The Muruku Murmurations

This piece is written for those who will be going for HSG's EMERGE camp that started today. Take my word for it, it will be the life changing experience you need go emerge from where you are to glory from glory . Emerge: 1. To move out from something and become visible. 2. To become apparent prominent. 3. To recover or survive a difficult situation. Are we of no value? Uncensored, uncultured, Rude and crude, No respect for the words of the pew. Are we a people of empty space, Differentiation of race, Nothing deeper than the surface. Taking things at our own pace. The fact is, you are running a race, Just run at your own pace, You will emerge champions, Fighting the good fight of faith. Are we... a group that walks aimlessly in life? Feeling like we are just running away, Not knowing the way we should go, So undecided, unable to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’. They say... We are so tempered with the way we feel, Just going with the flow, Conformed to t...

This is written in honour of my Superhero.  Let me tell you a story, One that is very dear to me, It's about a superhero, Okay, here goes. My superhero may seem quite ordinary, Not like someone from all those movies, With the superhero wearing their underwear on the outside, And a sidekick with them at all times. My superhero does everything single handedly, She does everything efficiently and quick, All while seeming so carefree, She doesn't need a sidekick. My superhero may be human, She's had her fair share of hardship even, But she has never once given up, And that is the way she brought me up. My superhero defines the word sacrifice, Because that's what she had to do all her life, But she never once looked for pity, She just continues rescuing her own version of Gotham City. My superhero may not wear a cape, But make no mistake, Without a doubt she is superhuman, My very own mother, my Wonder Woman. - JN 11.40am, 29/10/2015 (Thursd...

It was on call for SY on one side of town, SB and JN had a long day on the other. It was time to call it a night after a days worth of work and of course getting excited over poetry. The week was a buzz because we were about to release our 30 Day letter challenge pieces. SB: Hang in there Aunty Swit, Please don't think in rhyme, Diagnosis in poetry might even be a small crime, I sleep now, okay Jo? To bed you should also go. JN: Good night you two, I shall head to bed too, Hang in there, Aunty Swit, Only a few more hours till you get to go home and sleep. SY: We have caught the P oetricus rhymicus virus, Three cheers to us, New rhymes all this week, Let's push on till we reach our peak, Bon nuit Mon Cheris, We'll swing tonight to the tunes of the 20's. -  Sherjoyen Wobustamy Written at 02:52H on 22nd September 2015 Everywhere

Inspired by a photo taken by a good friend.  Go on pretty girl, get into the water, Let the waves crash into you, and feel yourself sink, It's alright, there is enough ocean to hold you. Go on young heart, hold steady in what you feel, Let the sounds of the waves hitting the sand drown out everything else, Listen to the sound within. Feel that sand between your toes sweetie, Let your heart burst into fragments of emotions that you feel, The ocean can take it, so can the sky. Bury your toes onto that sea shore darling, Stand firm against the adversities you might face, They will pass, but you make sure you're still there when they are gone. It's alright if you get drenched, if water gets into your nose and chokes you, In the end, the tide will recede, there will be a calm, And in the end - there will be you, and you would have made it. So go on, get in the water. What's the worst that could happen? - SB 5.18pm, 14th September 2015 Ghetto...

Today's letter is to Mama Russia. My time with her is where I have seen, learned, grown and become who I am today. Because of that opportunity, I had the privilege to meet people who have enriched my life and experienced countless things that have made me to what you see before you. Дорогая, дорогая Мама Россия, Как у вас дела? по тебе я  скучаю всегда, Я сказала до свидания слишком скоро. Translation: Dear, dear Mama Russia, How are things with you? I miss you always, I said goodbye to soon. [ Dorogaya, dorogaya Mama Rossiya, Kak u vas dela? Po tebye ya skuchayu vsegda , Ya skazala Do svidaniya slishkom skora .] I have known you existed long before I met you, So many talk about you and made you a popular feature, Never did I think I would have the chance to encounter you, Fresh out of school back then, it became real in the very near future. It was spring when I met you about eight years ago, A stranger so foreign beyond what I could ima...

I put off writing this poem because I couldn't take the pressure. I still can't. But I realized he probably would never read it anyway. But then again, he is an all-seeing kind of person so you never know. Here's to the man who gave me many opportunities, opened my eyes to new things and new places, and my mind to so much more than that.  This poem is written in haste, So it might not be very good or to your taste, Your critical point of view is the yardstick & this poem will not reach that bar, Trust me – this is a mediocre piece by far. As I sit here to write this I am already filled with anxiety, Your one judgement outweighs all of society, But because this is a challenge that I must complete, You steely stare in my head I must defeat. I met you three years ago when I was barely a first year, Your first lecture itself had inflicted an appropriate amount of fear, If only we had all known it was part of your social experiment, To separate...

To the Big Guy upstairs, thank you for always finding ways to show me you care. It may not seem like much but, it has gotten me through so much. This one is for you, Without you, I wouldn't have made it through, Even though I don't deserve everything you do for me, You hear my every plea and in your time you answer me. You're always there for me, Even when I am not worthy, You seem to have a knack, For letting me know you always got my back. I will never forget the day I heard that phrase, "I love you and you are mine" you said, Every day I replay that in my head, Because it was the day that I truly felt your grace. As cliche as it may be, You have changed me, And every day in every way, My demons you help me slay. - JN 11.40pm, 26/10/2015 (Monday) Home, Kelana Jaya