Where is the relief?

Relief;
it is not overwhelming. It doesn't hit you like a wave, sweeping you away with its currents.

Instead what it does, is to sneak up behind you and gently pat your shoulder.
So light, it's easy to overlook its presence.
Sometimes, it hides behind a pillar,
observing, scanning, watching
and finally when you least expects,
it spring out like a jack-in-the-box
and says, "hello"

Tonight, it just doesn't appear,
though it is supposed to.

House (s)

Living in the same white-washed walls,
eating from the same plates during dinner,
and breathing the same heavy-fogged air,
we're shouldn't differ too much.

But it's a pity.
The similarity only ends there,
for after it, we open the doors to the little worlds of our own,
enter. close. and begin,
leading seperate lives.
opening it again only for meals, weekends
and post-school days.

My house houses five houses.
These houses operate on different frequencies.
They have their own language, wavelengths and ideals.
Diversity is great in a country,
not a house.

Sometimes, in fact very often,
misunderstandings do arise,
and when it does,
so begins the silent firing of missiles between houses,
curses, expelatives hurled like comets,
raining down at ferocious speed.

crushing. destroying. down.
it offers satisfaction, but only momentary.
then guilt sinks in, and it stays.

But ultimately,
these houses still belong to one house.

I just wanted to ramble.

my biological alarm clock is all wired up the wrong way round. it's 3 am and surprisingly, i am up. doing the things i hate to do, but i've got to do. the house is dead quiet, everyone's sleeping. i smell the "late night- early dawn" scent. it's haze, i think. then ocassionally a bus drive past the road, otherwise, it's just me and myself.

i like this time of the day, surprisingly again.

i'll let you wreak havoc on my body for another 5 more months, or less.
after it, i'll make you pay back. double the price.

Straying thoughts

It's the time of the month again.
where my thoughts run astray,
far from my grasp or control.
I only find out when i notice it
isn't there.


Someone told me they were at the london bridge last summer.
Last winter, they strayed again to some faroff place.
I never knew.


Sometimes they take 2 weeks,
on most times about a month,
these days, it's unpredictable--
how long they take to arrive.

but alas, they always show up at my doorstep,
tired and stoic.
and i'd take them back,
regardless of the time.