table of elements and wedding vows

Marriage. Marriage is a pair of destined hands
clap not, cannot, without the other one—
no song needed to taste one’s tears;
no spice to smell one’s burning sun.

Marriage. Marriage is all the sonnets
William Shakespeare (welcomed and
farewelled in Church of the Holy Trinity,
just for your information for marriage
will not make sense, sometimes)
has written, and the tragedies the
Intellectuals have dissected and adored
‘fore the beginning of Gutenberg’s time.

Well. Love. Love can make one mad
and blind and write, usually all at the
same time, until it births its favorite son—
marriage where poems are etched
at the back of their hands, memorised
by heart like the Table of Elements
during your dreaded Chemistry class.

Marriage. Marriage is a pair of destined hands
clap not, cannot, without the other one;
can be clenched fists for a while
tangled fingers most of the time,
until one’s breath is done,
until one’s breath is done.

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For NaPoWriMo 2020: Day Five

WRITING 201: To the Holder of my life’s map

I know you since I’m three or two

You know life’s hell that I’ve been through

Up, down, and up again

Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain

Surrender, that’s what I did

As I sink in the sea of grief

My dream is dead, I said to self

As I smell my failure’s stench

I let go, and let You lead

As my hope slowly fall asleep

At my lowest, you came finally

I touch the sky, on bended knee


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Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong

In response to Writing 201 Day 5 assignment:

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

Maps tell stories — about places we know and others we wish to visit, about technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.

Whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you, make today’s poem about a space you inhabit (or wish to. Or would rather avoid).

After I read the assignment for today, I dig into my brain to look for inspiration.

I usually listen to music while I give the assignment some thoughts. “What kind of map should I include? To whom or to what should I write an ode for?”

Then it hit me. Words just flow through me as I compose this post while listening to the song that I embed.

It felt surreal to translate into words an ode to HIM who holds my map.

It felt right to give him back the honour He deserves.

It felt good to look back how HE picked me up when I am at my life’s lowest.

Yes, this is for HIM. To HIM who holds my map.