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Haiku Wednesday: Seven Horses Seem to Be on the Mark

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Malady comes to pass,
Darkness at bay,
Be strong as I pray thee well.

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Title inspiration from The Doors – Love Her Madly.

Heard this song on Business FM. Reminded me of Melaka during my teen, as the family having the usual night drive on a very warm night.

The cassette player (it’s the 90’s) seemed to play this track each time (by Jim Morrison providence!) as we reached the Portuguese community somewhere around Tanjung Kling.

Portuguese connection reminds me of Sue, and her late grandfather, Ian.

And then, it reminds me of her dad.

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Sue, I pray for your dad’s health (and yourself too).

I know you won’t answer any of my call (text or e-mail) anymore.

This is my last reply. I will not contact you any longer. The past is no longer relevant for me now as I’m already focusing on the horrible present and uncertain future.

I guess, this ‘proxy’ is suffice.

Be strong.

Yes, it’s horrible. It’s uncertain.

But be strong.

Written by cthulhu

December 23, 2009 at 3:03 am

Protected: Lest You Forget (15th Jan 2007)

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January 24, 2009 at 4:47 am

And I have honoured your request for silence…

…and you’ve washed your hands clean of this.

Written by cthulhu

December 27, 2007 at 6:07 pm

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Plethora of Oxymora

7 Oct 2007, 06:15pm, BTS
I’m not saying it’s my fault, but I didn’t point my finger at anyone else either.

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I was drenched, tired, famish and dehydrated. Wasted hours on travelling time to and fro, broke fast on a crowded public transport, spent hours again on the road — only to have this memento scribbled on a piece of paper, somewhere in my wallet.

Only to notice that she returned back to the rendezvous point as I turned back home.

I failed to cherish the memory, you say?

This is a part of the memory.

I still keeping a log on my private journal.

But not since October.

A wasted effort.

Written by cthulhu

December 17, 2007 at 4:46 pm