The Passerby

The doors weren't locked and bolted,
They weren't wide open either.
But that didn't discourage him.
He opened it a crack, and peeped in.

He chatted with a careless smile
And step by little step, walked in.
Nobody invited or welcomed him,
Before I knew it, it became his home.

He brought a suitcase in one day,
A small chair the next,
Yet he never paid any rent,
Nor did he put it down as his address.

He just stayed on and on,
Flashing a smile when required.
Never a resident, never a tenant,
Yet his things were everywhere.

Then one sunny morning he was gone.
He said not goodbye nor cancelled the lease,
For there was no lease to begin with.
But he left half his things.

No forwarding address for the clothes and slippers
The fruit lay rotting in the kitchen.
He didn't say if he'd be gone a day or more
Or if he was simply gone.

Soon a new tenant came knocking,
Unassuming, undemanding,
He offered rent and signed the deed,
And vacuumed before bringing his things

He gave the slippers and crinkled shirts to me
I suppose he thought they were mine.
I could store them in some shelf somewhere,
But i just took them out with the trash.

Burning Passion

Fire, burning bright
Fire shining, smokey dancing
Fire, glowing in my eyes.

It has me mesmerised
As it reassures me with a cool smile
I drift to it, hesitantly.

With every flap of my wings,
I find myself a little closer
To the flame that moves not
But neither holds still.

And then I start to singe
I'm engulfed in my own ashes
My burning love finds its answer
'I never asked you to come'

The Monkey

It was another chilly morning
My muscles still sore from the day before.
The windows had fogged over
So I cozied up with a blanket in the corner.

But alas! the peace was not to last,
For there came a monkey a-knocking on the glass.
He's sure to be chaos if I let him in,
But as I smile, I know I will.

My Love, Little Bird

The leaves crunched underfoot
As I strolled along,
The orange of leaf
Bright against the blue of sky.

The sound of the soft breeze
Broke by a small squeel.
That is how I found you,
Amid fallen leaves.

I had to bring you home, little bird.
To take care of you awhile,
For you to grow strong of wing
Till it'd be time for you to fly.

But I built you a precious cage,
Kept you for me.
I see you start to grow small
Of spirit and voice.

You are beautiful, little bird.
You are my love, but
It is time to let you go,
Time for you to fly.

I may not see you tomorrow,
Nor never again.
But you will soar high,
For free little birds don't die.

Ghosts

We walked through the barren cold desert
Hand in hand, arms and waists.
We smiled toothily and laughed in grunts,
Giant and stout, all grace lost.

I looked ahead, following sun and sky.
You kept an eye on shadows crawling by.
The shadows grew on crumbs secretly dropped,
All the while, I gazed at the stars above.

Now the ghouls have come to life,
They talk and breathe like You and I.
Now I only have questions in my eyes,
As I see you walk away.

Hand in hand, arms and waists,
With cold dark shadows.

Frozen

As the first blossoms peeped in
Through the half closed windows,
The dew drops sparkled temptingly,
The leaves waltzed with the soft breeze.

So I let go of the warm blankets,
Longing for the warmth of the sun on my face.
I took off the soft slippers and stepped out
To feel the moist grass under my feet.

But the sky was still grey and
The cold breeze stung my cheeks.
My feet were buried in the slush of melting snow.
I stooped over, shivering.

'I must run back inside,' I think,
'Hide myself again in soft, warm feathers.'
But I stand here, frozen.
Waiting for the sun... 

Fall

Once you step off the edge, once you are free-falling, there is nothing you can do but fall. You just spread your arms wide, feel the wind on your face, close your eyes, and enjoy the fall. Letting go can be beautiful... Usually, fear keeps us alive, inhibiting us from getting into dangerous situations. But when you lose all control, fear loses meaning. So here, free-falling from the sky, there is peace and a certain calm. There is just the sound of the beating heart and the wind blowing against the body. You don't know what will happen the next second, but for now you're alive, alive like you've never been before.

I just understood why they say you fall in love.