Her cold breath

Looking around at the still grey,
Once again standing on that spot,
Unable to explain the reason for the cause,
I feel a sense of immense dismay.

A figure stands before me,
The curves fill the light,
Eyes covered by the shadows,
Her lips so red.

Leaping out from the darkness,
Arms wrapping around me,
Like a searing bolt of lighting,
I am star struck.

Lips against mine,
My eyes closed in the sweet sensation,
A dream of honey and wine,
Of a taste so divine.
-She’s a star

There was a sudden crash, people began to get excited, and I turned to see an old lady had fallen at the train door, I rushed forward and for one moment when one man reached there first, I stopped in hesitation.

The bell rang to signal the closing doors, her legs were still outside the train; I rushed to grab one of her arms as the other man helped her with the other. It was over. No one had even moved from their seats, they simply stirred to see what was happening. They did not even bother to help.

My hesitation, hit me deeply as I sat down in a seat, reflecting on that pause. It could have meant the difference between someone being seriously hurt and being saved. Why did I even hesitate? I believe in helping others, and I learnt so many times, that one must not wait for others to help, but help if one can.

Was I afraid of what others might think from my actions? Was that why I hesitated? Yes, my vanity made me pause, when it was something I should not have even thought about what others thought, but rather focusing on aiding the person in need. My vanity flaws my moral of helping without hesitation. Again I feel I failed, despite being able to help that person.

The crowd rushing by,
Standing to see the troubadours,
With their manners and satire,
Caring not of what others thought.

They played for a cause,
Instrumental chaos,
Pleasing the demure crowd,
Ignorant to their true purpose.

A table by the side,
Seated four,
The leaders of a cause,
Charity a noble goal.

Fatally doomed to be ignored,
Efforts flawed by the crowd,
The people see not,
They give not.
-Ignored cause

Rushing into the cool air of the shopping mall, it had been hot and I had been walking with a close female friend for quite a distance in the sun, the welcoming air brought a great relief. We had arrived to a crowd that surrounded a stage of musicians. A Jap rock band, Singaporeans they were, the lead singer could be singled out purely by his shoes, bright shiny leather shoes with pointed tips. Their makeup and hairstyles made them look feminine, accompanied by their petite builds, it made them look androgynous. Even my friend thought one of them was a girl.

They were preparing for the performance, ignoring the looks of the crowd, caring not about letting them wait. Making no gestures whatsoever on when it would start, or even acknowledging the crowd that waited attentively, eagerly. As the minutes went by, my friend and I had already gone from shop to shop, and people from each floor had gathered at the atrium looking down on the band that was about to perform.

Just as we were about to leave, the band began to play, my friend pulled me to see the performance. We were blocked by the endless crowd that surrounded the stage, so we moved to an empty area where we could have full view. To an area where a table was placed. There were signs and a newspaper cutting, and there sat four girls before a table filled with chocolates. And then, I realized the reason for the performance, these girls had brought together the entire event for charity. I felt awed by their effort, four girls who managed to start with an idea and make it into reality. But it hurt me terribly that no one even looked at their table, there was only a tiny donation can, and I looked around if people even donated.

I took out a note and placed it in the tin. It was money for a movie ticket, since I decided that my friend I would go for a run instead, since it allowed her to save her money, and I had no need for the money I had set aside. It would fit a better cause, and at least make the day of these four, and so I smiled, and they quickly offered bags of chocolates which I declined. Of course, they pursued my female friend and gave it to her instead.

It was a worthy cause, these four worked hard, unlike charitable organizations which hoarded money and squandered it for the wrong reasons. These were the few I would gladly donate to. So noble, so grand, yet terribly doomed to waste.

The society we live in, doesn’t appreciate such causes, and most people will not stir to help others. But rather they seem to prefer to be entertained by what happens. In a way, their speech never really went beyond the word “I”

An action without respite,
The words cut down to the core,
Hardened shells crack from the strikes,

The fallen pieces melt away.
Tear drops on the floor stain the way,
Leaving wounds bare.

Forgive his actions,
A penny wish away from bankruptcy,
For he was poor of wisdom.
-Foolish words