The Poetry Marathon

Everything happen in a blur

First, I saw a tiger walking towards me, with his buff upper body, strode through that alley

I should have mentioned his face first – it was a fierce and angry looking face

Probably because he was forced to wear ylang flower at between his ear

Three steps before me, he stopped side-way, forwarded the ylang flower at me and went back his way

Of all the acts and gestures he made, I was only attracted at his stealing a glance at me before he showed me his back

As if he’s saying, “I appear like a tiger, but my heart is filled with ylang. So much that I can plucked one from my heart to give it to you…”

She has almost catch up on him a few minutes ago

Before that corner – before reaching a passage linking the KLCC and the LRT

He strode through the crowd like there’s no tomorrow

Making her at her ends, trying to catch up on him

Unlike him, she didn’t possess the same strength he had

Making it tireless for her to fought the crowds marching from the opposite direction

Not far from a second to minutes, she lost him forever once he rode the last train to the future.

I was wide awake under the canopy of trees last year

I did not tell you of the condition

Because I was so tired of the long journey

Finally we stopped for awhile

Fighting my drowsiness, I witness a moon shining admirably through the sky

I remembered I said, “I’m making a wish now!”

“Spare me from those wishes.”

O’ you shocked me by the lake.

But its nothing to compare the sheer panic you cause us for the sake of your hunger.

I knew of a girl who kept moving once every two years,

Somehow she reminded me of him.

They are about the same,

they kept no close friends at the beginning.

Its as if, they intend to disappear at any moment.

As if I was bewitched by past memories,  I confronted her.

“Get a friend!”

A chance upon a man a while back,

The regret shall not commence even if 100 million years have passed,

For all that love had not go wasted in spite of the fact that I have been rejected by him,

That love save me from bad premonition of the future,

That love help me imagined the future between us,

A household where I had children and grand kids,

A new hometown with a big lawn as I had always wish for a city girl.

Every time I remembered us,

I gazed up and was lost in the memories,

when I saw, through our vivid photograph, us cuddle together across the glass panel window,

trying hard to transfer heat because heater had broke down,

over some cookies, hot drink and late night gossip,

and admiring the architecture, design and nature.

O’ how I admired and will always salute your bravery,

for stealing your parents gazebo during delivery,

and installed them at our backyard,

only to find us ———- of mockery and jokes

each time your family all gather together.

That magical night when we were strolling by Feringghi’s beach,

alone with you ———- with little money,

I rant about hunger and tiredness,

you would keep quiet and listen to everything,

and finally fall asleep together

until a foreigner came closer to ask for direction, the very next day’s morning.

The talk of an outlook of someone
Did agitated certain groups
One cannot control how the others want to perceive himself
As gossip existed for the reason of talking bad

Did agitated certain groups
not taken any preventive measures,
the gossip existed for the reason of talking bad
would backlash their future

The certain groups indeed took several preventive measures,
likewise, the talk of an outlook of someone
should have not stand in as a backlash towards anyone’s future
For one cannot control how the others want to perceive or deceive him.

The same rhythm is played from everybody to everybody.

Echoing an end for an early starter.

Demanding a wise man from that of a child.

And then, continuing the trademark tradition,

even though one had promised long ago to raise a dispute over the ordeal,

and the same shall not be followed as customary.

However, all is going into drain, once the offender came into contact.

Before his eyes, a girl is yapping and whining at the barrier he had installed beforehand. It was a barrier he put up to protect his love. Though the love had run away with another wolf. At the moment, his heart had sunken deep into despair. That was when the girl, which is yapping before his eyes, came running, fast approaching him. However, her lust stopped right there, a few steps before him. “Oh love. Don’t deny what you had in store for me,” and she beg him. Her wild behavior, her mischief and her bluntness slowly defeating the army of the barrier. And he thought to himself, “For how many more months should I suffer?“. He admit defeats.

get lost, O’ lost love

get lost for anew love

to be reached and reaching

Its saddening the way he is now.

Only moments ago a flock swept him up in the air.

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A moment in the sky made him forget of the ground below.

He was happy when the stars started tagging him along.

Retweeted him and mentioned him only to seep his diamond bling.

That is when he loses his melody.

So much so as a chirping bird, hitherto.