The Chosen One

Pieces of Paper bearing my name certify my existence
But as I walk down the road won’t they get blown away?

A mistaken identity is what I have lived with all this long
The charred remains of which I have left behind
Belief in the almighty was never my style of song
Now I kneel down and look above at the celestial sky

A carefree presence with no footprints in the sand
Time and again I look at the girl down the lane
A reflection which makes me run away in dismay

O how I yearn for the past of peaches and creams
Will I ever get a new tune that I can sing to the trees?

The void in my vessel is but barely fulfilled by thee
What I need is a new me, for you and me

Chiding you was a lost cause,
It was the devil’s workshop that I had begun
I will have to lift myself from the fire
And not give in to this cruel burning desire

Oh why me, I ask again
But then I feel why not me
I am after all your protégé
I am your conquest
I am The Chosen One

Romancing the devil

Playing with the flames as I walk on hot coals
I am romancing the Devil
I am calling him to me

The creatures of the night flee at his sight
The eerie calm running chills down my spine

I see sparks streaming across the sky
An admonition of sorts that I cannot ignore
I plunge further into the darkness, oh I wonder why
A pain searing through my chest, going to my core

‘Walk on silly child’, I reprimand myself
‘You have no place but here to call home’

A sense of no return drifts through me
I don’t see him but feel him caressing me

I embrace the cold, I embrace the darkness
I embrace its curse in utter duress
I am romancing the Devil
The Devil inside me.

My Malay Tryst

The magical three- Tall, dark, handsome
Got personified by his presence
The day I had my Malay Tryst…


I was immersed in a contemptuous world of my own
Until he woke me to a paradise
A light piercing through the shadows of my past
His calmness soothing my spirit and mind

A glaring voice resonated in my head
“Take my hand and let me free your soul
Let me take you to a place where the flowers are galore
An untamed adventure to the farthest lands
Rise sweet girl, rise above yourself”

I was possessed, like a child running towards the swing
A quest I had etched out on the palm of my hand

I was reaching out to the mystery he exuded
But all I could see was the twinkle in his eyes

A new hope was born, I sprang back to life
I had finally found the yin of my yang
But just as soon as he had come, he vanished
Leaving me pining for the scent of his body

My secret guide,my secret life
With whom my Malay tryst died.