Jalan Ampang

When old memories, creep up
on you like that
and when dust filters
through the light
and the past is
captured.
in a tiny capsule

It follows you back
into the still repose
of sudden silences
and the dogs barking
The hours drawn out
against the day, washed-out
like an overexposed polaroid

The taste feeds back into
the heart;
into an eternal place that
the years passing
cannot touch

And the days are drawn over; a
papery wrapping; tightly spun
around
that unchanging reality
Called memory

Oh! time has flown by
and we've gone
Our separate ways,
scattered and dispersed
along the lines
we have walked;

lost in the distant places
we've dreamt of,
wandered far and wide with
all of our fragile strength

We've been broken and torn
In the sinewy fibers
of the heart,
worn to the bone
in the porcelain
quality
of our frames

But we've been glued back,
healed
and then secreted away
into the treasure trove
...of a tree-trunk.

A child's hideaway - hearts delight
mended, like broken toys, which will come out
to play again; tonight

Travels

What is it about traveling
that makes one
likely to capitulate

to warm fuzzy emotions
that makes everything else
pale in comparison
to the dream tinged moments
you shared together

With people u meet
on your travels?

Kitsch

Kitsch: art, objects, or design considered to be in poor taste because of excessive garishness or sentimentality, but sometimes appreciated in an ironic or knowing way.

recognition
that simple glance
a slight brush
against your skin

and you're reminded
of a time ... not too long ago
when you dreamt
deeply

Design
a fabric pattern; or
deliberate intention
the universe
... and a solitary ant
trudging,
morsel on its back
homeward bound

Hope
and mystery
weave in endless
minutes that meld
one into another;

Repetition and
metamorphosis
borne unto the days
like Siamese twins

Control
Tightrope walking
on an endless road
when will it end?

Sleep
beckons; dreams
to reckon with
it's a new day tomorrow
let me be transformed
in slumber