Inspiration

An angel cried tonight,
Innocent tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks,
Little tiny droplets…
Like fine mist…

She cries becuase of sadness in her heart..
Of pain and disappointment..
She cries because i made her cry..

It wasn’t always like this…
There was a time when the Angel smiled…
A radiant brilliant smile..
A smile as warm as the sunshine…

But today, the smile was gone…
in its place, were tears instead..
where once it was radiant…
it became gloomy..

I’m truly sorry…
i really am…
for causing u such pain…
such sorrow…

it hurts me so….
to see the Angel cry…
innocent tears…
that water the earth…

I made an angel cry tonight…

the Angel here…refer to the people that we care about in our everyday
life…. be it our family, our friends, our siblings or acquaintances.
More often than not, we find that we are courteous to others but rude
to our own family members….it is often that case that we hurt that
people that we care about the most. So next time, please think of the
Angel crying, and try not to inflict pain on those you care about.

A restless wanderer
He travels…
Aimlessly, without direction…

Engulfed in his thoughts
of nothingness, of emptiness
Faces passes by, but he doesn’t see them
Everything blurred, nothing existent

He feels he is in transient,
between this world and the next
emotionless, featureless
without comprehension

Somewhere elsewhere
a gentle sobbing
she cries herself to sleep again..
her pillow wet with tears

She wonders why
such injustice and confusion
the pain that she endures
the endless tribulation

As he roams the streets
his senses are nulled
he has no vision, no direction
no purpose, no satisfaction

And yet he is suddenly enraptured
by a magnificient sight
skyscrapers against the night sky
shining in the twilight

Gentle wawves lashes the coast
A salty sea breeze materialises
Gently blowing, gently lulling
a stark contrast to the cityscape ,its surrounding

He hears his name being called
a gentle whiper, beckoning him
coaxing, cajolling, persuading him
like the cyrens of legends of yore

from the water he came
and to the water he returns
slowly, he takes the plunge
he feels warmth as the water engulfs him, swallowing him…

Finally, without worries
Finally, without fear
His heart now calm
His soul at ease…

ever since young, i’ve had an affinity to water….i don’t know why…i
just like being around water…maybe it was due to the fact that i
lived near the sea….i still remember the many hours spent at my
grandfather’s swimming pool when i was much younger, of the time spent
at the naval base’s swimming pool as well…..

Kelvin is a celtic name..which means man from the water, or man who
lives by the river. From the water he came, to the water he will
return….

There was once a little boy..
He lived in a lonely house..
In a little lonely Corner…
On a lonely road…

this little boy..
seldom ventured out of his lonely house..
instead often hiding in the lonely corner..
on his little lonely bed..

but one day…
the little boy decided..
to walk down the lonely road..
through the streets and to a park..

there in the little park..
he saw other children playing around..
laughing gleefully as they ran around..
on the see saw, swing and merry go round…

from outside the fence, the little boy stood
staring into the playground…
seeing boys and girls playing daintilly…
oh how he longed to be a part of them…

and yet when he entered the playground..
no one came to play with him…
he sat one the see saw…alone..
he sat on the swing…alone…

day by day the boy walked to the park
day by day no one played with him
day by day he sat alone…
and he felt even lonelier than before…

he felt like a total stranger…
looking from the outside watching in..
he felt he didn’t belong…
that he wasn’t like or could fit in…

and yet one day, something different happened..
a girl by happenstance, saw the boy alone
she saw his sad face and took pity on him….
and that day…the boy found that he wasn’t alone anymore…

the girl taught him how to play…
on the swing, the slide and the merry go round..
on the see saw she sat with him…
and the boy finally learnt how to smile…

though they spoke different languages initially..
and couldn’t understand each other at the beginning..
day by day their friendship grew….
camarederie and laughter were the order of the day…

but then…something horrible happened…
something that was beyond comprehension…
and suddenly…the girl was no longer there….

and the boy was alone……again….