The Muruku Murmurations

At the end of last year, I was chanced to meet a very special person at a party that I almost didn't make it to as I arrived after everything was over. I met random people while trying to confirm plans and he was one of the people I was introduced to. There was something magnetic about him, maybe it was his demeanour or the way he carried himself. Recently, I had the utmost pleasure of spending some time with him and our conversations sparked some inspiration for me to write this year. In retrospect That night was not an honest mistake In reality That moment was an honest chance In regards That the weeks that followed after were an honest surprise. Rewind to the times when We wanted a moment to be real To be moved by convictions To feel like we found a place to belong We wanted to come back for our nation. Reality hits you in waves When realisation comes and opens your hearts to feel for the generations Realising that we are the hands to mould change That we are t...

It wasn't by chance that we met. I am grateful for meeting such a wonderful person. Since meeting him, we have shared very unique and exciting memories. It's a wonderful start to a beautiful friendship! The day was heated like a barbeque pit Waiting to grill assorted meats I remember walking down that street Slightly nervous, distracted and scatter brained Rushing for a dinner we would all be at I was thrown off when I bumped into people midway I arrived at the bustling rattling lot pacing outside closed shutters Look all around because my eyes couldn't focus My pale face was sweating worries and uncertainty I saw you standing there, waiting Your alluring blue eyes wondering I didn't know if I should smile It's been a while since I spoke to random strangers on the sidewalk I was unsure if I should greet you I decided not to be a creep You had no qualm Laid back and collected I didn't realise who you were Soon a familiar face came up to yo...

This piece is inspired by the lyrics of 'Paint' from 'The Surrogate Friend'  album by Francis Wolf. Happy Birthday to you, Wolf! Thank you for your words of kindness, encouragement and love. This piece is dedicated to you. Colours of you make my day, You take away the gloom of the grey, Paint roses on my cheeks, Every time you start to speak. Paint my life with rainbows, Make my days colourful, Shimmer in the browns of my eyes Every time you be my surprise. With all the things you randomly said, Paint my laughs in fiery red, Your comedy is as good as gold, Every punchline never gets old. I will always be there for you As the sea and skies are blue, You are the yellow in the sunshine rays, Paint my life with your love every day. - SY 19:49H 4th October 2016 Bayu Timor

Relationships are difficult to start, maintain and end. Some times it is better that people have what they have and move on their separate paths after that. This piece is inspired by 'Wake Up Sally' from ' The Surrogate Friend ' album by the one and only Francis Wolf. Good night lil Sally, Glad we enjoyed tonight, Before you know it, You will be gone tomorrow. Sleep lil Sally, Don't talk to me all night, We have done our deeds, I got you smiling just right. Wake up lil Sally, Dawn has come, Dreams have gone, This isn't your bed anymore. C'mon lil Sally, It's time for you to go, You know you can't stay, Don't ask me again tomorrow. Goodbye lil Sally, It's best that we go our own ways, Don't touch me or hold me, You very well know what I will say. Take care lil Sally, I'll quietly miss you, This you will never know, Along with the side of me I will never show. - SY 21:04H 2nd August 20...

Many a times, Love and Lies go hand in hand in a partnership. A lyric inspired piece based on 'Love and Lies' from The Surrogate Friend  album by Francis Wolf. Little lies Told with love, Over and over again, In the same bed we lie. Loving you, In my head, Looking at you again, With lies in your eyes. Look away, Lie with me, Love me long again, Turn your back to stay. And love, And lie again, Lies and loving you, That's just what we do. - SY 11:41 8th July 2016 Pandan Mewah SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids. She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made. She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled. She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

Night lights give us comfort to sleep just as how we go driving through the city streets deep into the wee hours of the morn. This poem is inspired by 'Driving In The Night' from 'The Surrogate Friend' album by Francis Wolf. Well, let's get hyped and fired, Then chill and get wired, Cruising through the city streets, Jamming with the hip hop beats. Tar roads and gravel, All the same as we travel, Arrows and painted lines, Traffic lights and bill board signs. Past the graffiti and kelundings , Savour all the subtle things, Let go driving in the night, Set on park beneath the bright lights. - SY 21:41H 29th April 2016 TMS HQ

NaPoWriMo Challenge Prompt Week 7: Our prompt for Week Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us  all to write atritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line  stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each  stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the  final line. Every hoarder's dream and nightmare are found in their store room. This piece is based on 'My Store Room' from 'The Surrogate Friend' album by Francis Wolf The door was closed, Behind trinkets and memories, What I kept, I thought I needed. My storeroom of memories, A reminder of all I had wanted and needed, Hills of boxes that should be kept closed. Occasionally I took what I needed, Relived those days with my eyes closed, Cherish sweet timeless memories, We all have storerooms of open and closed memories. - SY 03:55H 6th M...