Nostalgia

Someone has deceased 

in the neighbourhood. 

Whether it's an elderly person 

who lived life to the fullest; 

or a middle-aged one 

forced to abandon responsibilities, 

thanks to fate; 

or one still young and full of dreams, 

wishing for a better tomorrow; 

or a child who had not even comprehended

what life is, 

I cannot ascertain. 

I can hear 

the piercing sound of the conch-shell 

and the heavy clang of the wooden beater 

on a metal plate - 

sounds from the funeral procession. 

The mind works non-stop,  

albeit in strange ways. 

Some synapses work in synergy 

and transport me to a time 

when life was easier. 

The piercing sound and 

the metallic clang 

conjure a 15-year old memory - 

one involving my ex-neighbour, 

one filled with the insouciance of childhood, 

one that revolves around our reproduction of funeral sounds. 

An onomatopoeic memory.  

The 10-year old me and  

the 7-year old ex-neighbour 

say hi in my mind's eye, 

galloping around carefree, 

shouting "Cooooo... Ding, ding, ding 

Ding, ding, ding....." 

I smile briefly, 

come back to the present, and 

THEN pray that the departed soul 

rests in peace.  

How inappropriate! 

We Were Friends

On a silent night,
I turn the pages
of Facebook,
looking for familiar characters,
friends I had,
girls I liked.

I break into a smile.
Memories.
My dreams and my actions.
Naivety.
Experience.

I smile.
I sigh.

The people I knew,
they also knew me.
We sang together.
We played together.
We danced together.
We enacted plays
at a wonderful place
(called school).

We were friends.
Were.

Life made us grow apart,
turned us into known strangers.

Still
I smile,
I sigh.

And I close the book,
hoping they smile and sigh too
when they come across my page
in their book.

After all,
we were friends.

Yanni, The mage of music

'The rain must fall' from my eyes,
Taking away my sorrow with it.
I have always been 'Within attaction'
And forever in love.
Like a 'Quiet man'
I have made many 'Whispers in the dark'.

Your music caresses my cells,
Charging them with peace.
The reason for my wanting to shed tears
Listening to your music, is still unknown.

A happy melancholy,
That is the genre of thy music.
Divine, noble, heart-rending are thy musical notes.

Why is it that I depart from this mound of flesh called body,
While touched by the magical notes of your works?
My spirit exults, my soul escapes me
To go 'Dance with a stranger',
Reaching unimaginable heights.

Thy 'One man's dream',
'Swept away' all my weaknesses.
The 'First touch' of thy music
Evokes my 'Nostalgia'.
I'm still a 'Quiet man'.
I'm forever YOUR die-hard fan!!
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT


NOTE: The words within quotes are popular tracks composed by Yanni.