Once In A Distant Memory

I walk down those familiar aisles and take in the familiar smell
Of times and moments past that never will return nor be relived again
Like a distant memory washed away on a lonely shore
Taking the form of a bottle left in the sand – buried and forgotten;

I turn the corner and I can almost see us sitting there giggling
On all those afternoons where we turned obligation into fun
Injecting laughter into boring subjects of dull repetitions
Knowing that at the end of the day we are all in this together;

Yet just as we were about to concretize and come alive again
We vanish at the blink of an eye right before my very eyes
Bringing me back again to the present and to reality
Where what we were stays hidden in the chronicles of time;

Nevertheless I smile at how everything once was
And I’m glad that it all did happen faintly

Once in a distant memory.

(Here is a post dedicated to a special place that I will always remember, a place with memories and good times that I will always cherish. Today I learnt that in life we win some and lose some; tomorrow I will tell you what winning is about.)

Modern Writers These Days

(7 minute challenge, let’s go)

Modern writers these day
Use complex and convoluted words
To express some abstract idea or perspective
As though sophistication is key to intelligent writing;

They throw bombastic words around
And float abstract symbols about in order to
Appear a little more complicated and a little deeper
If you will;

These profound imagery and metaphors
Are not easily deciphered nor understood
And the reader is left scratching his head as though
His simplicity refuses him the ability to read beyond the words;

In fact the loss is not in the inaptitude of the reader:
It is in the symbols not unravelled
And the deeper meaning withheld that is the true loss
More to the writers than the readers;

Writings of false complexity is nothing more than simply
Contrived acts of intellectualism to show the world
That one can use the convolution of language and meaning
To create an impression of depth and mystery;

Let us not lose the art of simplicity,
For the true skills of writing lie in
The simple use of words to convey meaning
Far beyond what confusion in bombastic words may achieve;

Modern writers these days – complexity in simplicity is key.

Now Heaven Walks On Earth

(we do let our imagination have a light workout after dinner sometimes yeah? here’s one for modern day ‘Orsino’ with all due respects. There is only one line reference to Twelfth Night so it really has a limited link; I wouldn’t dare to touch anything that Shakespeare writes, at least not at my present standard of scribbles.)

I used to admire you from afar
Where your beauty mesmerised me to no end
And as I watch you sashay down the middle walkway
I feel as though it’s a moment of ‘now heaven walks on earth’;

I used to imagine how you would sound
Or how you would smell when we talk up close
Almost like a dream whenever I see you around
Yet I never had the courage to direct you a smile;

You had possibly the nicest pair of shoes
Which only is so because of your beautiful legs
Tall as you are your jacket looks great on you
And I sometimes I get lost just looking at you stroll by;

I saw you sitting alone nearby today
With a worried look on your face you appear
A little troubled and a little sad and all I could think of
Was to talk to you and make you smile (even if a little);

I didn’t know where to start or what to say
Boy did i get nervous just thinking of how to begin
And as I walked over I really didn’t think
That for real I just was about to say hello;

(Okay I’m not too sure how I want to proceed from here, because I think modern ‘Orsino’ would be disappointed that his lady on a pedestal just doesn’t quite meet his imagination/expectations. So readers, here’s a challenge: can someone complete this for me? Tell me how it goes, or how it goes wrong and I’ll be most honoured to share it on my blog. Cheers everyone!)


You look so tired – You probably are,
Seeing as you fold your arms on the table and place your face over
To catch a quick nap after a long morning of mathematics
Hoping just to rest a little before the battle continues on;

It is pouring outside on a cold Thursday afternoon:
You can’t leave and so you sit and watch the raindrops fall
And doze off unknowing without noticing
The tender eyes that look upon you across the table;

‘She looks really cute fast asleep,’ he says
With a light sparkle appearing in his eyes,
I guess perhaps someday he’ll tell you he loves you,
But seeing you fast asleep all he can do now is look on and smile;

That to him is enough for the time being,
Knowing he will the first person you see when you awake;

With a smile he’ll greet you
As you stir from your sleep,
Secretly hiding a love in his heart
That never will from you yearn to part.

(It was pretty good fun doing this one; I found it pretty amusing as an observer so I couldn’t help but write about it. If you think this possibly is about you, well it probably is. have a good evening everyone)

An Inch Closer

(5 min challenge let’s go)

The wonders of scoring a goal or winning a point is an experience like no other,
Putting the ball into the back of the net
Or seeing the opponent fail to return the ball
Is something that thrills the very soul and excites the very mind,
Where in so doing we feel
A sense of overwhelming achievement success and confidence;

That is the very same feeling of being on top of the world:
In triumphing over the once seemingly impossible task
Of winning the game or taking the match point,
We alleviate all our worries and lay to rest all our doubts about our own abilities,
And we feel joys above the pains and hardship suffered
In the process leading up to the victory;

A goal or a point can be anything that you set out to do or be:
An academic challenge of (inter)national exams maybe,
Or making that first million and buying that hello Porsche possibly,
Or perhaps winning that medal in the sport which your heart burns passionately for;

You set your eyes on the medal and let the efforts take you through,
Where when the muscles fail the mind takes over,
And ceaselessly towards the podium you work as though that is what life is for,
Taking steps towards the stage by which you will in time show the world your talents;

Constantly remind yourself:
I am a step closer towards my goals,
And all will come to fruition with the whirligig of time;

Well I scored a simple point today,
And I know I am an inch closer to match point.

A Choice of The Finest

(5 minute challenge let’s go)

The offers stream in with a variety of colours and emblems,
Like a smooth flow they come in from all over the world,
Presenting happy dilemmas of Boston Coventry or Exeter,
Pondering over a few weeks what will shape
The new few years and possibly next few decades of our lives;

The offers come with strings attached of three As or two with one B,
Looking at them thinking ‘wow that doesn’t look very hard’,
Or maybe considering ‘hmm can I fulfil the conditionalities?’
But knowing too that it still does hinge upon the results that are to come (and go);

Pretty exciting are the prospects that look us in the eye,
A set of university names and future to come that creates a happy problem for us all,
Leaving us scratching our heads as we sip on our tea thinking of what is to come,
Oh such dilemmas testing our decision-making and tugging at our excitable hearts!

But frankly:
Are we all not secretly (or openly) happy to have such choices placed in front of us?

Happy Graduation

It has gotten quite comfortable,
Yes it sure did take some time but
It has gotten comfortable after awhile;

I don’t profess that everything has been entirely at ease,
Or that it has all been smooth sailing and easy riding,
But the walls and rooms of the J block in some ways will
Always ring a familiar warm note each time it flashes in my mind;

The regular breakfast club table too makes mornings that little bit brighter;

Seeing familiar faces around gives the whole place that feeling
That we are all in this together and we’re here for each other,
Where a simple wave or a casual smile can turn a bad day around,
And a little conversation or chat can make life that little bit better;

We are not necessarily all so sentimental or emotionally attached,
But it is true that what has become familiar and warm to us
Does make parting a little bit harder and a little less desirable,
Where the thought of faces seen daily and smiles caught frequently
Not experienced as much or ever does make life that little bit colder;

A part of our heart stays in places where we’ve grown to love,
Just as how these little corners too in our hearts have taken their places;

Happy graduation one and all,
What lies ahead is for us to explore,
These past moments (I know) with always stay with us,
Where in looking back these memories forever will last.

Team Raffles.