Chapter 1

(This story is just merely a story, which I want to convey about how much honesty can pull the bond of human closer. It got me a special mention in RP write works competition 2008 and I can't feel more happy about tat...Happy reading guys)

Daughter

Her calloused looking hand held out a bowl of rice for me. I can see the purple vein of hers sticking out from her hand as I murmured a word of thanks when I took it from her hand. All those years of toiling for the family had certainly aged my mum. I can see the white streak of white hair tucked safely behind her ears. Her greying hair –once a stunning luxurious black hair, now look dishevelling thin. A look of content spread across her face when I smiled at her. As children, I admit I can't comprehend or fully realize the meaning of my mother's love, how tender and how wise, the patience and forgiveness that are part of every day. The unexpected ''little things'' she does in her own way. Like packing my lunch box for me to bring to school wherever I had remedial in class, waking up in the middle of the night to feed me medicine when I am sick, cheering me up with my big brother’s Republic poly bear when I am feeling sick and cannot go out of my house to play and scolding me like mad when she is actually hurting. Finally at the age of 23 years old, I realized all that. But is it a bit late for me?

Mother

I remembered the time when I first held my daughter in my arm. Her skin was as soft as a flower petal. When her tiny hand grasp at my finger, the feeling of love overwhelmed me liked never before. From that very moment, I knew that this love is unbreakable, unchangeable. It will always be there even if my daughter was to grow old with wrinkles and smiled at me with a toothless grin. For now, I never felt so contented in my life when I heard that she had a fulfilling experience on the first day of her job. There is a hint of softness in her as I watched her peel the shell off the prawn for me. Even though my daughter is now a grown up of 23 years old, there is one thing from her which will always be reverberating through my mind.

It was way back when she was still 11 months old when she was sitting down on the sofa while I was watching some random program on the television.

“Ma....ma...ma...ma...”

I jerked around to my daughter’s sweet sound and realized she is calling me mummy for the first time.

For a split second, I can feel the time stopped for a moment for me to let me indulge in that sweet moment between my daughter and me.

I ran towards her and hugged her deeply into my embracement, sniffing in the very essence of her. Her shampoo smell, her milky smell, the scent of her freshly-scrubbed skin and the smell of baby instant cereal stain on her clothes made my heart squeezed so hard in love.

For that moment, I finally understand how much love can a mum offer their child.

“Mum...mum...” Her voice jerked me back into reality.

“Ah...ya...” I smiled at my daughter in gratitude when she plopped the prawn into my Rice bowl.

“No worry, if you want some more prawns, just put a few onto this empty plate, I will help you to peel off the shell,” She offered, tapping the plate with her chopsticks.

“So, have you found any new catch back in your office?” I asked, raising my eyebrow to her.

“Mum...I just started my first day at work and I do not like having an office romance back in my workplace anyway.” She replied, dunking off her cup of milk.

“It’s finished...I shall go and refill it again,” She stood up and strides toward the kitchen.

For that moment, I feel my own daughter is hiding something from me.

Something unfathomable.

Something deep.

My first poem

I felt my blood boiling angrily in my vein
Running through my vein as fast as
The olympic's runners
Rate
Too fast,
To quick,
Totally not my normal rate.

My finger's nails pressing into my palm,
Making it deep marks on it,
My breath
Inhaling
Exhaling
(like the asthma patient's illness coming back.)

My lips parted angrily
Swearing at you in a
shouting,
screaming,
Yelling
way.

But you just stand there,
As if nothing happen,
when you really know,
What you have done to me.

By pressing your lip hungrily to a girl
which just hapen to be my friend,
Right in front of me,
Holding a valentine present
Which was suppose to be
Yours.
(Dun you know it?)

The sound of my present
Dropping to the ground
Must have bring you two,
Back to reality
when you pull back
Abruptly
And Shocked to find that
It's me standing there
Face turning crismon,
In shock,
In anger.

My so-call frenz wa too,
shocked like you,
Doesn't seem what to do,
As she parted her lip
Slightly like I do.

One foot back,
Next foot back,
Step
Step
You see me
(I see you)
With a flick of my hair
I turn around
Started to run
as fast as I could,
Not seeming to stop,
with your voice echoing
behind me.

I just want to
run
escape
from you
away from the things
which I had jus seen,
That you was after all
kissing my best friend
so passionately that
you couldn't bring
yourself to stop

I just want to erase
the memory
of your hair fumbling
behind her back
holding her so tightly
like you used to hold me too

Her arm around your neck,
pulling you
so deeply to her lip
that I feel like vomitting

And all at once,
When I appearm
you pull back
with a shock look,
that match mine.

And now, here we are,
you look at me,
I look at you
with a cold feeling
you tried to break away the heavy silence,
which air was dreading heavily
in betrayal
you sigh
in a desperate way,
which I know our relationship
is ending
forever gone....

You said that you are sorry
and had since long
want to break up
with me
I feel my heart
break into an
uncountable
pieces,
Ny body hurts
My soul bleeds
profusely

Tears beging to flood my face like a cup left under a
running faucet wall after the rim.
My heart leaping to my throat.
Getting caught,
squeezing
twisting
tearing

My throat now hoarse for just screaming at you
But now to contract around the threaten
to leap out and out of my lips.

My hands sore for just pressing my nail too
deep into my palm
But now to tremble as I reach to brush
tearsdrop
leaving a streak of imprint down my cheeks.

You reach over to me,
And give me a brotherly pat
on my shoulder
telling me that we can
still be pal.
If I want to
I nod,
and in return,
you give me a
brief hug.
But to me,
I found it quite
okay.

Desk

Old Scratches here and there
embedded deeply everywhere
spelling mindless of deeply
boriness
loneliness
of each history of pupil
who had once
sat
at there

Tic-Tac-Toe climbing to the top
with a criss and cross over there
Fucking bastard and whoring bitches
slashing all the way up there
Screaming of
hatred
reveange
and getting back
of each history of pupil who had once sat
at there

Mindless stupid doodles drawing at ther corner
weaving of an artistic destiny
in the distant future
Cartoon of a wizard and a lighting bolt
echoing once of a harry Potter maniac
Once
sat
at
there...

Poems of furry love written at a distance
to the right
whispering of a deeply passionate
lover who once daydreaming
of a him or her

Formulaes of Math and physics ]
neatly hidden in a corner
visible only to the writer
slowly
without knowung that he is
cheating of himself and his bright future

Mindless outdated bands and stars
scribbled of energy and excitement
here and there
telling of a long-time
history
of the table

Observation

Silently, he observed her over his book
Her tinged-painted nail glitters off in the sunlight.
The clanging sound of her high heels echoes around the room
She stopped, her pose in a perfect curve of symmetry
Her eyes, hesitants over the shelves
A lit of recognition flits in her soft topaz eyes
As she bent down to caress the spine of the book
with her piano-looking long fingers.
He showered words of praises on her through
Silence mouthing of his lip

Ring...Ring...Ring

“Hello?”

She sounded,
In that instant,
He silenced.
What he heard was
a male intonation