We are all racing, racing on the highway To Melaka to Johor, to Wilayah to Selangor Racing north, racing to our freedom Away from the city, away from mammon Racing to our leisure times, racing to a leisured life From where we work in the city, to rest in the country Racing to enjoy ourselves,Continue reading “We are all racing, racing on the highway”
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And I Will Be
Breathe on me And I will be well again Say the word And I will be strong again Look at me And I will be loved again Say my name And I will live again. Rain on me And I will dance again Speak to me And I will sing again Gaze at me AndContinue reading “And I Will Be”
Why do you cross the border every morning?
Why do you cross the border every morning? Is the ringgit not good enough for you Or is the dollar too good to be true. Why do you cross the border every morning The sea is just a piece of blue. Why do you cross the border every morning? Is Malaysia not good enough forContinue reading “Why do you cross the border every morning?”
Senja di lebuhraya
senja di lebuhraya kampung dan ladang di sisih paya kenderaan panjang dan lebar menuju dari selatan ke utara pucuk pohon kelapa sawit membawa rezeki dan buah seringkala terasa pahit tertelan tawaran rahsua sinar matahari terbenam bagai mata kerbau yang ditebuk dalam hati dengan cabang melimpah ke atas bayang pohon yang menyamar di langit menumpah keContinue reading “Senja di lebuhraya”
Six billion to one
Do I have to be six billion To be one Am I better as a manifestation Of someone Else’s thoughts And imagination I’m a shapeshifter Desiring to be constant I am all things To all men // There is no me Or is there? Who am I gonna be? Aren’t I supposed to be me?Continue reading “Six billion to one”
The Sound of Rain
The sound of rain I hear it in my sleep But when I look out the window It’s quiet as the sticks The sound of the monsoon rain Washing all the mud Hot afternoons erased By grey skies over huts The unnatural breeze With its speeding velocity An invisible force With lashing ferocity Saviour ofContinue reading “The Sound of Rain”
Him & Me
Him & Me on Sunday night. Him flower shopping in Raffles City, me waiting for him outside. Looking into my phone, standing at the girlfriend corner. Him & Me on Sunday night. Him eating a half roti at Poulet, me picking at a red velvet from Twelve Cupcakes. Him refillable water, me Dasani bottled water.Continue reading “Him & Me”
second chance
I your cantonese speaking friends from sultan abdul samad basketball and gym and protein shakes and bandar utama and texas nights and late-night dinners at home and leading a conversation they bring back memories of foods of long ago baked salmon and homemade pizza the one you said could be a face mask baby potatoesContinue reading “second chance”
Wan Phing Lim 