pluck thoughts from thin air and serve them on a silver platter
Tag: Singapore
the awkward silence in the air trying to read shallow minds
home for a little while until night steals us
pulled apart at dawn with just strands of light to hold on to
locked in a deep dark embrace with the autumn night
the koel in the darkness as if the night sings to us
the splitting migraine and the half moon who offers no solace
half moon the half dead faces at the bus stop staring into oblivion
blessed be the autumn rain the little ones sing and scream
grey tidings she brings the song of the monsoon etched in our very being
