Inspired Moments~ Dialogue ~

There was this time I thought I'd fallen for you
But I’m not really sure if its true
Anyway, I just wanted you to know
That I'll be here for you, rain or snow

You were always there to make me feel better
Except this one time but it doesn’t really matter
What matters is that I know you'll be there
When I need someone who cares

So I’m really grateful for a friend like you
Cheering me up when I was blue
Making me laugh when I did frown
And pulling me up when I was down

If you ever feel lonely, if you ever feel blue
Read this poem cause I made it just for you
Cause you're someone special, I knew from the start
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I won't forget the times you helped me get to sleep
Thanks so much. You're really great and very sweet
So take care of yourself and always remember

That our friendship will last always and forever

~Sarah

How sweet yet bitter so
The word "thought" was placed blatantly cold

Anyway, I just wanted you to know

That word love is still confusing so

Of great regret I broke the trust

That you instilled on me to clear your minds' dust

Perhaps it might happen again

But pray I wont be the heartbreaking saint

Even the lord be thankful

For the kind, forgiving soul which is you

Though I’ve let you down

You still see gratefulness as sound

My words now can hardly send you

Thoughts alone jus makes me miss you

Hope this poem I wrote to reply you

Can bring back the songs and times where I can reach you

At least we can still read each others letter!

Every word you send is warm and of splendor!

So fret not my dear, if times distance become as fear

For I will always be here, Sarah’s angel, caring cavalier!

~Vincent

Did you know how your poem made me smile?

Well it made me think of you for awhile

Thought about what you mean to me

Thought about the apple that you still owe me

Wow. You're really talented, really poetic

My poems are well..kinda boring and systematic

However, every word is what I feel inside

Whether you believe me, its up to you to decide

Yeah. I agree. Love is complicated

It either makes you really happy or really frustrated

Nobody can actually figure out

What love is really all about

Please don't say that you've let me down

It's really not as bad as it sounds

I don't blame you in any way

It’s just that I felt really miserable that day

The tears I cried were not in vain

It helped me peel away the pain

So when I need somebody who cares

It heartens me to know you'll be there

~Sarah

Oh my poem made you smile?

My times never been spent more worthwhile

About that apple I’m indebted to thy?

Let’s hope its not still growing in the tree

Flattery flattery, praise shouldn’t be

Words and rhymes come because you inspire the poet in me

Each word a dedication

Forlorn for your affection

That’s the way my poems are written in representation

(Just my feelings in abbreviation)

Love and explanation

Two things that really need conciliation

Splitting of a headache

For those in infatuation

I’m glad to hear you say, you don’t blame me in anyway

But still I’m guilty about that day, where I let you wept away

Just want to let you know

I’m apologetic to this day

Tears shed in bane

Shows you've more strength that’s gained

For a life without any sorrow, is narrow and shallow

So whenever you feel hollow

Remember, you are your own hero

~Vincent

Inspired Moments~ Faraway ~

Faraway in the distance, watching through the glass, my agony.

I see your face.

Your hands, pray I so wish just to hold.

Your joy and happiness I so wish a part to be.

So faraway, the lips I have never kissed.

The warmth of your hands that I have never felt.

So faraway your smile, that was never to me.

The seeming distance which so tears apart.

Breaking my heart.

Your words that pierce so deeply in me.

Your absence so empty make my life be.

Times I've spent lying to myself.

Conversations with you on my own in my mind.

When will you be my valentine?

-Lim Yok Zuan

Inspired Moments~ Fish in a bowl ~

Fish in a bowl to where you'll go, round and round in endless bout.

As humans wondered out to space, "Whats out there? the genies face?"

Amidst the void and times displaced, what is the end of humans' race?

Ask the fish for it knows better, then to question the gaping wonders.

"Wisest art thou who knowest thou dost not know"

-Jostein Gaardner
-In memory of Sophie Amundsen
-Lim Yok Zuan

Special thanks to Averil for inspiration

~FLASHBACKS~ Memory Avenue: Escape to Isles Nostalgia ~Part One

Somewhere,
Touching down at Sri Lanka Airport we were all anxious to step out of the plane to breathe the fresh air after our long 4 hour flight. Outside the plane, our eyes peered at everything there was to see as though expecting an alien world. Alien or not, our minds were further away than our bodies were from home. Looking down to shade our eyes from the glare of the midday sun, we could feel the dryness of the air.

From the customs we headed off, shuttling to a Sri Lankan beach resort where we were supposed to spend the first foreign slumber. I tried to capture as much as I could of the world around me. Smelling the air, noticing the hawkers by the streets, gaping at the wide expanse of the sky.

Tired we were that day, travelers fatigue as so they say. I hadn’t the liveliness to explore the vicinity and we quickly retired to our beds after a short briefing. When we woke up the next morning, we were greeted by the view of numerous little fishing boats drifting in the ocean. Picture perfect as though in a painting, a panorama of tiny paper rafts sifting the sea. So long have I not felt before the earnest to get out of bed to see the world.

Breakfast was served as a buffet, but food wasn’t quite on my mind. Walking along the sands I could see a stretches of fishing villages. The breaking waves shimmering under the glow of the rising sun. We trotted down to the bustling scene of fisherman reeling in their morning catch. There, under the shy gazes of the locals we helped the people pull in their boats to the shore...

The rest of the day was spent in blissful appreciation of paradise on earth. That night we could hardly sleep. So much experiences. And anticipation for what lies ahead for us tomorrow. Flight to South India.

Emerging from the cumulonimbus clouds, greetings by an astonishing landscape of greenery. The plane landed hard on the short tarmac at an dilapidated airport that was about as big as a bus interchange. All around you could see the sky, no tall buildings marred the landscape. Rustication.

To our amusement, tractors were used to move our luggages from the plane. Resourcefulness in a land short of resources. There it was as we stared, this little tractor lugging away at the load. So out of place as it seemed to us. So out of this world we seemed to them. Amidst the curious stares, away from the airport we traveled. To the city of Tiruchirappalli.

Herein lay the spawns of humanity…