I can hear someone crying.
Pretty loud surely,
But, its origin is beyond my sight.
Nor its owner is within my vigil.
Deep and doleful, it is.
Wrapped in a patch of gloom;
It sounds so.
And the tears,
Must be brimmed with utmost depth.
It is a cry, relentless and painful.
Indeed is running across
A path of persistence.
Cannot resist even a thousand tons of boulders.
Engulfed me with its touchy depth.
A cry of enchanting melody, it is.
Its depth, not be found among the natives;
In fact, is non-existent.
Every beat by beat in my heart,
It grows deeper;
And lingering, not to mention.
It now remains neither touchy nor depth full
‘Please, do stop!’
No answer for required respond.
It caught me in its sadness.
So firm a grip,
I grew helpless teased by emotion.
My patience running down,
Gazing upon for the owner.
My eyes reached the end of their tether.
But, never did the stranger ever made his appearance.
Before my thirsty vigil.
Traumatized and annoyed, I am.
Desperate and vindictive.
Blowing out little sighs of failure,
For the unknown owner.
A spring of black water
Spread upon my withered heart.
It got heavy with anxiety for unknownness.
Very sore, not to mention.
However, I succeeded.
I found its origin.
The cry has its no native owner.
But, creeping through the cracks
In my melancholy heart.
I heard it reach my ears,
When I am wretched with depression.
So, the owner remains no one
But, I and my heart,
Bleak and barren.
The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;
the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide
And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot
BY: Sara TK
pick up line what is commonly used in people after the introduction of the name?
a little old-fashioned, the kind kedahulu-dahuluan.
sunny weather today
hot weather today
windy weather today
rainy weather today
of the many weather there is only one who is always remembered.
a little old fashioned, but admit that you guys better remember the rain.
I did not tell you all like rain.
read it again.
“Considering the rain”
What makes the rain is always memorable?
the sky became gray.
the sound of water droplets collide with the ground scrambling rise to noise
soil aroma reminds us of where humans came from.
excellent background to think, ponder, and roll back
Yes rain memorable because it brings the memories with him.
like when we were kids, running around half-naked in the rain
without fear of wet, sore, or an animal bite.
like a cup of warm milk tea grandma. taken together in
porch, warming themselves in the cold rain, storytelling.
or like the first time in inter home by the person you
love, both on the bike, laughing as wet.
there is also a story of grief.
when you lose the person you love forever.
then it rains, as if representing cry you hold.
when it rains and back fond memory, but you can not
repeat. because it is already gone, or because hardly afford.
all the more considering the rain.
everyone has memories of rain.
What memories do you have?
if I may know.
I DO NOT OWN THIS PCITURE