Buried Longing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing can replace her
Someoneā€¦
Someone
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
But never have the chance.

Papers of memory are
All I have.
Memories of her
Captured in photo.
She is my sister
My eldest sister
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
Whom I long
Deep within my heart.

Living with such memory
Living with such longing
Hoping that the Lord
Will let me see her
One day.

People and relatives
Label me
Identify me
As the sister
Of the three years-old girl
Who died in a car accident.
But my sister is irreplaceable.
She is irreplaceable.
Irreplaceable
In my family’s hearts.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 from 1:17pm to 11:20pm

The movie ‘The Lovely Bones’ triggered my buried longing and moved me to tears. Watching the movie made me think that though my dad didn’t show his grievances, he still thinks of my eldest sister. My dad’s employee bragged that he could drive. So he drove my dad’s car into the house backyard recklessly. My eldest sister was playing at the backyard with my mum. Tragedy occurred as the car crashed onto the cupboard then it pressed hard onto her. Everything happened very fast. My mother was grieved. During her mourning for months then she conceived me and comforted.

No wonder I can’t write eldest sister in my narration during my school days.

Snake & Cat

Silence falls
Here, in corner
Slithering snake
Encircles a cornered cat.
Tighter and tighter
Breathing difficultly
Gasping for air
Tighter and tighter
Cat loses strength to breathe.

A large mouth with
Sharp teeth swallows
The dead cat.
As the cat travels to
The snake’s belly.

Heavy belly.
Snake rests on the ground
And it snores heavily.

A trembled startled man
Returns with
A big baton.
Slashing multitude of heavy blows
Onto the snake’s head.

Cobra vomits out
A huge wet furry creature.
That creature is
The dead cat’s fur
Its fur is wet with
The snake’s saliva.
Cobra is breathless on the floor.


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Inspiration On: Friday, 8 February 2013 at 1:25pm

During my family’s stay in my uncle’s landed house, a middle-size snake entered the kitchen. Nobody believed my mother to see a snake except me. Before I went downstairs, I swiftly called the police. Indeed, a brown scale snake was hiding behind boxes. My sister gave a baton to hit it in case it left the kitchen door. My legs turned to stone. Thank God the snake hid under the fridge. The police arrived and shook their head in disbelief when they couldn’t see it under the fridge. And they suggested to us to wait until the next day. Unwilling to let the police go and for everyone’s safety, I mustered up my courage to pull the fridge though not enough strength. My mother joined me. There was the snake. The police were shocked and captured it.

Next day, I shared it with my colleagues. None of them had such encounter except the boss’ son whose landed house was entered by snake three times. The above inspiration flowed out as I relate of one his encounter with mine.