An Undaunted City

The city rages on, undaunted by last night's furious rain.

That rain pelted on my windows last night like countless tiny fists begging for sanctuary.

Those fists are tired now, they are pelting lightly on the same window panes, only rapping lightly with weak knuckles.

I nearly opened my window just to let them in and rest.

But that would have meant welcoming the howling wind inside as well.

And the wind was just a haunting menace that wouldn't let me sleep.

So I left half the window open and some grateful drops sprayed in, while the rest tumbled towards the ground and ended their miserable fall.

As I look out at the city, it rages on, nothing is changing on the ground as everything is changing in the sky.

Majulah Singapura! - Haiku (An Attempt)

I cheer silently.
Majulah Singapura!
It's my freedom too.

Desk Job

4.37pm

Eyes ageing.

Head throbbing.

Mouths yawning.

Nuerons dulling.

Phone ringing.

Hello?

Paper rustling.

Stapler stapling.

Pencil tapping.

Mouse clicking.

Ink spilling.

Oops.

Voices fading.

Chair creaking.

Door squealing.

Fan whirring.

Clock ticking.

Sighs.

Boss calling.

Ready?

No.

I'm not answerable

To anyone.

4.39pm

Calm After the Storm

Sometimes things go on and on, one after another, like the effect of a fallen bicycle on the entire bicycle stand, like dominoes. 


Things are loud, moving too much and too fast, bright, and annoying. People are in and out, money flows fast, disappointments and missed appointments are somewhat inevitable.

But the storm passes.You're only handed as much as you can handle, and things will stretch only till you can take it. 

There is comfort in the certainty that this is nature's way.