The Muruku Murmurations

It has been a while since I did rhyme one. Time to oil those rusty gears. I wished that you would say something Not because you owed me anything Don't pretend to be a sphinx I want to know what you think Is this ship on its way to sinking Or are you on your way sailing Your silence means many things But to me, this means everything. - Swit Marie 1040H 14th February 2018 Bahagia HQ

This piece was inspired by The Greatest Showman's song, ' This Is Me '. I performed this spoken word piece at my first 'featurette' for Malam Sayu Berpuisi . It was the rare opportunity to perform at KLPAC . I sang part of the chorus as the finale of this piece. I tried to use the many different elements that I have learned from the workshops that I attended in 2017. break 1 breɪk verb verb:  break ; 3rd person present:  breaks ; past tense:  broke ; gerund or present participle:  breaking ; past participle:  broken 1. separate into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain. Hello, can you hear me? You are B-b-b-b-b-b-breakin up Eight days, 8 months, 8 years That is a loooooong time to be a p a r t . . . Break my aching heart Into pieces that Rake my fields of joy Break apart like a tree struck by lightning Split in half, burnt to a crisp Collapsed, defeated. Break d o w n Break... My thoughts Break....

I spent most nights of the end of 2017 unable to sleep and pondered about love, fate, chance, uncertainty and how my life could have been different if he had stayed. It is a void when dreams don't come true and the reality I live is truth. This piece was given its title when I contributed this to the Speak City Asia newsletter called 'Tiny Walls'. Take me now on a stroll down memory lane As the sun begins its descend I find you standing there in plain sight Along the horizon of light and shadows where your silhouette is marked In opulent angles The arches of your brow Touches your high cheekbones Lifting your charming smile Deepening those cheeky dimples A carpet along your sleek jawline defining your edges. Your face looks like it has seen much Like the moon that is still visible Pale translucent blue in the afternoon Still present despite the sun already luminating the bright sky Still whistling softly among the swallows that fly Nestled b...

As a part of ' Art For Grabs ' last December 2017, Speak City Asia curated the opening ceremony with ' Poetically C orrect:  Dirty Laundry/Laundry List ' Edition. I am thankful to be a part of the line up and was quite nervous, I faced my fears with the motivation that I had to performed in front of my mother for the first time. She is my endless support and comfort zone. It has been four years since I returned from Russia, I still feel unsettled and somewhat nomadic. I have tried to unpack my suitcase time and time again Season after season Year after year. A part of me yearns to hang pictures on walls Pictures of memories with friends and families Those whom call me: daughter or sister Decadant people with whom I crossed paths with over a decade Sweet delightful meals shared in various rooms as the sun sets. I would like to place knick knacks on the shelves Each tell a story of the phases of my life Every corner turned Every stone I stum...

This piece is a rooted in stories and pictures about 3 memories that are very close to Dhinesha 's heart. It was an exercise from Arielle Cottingham 's workshop held by Spill The Ink . I performed this piece for Georgetown Literary Festival 's closing ceremony, an open  m ic  session curated by the If Walls Could Talk team. The assignment : 1. Share stories based on pictures with our partner 2. Freewrite with those stories in mind 3. Extract 5 favourite lines/parts and piece them together 4. Edit the piece and add in motion to represent the words 5. Present the work in progress with the motions and receive critique . My critique was: 1. Create a constant circular motion through out the performance 2. Pull out expressions from that pool/universe I have created with my circular motion 3. Stretch and express certain words 4. Play with rhythm and sound See see see sea See water See breeze See me Sea The seas par       ...

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...