Words and Invisible Cords

It looms in a corner The door ajar I wonder what hinders it Must be stones, sand and dust. Polarised dreams Cuddling bears  Cracks and creases to fill Memories to generate. From dust, stones, sand by the door To dust, stones, sand by the beach All the blues ashore Pounded by the waves. The ripples and froth that surface Washes the footprints away People, events come and go But the ocean is there to stay. Note: Originally written on white paper I posted on the cabinet by my bedside. I was about to go on vacation.

Purple seats  Draw a series  Of diagonal lines Parallel yet bidirectional They are empty On a terminal Whose carpeted floor Absorbs the shock Of the world left behind It is quiet Across the thickest glass Tails and heads and bodies move Colors and prints  Long, lofty  They are huge The doors open It is cold  It is warm You are now helpless But surrender is freedom Fasten your seatbelt And enjoy the flight The cabin  Is pressurised. Note: Wrote this while waiting for my flight at Changi Airport 

Empty benches Benches with passengers asleep Waiting for the shifts of time From time to time They toss and rest m any weary members These benches m omentarily hold es caping souls. Flights of comfort Flights of relief Sustain the wind beneath those giant wings Fear    Excitement       Regret.                       On the ground destinations become real Fear. Excitement. Regret. Condense into clear windowglass tear-drops While the engine blasts its final blow Torching the clear, fluid thoughts Into vaporized fumes. Sweet and bitter vapor of escape Pores open to breathe a sigh of relief A burn should you linger  Longer In grief. But a  cold damp of reality arrests the vapors to turn wet and wild Raging currents Every solid form of truth you refused to confront before Once again turn into loose vapors you see  On the other  side of your airplane win...