To Be Loved

Discussion changed, from courtship to marriage because everybody found love.  School lives were yesterdays.  She can't make it tonight; she's having a date with her boyfriend.  It was all so natural.  She could only laugh to herself.

She couldn't understand.

Why was it so easy to be head over heels over somebody?

You met, you talked, then you fell in love.  It wasn't complicated at all.  It wasn't complicated, yet the easiest of ways seemed the hardest for her.  

She caught up herself falling and falling for colours so exotic, she would not give up, almost detaching herself from this world which she was familiar with.  But every once in a while, reality came in, challenging her out of her wits.

Where does this lead you?  Inside was desperation and passion at war.  She fought for every impossibilities... for she knew how it felt like to be loved by a Father. 

Yet, life moved on, separating possibilities from the impossibilities.     

Fighting Limelight

What's man without a beer?!  A night without a sip, especially in front of others??  That's just not man enough.  

And, he could elaborate to you on the details.

His rationales were extravagantly the opposites.  Nothing could help him lower his blood pressures, not even those highly-priced tablets from doctors.  Only Guinness did.  He had the scariest record, and he experienced the weirdest miracle.  No one had been as critical as he was.  What had we... even doctors placed me under strict supervision.

What's the fight of the century?  To be man enough to know all?  

The evil stepmother and her mirror were a history. 

Beautiful World

She looked at the pictures, so full of life and warmth.  How wonderful it is to be in the arms of God!  She thought.  People to whom she was detached from, was springing forth with life.  You bless them... of all the people close to her.  To be blessed in the house of the Lord is to serve the Lord.  And I... she left His house.  

She smiled and sighed, how innocently I once believed.  Be it Wendy in Peter Pan, or Alice in Wonderland, she bold them all.  I would climb the tallest beanstalk to the heaven in the sky... all because she believed.  She smiled and sighed.  Her thoughts drifted off to Wonderland, a world of lifeless fantasies.  

Who am I, Lord?  The black sheep bleated to the silence of the night.  Unheard.  

Writing His ABCs

He showed his book from afar, hoping to leave.  "I've done mine," he claimed.

The work was only half-done.  She ordered him to complete his notes.  He obediently returned, wrote a line, and claimed that he had a satisfactory portion of the work done.  

The work was still incomplete.  Again, she forbade him to leave.  And so, he returned to his seat.  Writing, yet more anxious.  Most of his friends had left.  

Finally, she decided to walked over to check on him.  She read the chunks of words scribbled by alphabets in his books.  Oh dear, this poor kid was illiterate.  

His friend came over.  Carefully, the thirteen-year-old pulled his hands to cover.  

Wrong Feelings

She glared at her graduation photos.  Those fake smiles stabbed her heart. 

"Their daughter's a pharmacist.  What can you expect of them?  What is your daughter?  Your daughter's only a teacher." 

These words hurt her.

"Anyone knows that you don't peel off its paper first.  Even I know without reading a recipe...," although said, each words seemed to carve into her.  "Does everyone really know?" her heart insulted and doubted hurtfully.  Her discontent pulled off from her face.

Just as expected, her freedom of expression enraged the other.  "If you're so unhappy, GO!  I don't need your help!"  She was dismissed with a slam on the table. 

She was indeed unhappy and hurt.

"Am I, abnormal?" she wondered, "... or just too normal?"  She was disturbed.

I Surrender

She walked, each pace faster than another, yet she had no idea where she was heading.  To where, was merely buried in silent footsteps.  And, her feet obediently followed.

Fifteen minutes later, from the name of a leader, she bore the name of a loser.  One by one went ahead of her - first a girl, then a woman in her late fifties, then another and another.  She quickened; her muscles actively respired.  

She gasped for more air.  Deeply she inhaled, but the amount of air that reached her lungs were minimal.  Summoning strength, she sucked in more air.  But, Ouch!  She pulled a right hand to pamper her heart.  A needle poked through it.   

Her lungs cried for more air.  

"I can't go on anymore," she stopped herself, still gasping and breathing. 

"I... can't... go... on..." 

A Son's Parents

To a parents' son, 

Your dad loves you truly.  He refuses to eat unless he is rest-assured that you are still around.  He questions your daughter like she buries you alive.  Your absence are telecast as days of famine.  Though he had full-course meals, he reasons that they have starved.  He starves himself and his wife when he knows you will return.  Just so, he can complains about your wife.

He told you to stop, if works were too much for you.  Stay at home, is what he wants of you.  What's better than TV, computer and air-con?  He even secretly slips you big notes when you need some.  

Your mum loves you madly.  She wants to follow wherever you go, except like a chick after her hen.  Like two inseparable sweethearts, she clings on to you.  She can't stand to see you as a man and wife. A stool she will to stand in the way.  She even coughs for your attention.

She was once alert, yet you said she was old and forgetful.  Then, she pretends all she was.  She doesn't recognize your daughter, not in front of you or anyone else, but she can call her by name when there's no one around.  All these have become a routine for her, even if she becomes old, and forgetful.

And your daughter, she loves you deeply.  To you, only a disrespectful grand-daughter she is.