"You have reached your destination." The robotic voice of the navigator announces, no joy, no sincerity, no sense of arrival. Another customer has reached their stop - another milestone, another step, another door slammed behind them, never looking back. But after all these years of bringing peop...Read more

Plates of pure simplicity glide silently across the conveyor - an endless stream circling again and again. I eat what's there, nothing to crave. Once taken, I'd gulp it down fish and rice and all a flicker of flavour. Once I don't another brief meal slips past. Honestly, I don't know what I'd make...Read more

The car swerved on a whim. Headlights flashed, blinding both driver and animal. A screech of wheels, a heavy bump, wooshing air, a hollow thump. It could do nothing but drown in a pool of blood and tears. Somewhere out there, another reckless driver prowls. Somewhere out there, another fawn fall...Read more

We finally tied the knot today. Her patience had run thin, though mine had not. The ceremony was quiet— just a quiet farewell to the girl she once was: happy, free, painless. No white dress was needed. She was pale enough from burrowing beneath her weighted blanket, seeking warmth the sun and the...Read more

Happy Friday! Corporate has unclipped the leashes of their dogs. Instead of the morning sun, they chase the dimly-lit clubs with burning liquor to drown in, music to blast the stress away. But neither alcohol nor noise is good for dogs. They will purge it, wrapped in the stench of smoke, sweat and...Read more

Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. Bread and circuses, circuses and bread. The bread is great. Recipes differ, but all leave you rubbing your stomach, smiling giddily— like a pacified toddler. Tastes even better with juggling balls, rings, clubs— so cyclical, yet so impressive. Card tricks, ...Read more

Not the red of gore, Not the blue of the salty seas, Not the black of the death of day… but yellow. No, not the yellow of the rising sun, not the yellow of sunflowers and marigolds, not the yellow of confetti and Lego bricks… more like a fading bruise of broken veins, dried, wilted grass in autum...Read more

If you ever find my footprints, pretend you never did. You can follow them, through the sea of faces through the concrete jungles all the way to my doorstep where the trail ends forever. Because the doorstep is no longer mine. I've stepped on a new path where my footprints don't lead, where their ...Read more

They say for every paper star made, a fallen star is saved. Those diamonds in the velvet sky, they twinkle, knowing someday they'll die. I can't save them all, not at all, not at all. Beneath the ground beneath our feet, even more lie in quiet defeat. I can’t save them all, no matter how small, ...Read more

What hurts the most? Is it my jaw? tight from holding back repressed anger, unspoken words? Is it my shoulders? Slumped beneath the weight of expectations, heavy and vast? Is it my stomach cramping from sucking it in, conforming to unreachable beauty standards? Is it my hands? straining from the...Read more

I guess you can say, that I’m a bad seed. Variegated patterns, speckles and splotches, each an imperfection ingrained, with uneven ripening, the puke-green of fake, internalised beliefs, and the worst of all, the sour aftertaste of what one thought would be sweet. But then again, I grew from the s...Read more

My heart has been broken. Translation: Winter has arrived. I am grateful to have loved you, Translation: Spring and summer composed a symphony, bright and soaring, but I saw the ending long before it came. Translation: but autumn had foreshadowed the end of it all. Our regrets were too hea...Read more

I thought the pain would end in 30 days, yet here I am, standing at the 31st - Working a job labelled a 9-5, as the clock mocks - 5 extra, unpaid Fingers aching from endless typing, sip after sip of caffeine, only for the narcissist, wearing smiles like chains, to grin and take t...Read more

Built like an ox, limbs like redwood, skin like burnished gold, a crescent moon grin. The snapshot for lustful eyes. But I wonder, how the burnished gold has not a scratch from the life that isn't on display, how the crescent moon chases away the crawling shadows of dark, lonely nights, how your...Read more

I stopped by a gumball machine. "Out of Order" it said in bold, in red. No one shakes it, No one demands it to work. They simply walk away. It's strange. When I'm "Out of Order", they still slot in the coins, still turn the crank, expecting something sweet to fall....Read more