The Muruku Murmurations

I was at No Black Tie for  John Dip Silas '  NewSound  live performance featuring Tasha Aleia . I closed my eyes and let the jazzy tunes take me away, allowing  words to flow  with the melody. Let me paint Lazy streaks of purple seeping through the pastel blue Crimson red dancing with blood orange Soft lace of white layering lush rich emerald green Tinge of magenta melting with fuchsia And velvet black speckled with shadows of gray. Close my eyes and touch The shade of mood The stroke of emotion The curves and the way the brushes sway How the canvas sticks to tales Forever binding itself as one. Soaking up every ounce Letting the colours seep deep Lightly indenting its every taste Caress with every touch Feel the texture of grain and thread. Never listen thinking you already know what is happening and listen to the story. Let the story whisper e v e r y s y l l a b l e V-v-v-v-vibrate your ear drums Fill your mind Betwee...

What comes to mind when you think of love? I tried  to do a bit of homework after Melizarani T. Selva 's and Bill Moran 's workshop  (by Spill The Ink ) on the use of repetitions and challenging myself to write a 'love poem' again. Love has got me thinking that life is as precious as loss that lost time is precious that ignorance is not bliss but the absence of knowing life if life looked like something, it would look like the look you have on your face right now. Love has got me thinking about dreams and ambitions when passion meets opposition when exceptions is the limitation when dreams turn into expectation then we get honest reactions. Love has got me thinking Beyond chemical reactions and rash decision when one erection becomes a rash and a rash reaction turns into cash When cash is the transaction for your devotion and value is merely an illusion. Love has Love was Love is Love will be Love can be Rational Irrational Co...

Warmest Deepavali wishes to all who are celebrating and have a splendid time with loved ones. What is Deepavali without some Murukku and what is Murukku without Deepavali. Idhayam kanindha iniya Deepavaali Nalvazhthukkal From the depths of our hearts To the hills covered with lights From kitchens overflowing with aromatic dhal And dishes of different vegetarian delights From the city skies shining bright To our grandparents' houses lighted up tonight Sipping chai and chattering Adorning new sarees and l enghas Sitting down and sharing murukku Having meals together with smiles and ladu Warmest wishes from near and far May the light shine blessings upon you. - Swit Marie 0300H 18 October 2017 Bahagia HQ

After attending a couple of workshops, I wanted to write a piece that incorporated the elements that I have learned and present a 'homework' piece as a tribute to my heroes in poetry. As this month is Mental Health Awareness Month , Breast Cancer Awareness Month and recently Day of The Girl , I had those themes in mind for this piece. Pending is a tribute piece to the late Chester Bennington of Linkin Park , for now, this is what I can muster out in the mean time. Special thanks to Umar Abdul Azizi from Makhluk Seni for the impromptu accompaniment using the 'Seruling'. He is wonderful, honest and the punniest person I have ever met, so eager and hardworking in creating spaces for artist to experiment and collaborate. I am humbled to have him do this performance with me at ' If Walls Could Talk ' Vol. 40 featuring Pooja Nansi and Crinkle Cut. This piece is dedicated to: My mother who has supported me through my battle with Depression and Anxiety M...

This piece was written when I was having one of my post-traumatic episodes and my mind was flooded with fear and anxiety. This is the side of medicine that most of you do not see and what makes or breaks a person. I dedicate this piece to all those in the medical profession who have lost their lives and soul in the line of battle to save someone else's life. For National Doctor's Day tomorrow and Mental Health Awareness Month Mr. ABC is a 45 year old gentleman with underlying co-morbids. Admitted for a coronary related disease because of his non-compliance to his diet of reduced lipids. Erm... Yes... No... I mean I don't know… But… Because... What? The... I… So… So... So What?! FBC, RP, LFT, VBG, Trop-T, FSL, FBS, ABG, Only 10cc! How is that enough?! Take 20cc can’t get, poke the ARTERY! Why so slow? What's wrong with you? That also you don't know? Comments and shouts smack repeated to the back of my head. Smack... smack... smack... smack... smack... sma...

This piece was written during a workshop taught by Melizarani T. Selva , a person who told me that I should be 'workshop-ed' and who better to learn from than the woman herself. She taught me how to write myself into a poem , how to allow people to access me via my poetry but also keeping parts of me that are vulnerable in a safe space. We were given the privilege to use The Violet Flame, Kuala Lumpur where Lupe Parada 's beautiful works were on display. Prompt: In write 14 lines, write about a specific moment in time when you felt the most sincere form of love with this person, be specific about how this person makes you feel and it is a moment that was experienced by you and only you. Describe that moment, expand that moment, use sentences of different lengths. In the midst of winter, 7-ого Января (Sedmova Yanvarya) On 7th of January in the centre of красная площадь (Krasnaya ploshad - Red Square) The people wish, "С днём Рождеством" (S dy...