know that many children are in such a dire and perilous state. This isn’t what any child(or anyone) from anywhere should suffer from and they deserve to be given the chance to explore the goodness that the world can offer them instead. I’m not too sure what more I can do to help them, but through my poem, I hope I can bring awareness to more readers out there, who can offer these children their prayers, donations or anything that helps. Hopefully one day, humanity can be more than this.

Love, Poetry

Skin deep

I breathed

“You’re beautiful”

before planting a

kiss on her cheek;


She snickered

shaking her head blatantly

“Don’t kid me”

her eyes speaking to me

in disbelief;

If beauty was to

be seen from beneath

and not skin deep;

Her face would be glowing

a perfect shade

of sunshine gold;

Her features would be

of an angel’s finish;

Her eyes would be

of blooming daisies

since she only sees

the good in things;

Her words would flow

like music keys

soothing and pleasing

for she only speaks

of positivity;

If outsides

were judged from


She will be

the most beautiful

lady I will ever

get to see.

Love, Poetry

First love


sweet love;

everything felt so right

even if

we may have loved

with nothing right;

Getting warm in your arms

you told me

I was your first

and your last;

I thought

this was it

you and I

hand in hand

against the world

forever till the end;

It was facile perfection

I swear;

Ask me

and I’d say

let’s do it again

no regrets

no resent

for this was the kind of love

that was as simple

as love can get.