Change...

Some nights I close my eyes and I dream of you.

Though you’re no longer here, I miss you, I do.

Then I wake up and start to feel blue

Because the love we had…it just seemed so true.

Not a day goes by I don’t feel guilty

For straying on you, my love.

Though all I can do is curse God for this cruelty

That you are watching over me from up above.

Alas, I seek your forgiveness this time.

For I have but found a glimmer of the joy we once had.

I beg you free me from my bind and not see this as a crime.

Also, I pray you won’t be sad.

I still remember our little strolls in the park;

Of promises we made to each other.

I’ll cherish our kisses in the dark

 And someday soon, I pray we’ll be together.

For now, I think I’ve fallen for her.

In so many ways, she does remind me of you.

Perhaps now’s not the time to say either,

But this feeling sticks to me like glue.

Everything about her describes a saint.

Her caring nature,

Her loyal stature,

It all seems so quaint.

She makes me want to fill a thousand pages full of rhymes.

To be a poet of romantic lines,

To encase her beauty in time,

With words none too sublime.

She’s different in one way you won’t believe

She makes me want to change for the better and to strive.

Not in a way that would deceive

No, she makes me want to be the man that she deserves in life.

There's This Girl...

Ever since I met her,
Everything just seems so clear.
I'm not talking about love at first sight,
No I can't describe it, but it feels so right.

Nobody wants to feel like they're alone.
She makes me feel like my heart's not stone.
Maybe what I'm saying sounds darn cliché
But I'll still say it anyway.

She keeps running through my head,
And bringing my heart back from the dead.
Her face is always in my mind,
And everything she does is oh so kind.

Nobody wants to feel like they're alone.
She makes me feel like my heart's not stone.
Maybe what I'm saying sounds darn cliché
But I'll still say it anyway.

Everything about her gets me high
Sometimes I find myself asking why
Oh why do I feel so empty
Without her next to me

Then I close my eyes for a while
And it tells me all I need to know.
That our lives may be written in God's own file
But he doesn't know the you I know.

Sing Me A Different Tune.

Everytime, it's the same sickening argument - "Which country has no corruption?".

Seriously, I'll give you this, no country is without corruption, but does that mean it's normal for a country to be corrupted to its core?

Which country has no corruption may very well be your one and only argument, but shouldn't it be the goal instead of the excuse?

Why make corruption the norm and tell everyone who is striving for a change that corruption is everywhere and that that's the way it is. Why not make an effort to form a country without corruption?

Just because corruption is everywhere doesn't mean that the sorry state a certain country is in is justified. It just means its people have not known fair governance, transparent law enforcing, equality on all fronts and their basic human rights for all aforementioned needs.

So, sing me a different tune. You have had the same song playing on replay for the past half a century or so and frankly, I am sick and tired of all the badly written rhymes, disharmonious notes, meaningless lyrics and the blatant sticking to one formula like how singers who write their own songs tend to do.

Look to the east, look to the west, I don't see Singapore telling people that they have to have a certain skin colour to enter their ranks. I don't see England telling the world that the majority of their indigenous ethnicity gets special discounts on buying property or cars. I don't see France telling terrorists to go kidnap their own Frenchmen before they give a damn. I can look to India and see a Chinaman operating his own restaurant there. I look to China and I can see Muslims there living in peace with other Chinese. I look to America and I can see Latin Americans, African Americans, Chinese Americans, even Muslims there living together.

This is 2013. This is a time in our story and not his-story anymore. This is a time when even Barack Obama can be the American president for the second run in office. This is a time when technological advancement takes precedence over petty squabbles like who's brown, black, white, yellow or red. Aren't we all humans? Why should one person be worth so much more than another just because of a skin pigment they were born with?

The time has long passed when Hitler refused to shake hands with Jesse Owens because he was disgusted that an African American could win medals in Germany over their "superior" athletes in 1936. The time has long passed too when two African Americans were booed for raising their hands cladded in black gloves in 1968. Imagine the ignorance of people back then to boo wining athletes for speaking up for basic human rights that we take for granted today. That time has long passed.

It is time for a different tune, a happier song, a simpler rhyme and a more meaningful line.

Silence...

Rain visits on an empty day
As in a coffee shop I sat.
Outside, in a trench coat, she made her way
Along the avenue that rain made wet.

Everyday for the past decade or so,
She'll make her way to this little shop.
At ten thirty in the morning and go,
"Cappuccino please, nothing on top".

The room may have been packed to the door
But when she walks in,
Everyone else melts into the floor.
She's all I see from the chair that I'm in.

We talked once before,
I hope she didn't think I was a bore.
She has lovely brown eyes
And auburn hair that smells oh so nice.

I can tell you all about her actually
But I'd rather not.
You see, she had this fiancé
Who, on her birthday, pretended he forgot.

So, naturally, she got mad.
Started acting all moody and sad.
What she didn't know was that
Her fiancé had had the whole night of their 5 year anniversary set.

He was going to cook dinner for her this turn
Then take her up to their apartment roof to pop the question.
Only, she didn't return
His calls from work or the train station.

He went outside to look for her.
There sitting alone on the park bench across the road,
Draped in work attire,
Was his fiancée and her sadness showed.

This sight pricked his heart and he ran across
He probably should have checked the road first
Because now his headstone bears a cross.
But her broken heart probably feels the worst.

Though, I'll be honest with you, guardian angels do exist.
I know this because I'm watching over her everyday.
Though it's been over a decade now,
Her love for me still remains in every way.

I would love to hug her like I used to
Or even cook for her this turn.
Honey, my deal with God was so I could look after you.
But you could never know, in return.

Trust...

Ever found her incessant whining infuriating?

Perhaps a mannerism or two that gets under your skin?

Or did she just put on weight that you find disgusting?

Surely even all of the above can't be considered a sin,

I know I'm not one to talk,

But it's not always about fancy gifts or flowers.

Maybe when you're first dating and trying to prove you can walk the walk.

Otherwise, it's not the material things she wants but the meaningful hours.

It's the knowing that in your heart

There's a space for her when all else falls.

That you'll keep her safe and warm and offer her a tart,

And that you'll be behind all her calls.

Really though, it might just be me,

But I do love my lady with all my life.

Sure, we sometimes fight, but she does see

That someday, we will be man and wife.

It's not because of her body

Or because she has a well to do family.

Nor is it because of her beauty

Or the fact that she kisses me readily.

No! It's because of how easily it is to be myself around her,

How she accepts me for who I am and my past,

It's how she catches my every tear,

And that is why, dear, I plan to make it last.

What I see in you is not a blinding of lust,

No. I see in your eyes a future that says "happiness is a must".

So say goodbye to a past of dust and rust

For it is with our love that we'll forge a future of trust...

Why...

One day in any girl's life, she will find that one guy who'll be her everything and she'll then ask him - "Why me? You can have any girl you want in the world, why settle for me when there are many more beautiful girls out there"?

Guys, one day in your life, you'll be asked that very question. When you do get asked that question, think carefully before you answer...cause it might just cost you your happiness. But here's a hint though, never answer something you think she wants to hear.

I went down that road and, don't worry, I'll tell you my answer to her question...the day I tell my kids the story of how I met their mother=D

boredom...

being bored at work...actually very probable...