Poem: THE PHOENIX

On days we feel like scorched earth, Like corroded rust or trampled dirt, All we have to do is turn our faces, Toward the gentle breeze, And be sprinkled into the four directions, Be swept away by the wind’s tender breath. We are made holy Through this burning, Like a phoenix rising from it ashes To become more powerful Than it ever thought possible. The scorching ...

Poem: Note to Self

Sometimes you mustn't forget who you are. The self within you. The truest of you. Not your mother-self. The harried, headless chicken, Who multitasks and sometimes crumbles under the pies she bakes, Or the many crosses checked on her multicoloured organiser, Organising selves of others except hers, Hiding in the bathroom, Sighing in relief, Brimming with love. Not the wife-self who is too knackered sometimes To ...

Poem: The Silenced Conversation

Note: This is a poetic duet between Desiree and myself. It is supposed to be a “silent conversation” between an imaginary wife and husband. Here, Desiree plays the "wife", and I took on the role of the “husband”. Kindly please switch to desktop or laptop if you're viewing this from your phone.   THE WIFE I’m your wife. Know me. I’m a ...

Poem: The Storm

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The seas rise in rage As emotions explode Dreams are shredded Hopes have been shattered It's hard to disengage   The tides fall and rise As darkness veils and lies Fury swallow whole Humanity unknown Still, the ocean denies answers Tears churn into waves But nothing washes off Only the wreckage  Of hearts and minds Fill the debris at sea The storm builds Inside and outside The storm divides Grief and Hope There will be ...

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