The Muruku Murmurations

Mirrors, glass, life... Once broken, CAN be fixed but the effects of what was once shattering events will remain. The only way is to move on and gain a fresh, NEW perspective of things. Shed new light, gain new experiences, write new endings to your future. Change the mirror you see yourself in. Change the glasses of which you see life through. Change the way you look at life and make decisions according to the untap potential that lies within you. The fact is the past exist but it doesn't mean you need to keep the broken pieces. Clean it up, throw it away and exchange it for something better, everybody deserves second chances. Shattered. Battered. Altered. Tampered. Take us down. No one sound. We are bound. To this frown. Taken. Shaken. Forsaken. And mistaken. On your own. Left alone. To be stoned. For your tone. Cannot mend. What was bent. Need to vent. Clear this tent. Never the same, No one to blame, Because it came, Bo...

People sometimes are quick to judge. They tend to make assumptions based on stories they've heard. Starting today, let's all try not to judge people and assume things.  You sit there and judge me, Without even knowing me, We've never spoken or even met, Yet you see me as some kind of threat. You sit there and judge me, And say my experiences shouldn't be bled out into poetry, But when you listen to songs, What do you think those lyrics are based on? So it's ok for you sit there and judge me, But it's not ok for me to write my feelings? I'm sorry but that's crazy, And don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. You sit there and judge my friend, You don't know how much of her heart she had to mend, Her only form of escapism is to write, You don't know all the demons she had to fight. You sit there and judge my friend, Maybe you meant well and that's why you went to that extent, But there is a difference between being c...

I take my maternal grandfather out on a regular basis. He is my only living grandparent left, and ever since I was born, we've been close. When I used to go back to Sitiawan, where my mother is from, my grandfather would take me for ice kacang and laksa by Lumut beach, and now that he lives here in KL, I take him out for artisan ice cream. Times have changed, but the relationship hasn't. So this one is for the baddest #BadassKongKong out there.  She held onto his hand. The other grasping onto the ice cream cone he had bought for her, and she skipped along to his footsteps. She held on tight to his hand, tighter than she did the ice cream cone. Her little 6-year old hand barely fit into his bigger one, and she looked up at him, smiled, and happily continued licking her ice cream. She barely paid attention to where she was going, because she knew that with her hand in his, she’d be safe. He held onto her hand. He grasped on it tightly. Almost like he was afraid o...

Word to the wise: when a person makes you a promise, shake on it instead of use your pinkies.  You made me promise. You made me promise a forever I wasn’t sure was going to be there. The way you had asked me, was almost like a dare. I promised you I’d stick it through, And in the end what did you do? You broke the promise and severed all ties, Too late I realized the promises were all lies. So here is the lesson I learned, It is so much safer to play with fire and get burned. Also that pinky promises are for small children with full hearts, Who would take it seriously & do their part. - SB 12.24am, 22 nd November 2015 Ghetto HQ 

I take pinky promises seriously.  The pinky promises we made, The ones we said we would take to the grave, The ones that we said cannot be broken, The ones that have now been forgotten. It meant so much to me, When you didn't think I was silly, And didn't think I was crazy, For taking pinky promises very seriously. I stuck to all my pinky promises, no matter big or small, But along the way, it lost its importance to you, And when you said, "I don't know what to do," I realized then that to you they meant nothing at all. - JN 5.30pm, 24/11/2015 (Tuesday) Home, Kelana Jaya

This letter is written to one of the many who have supported me during my journey in the Medical Department during my stint in Ampang Hospital. I was only but an 'infant', Two week old, lacking any form of maturity, Barely coping with the department, Unable to run the default mechanism of adaptability. I cried out for help like a babe, You didn't pick me up or hand me a pacifier, You thought maybe I was a mabe, Needed to be cultured so I could be mounted and withstand fire. You made time and sat me down, A turmoil in the midst of a wreckage of thoughts, You dug into my history of when I was out of town, Of my prequel, episodes and many onslaughts. You asked what I would do, Ready to pull the plug on that blinky neon sign, The type of bulbs people would replace and not fix or pursue, To end this journey in healing that wasn't exactly mine. You told me to clear my head and listen, To hear what you had to say, Gave me tissues when my eye...

One of those night of insomnia can some how bring out the rhymes that will turn your mind inside out. With some help from my 'sandman' friend who shall be known as ' Dusty' . Equal credits go to Dusty for this creation. Here is the Sandman working his magic on an insomniac. Some days it gets so cold inside, Her bones ache and and the pain resides, She closes her eyes and thoughts begin to wonder, Where would she disappear to if she could wander. Sandman whispers: Beyond the lands, the clouds call to her. Soft, fluffy and full of wonder. She whispers: Sandman come and drizzle your sand, It has crossed twelve on the hour hand. The Sandman wards off the naughty imps that scamper about, Picking at her mind and messing with her aloud. "What this?" They say... 'How about...?' They wonder, What thoughts may you have on the matter? The more they prick, The more they pry, They discover little tricks, To make this little girl c...