Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Couple

==== I've just found this old short story I wrote back in 2000, this one is a repost from The Jakarta Post, 1 Jan 2001 ===

"I'm tired." The woman drinks her orange juice slowly. Her voice has no intonation. Her face does not reflect any particular emotion. In every sense she looks like a stone sculpture. Even the man sitting in front of her has difficulty in knowing whether she is breathing or not.

"It's all over. That's all." She was not furious, but the man felt burnt by her words. The smoke that was getting into his eyes was more than the smoke from his cigarette. Unfortunately, he dared not guess what was causing his vision to become clouded. Because,

Sunday, October 25, 2009

On Being a Task Master

the curse of being so high
: ts


you felt silence all around
listened for the slightest sound
hand cupped round your ear
trying desperately to hear

no humming of little tunes
no echo of spoiled fumes
your eyes dim to see the night
looking at the sky for a light

no teasing star sparkling
no more tearing smile coming
your heart filled with grief
striving badly to seek relief

you were loosing the loving arms
you used to comfort yourself with warm
your thoughts was bound, yet still
nothing is around

14 May 2007
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