The Muruku Murmurations

Taking a break from all the deperessive poetry and trying to be okay and happy, I forced myself to write something fun. I think this came from a random conversation I had in Purgatory with one of my housemates about food. Learning to love is like a Ditto turning to Jell-O in the midst of being moulded by the flavours of endeavours and adventures, fun times perfect for every celebration.  Figuring out preferences of combinations like the dislike of pineapples on pizza, trivial pairing of olives with cheese, and French fries with chocolate sundaes is like finding precious treasures on the journey. The compatibility of milk or cream or ice cream that expresses the taste of coffee, changing the littlest notes of its life adding variants of sounds and tones that make colours more vibrant like the frequencies that vibrate the air. The greatest outcome is built from kneaded layers of buttered encouragements between pastries of principles, folding multiples of gestures and pleasantries in ...

Taking a page of how I go through my process of getting myself through the day especially during bouts of depression. At the time I wrote this, I was going through an unexpected wave of it. It felt like a knockout punch to the face as I was supposed to be happy at the time, having my partner around and being elated but something triggered a memory and I spiralled. Breathless... because we choked on our tears Fears overwhelm like undercurrents that bring us  to a place we don't expect Neurons misfire Miscommunicate causing fingers to tremble like earthquakes A constant reminder That your own body isn't in your control A time frame when all senses escape Reality is misplaced Drowning in sorrow isn't the same as  drowning your sorrows Guilt buried deep in our skin Seeping through subcutaneous regrets and resentment  Dermal disdained memories Visceral feelings of churning discomfort   A whiskey a day to keep the monkeys away Dry djinn spells and eerie absinthe nights dwe...

This is how my mind flows in the wee hours of the morning especially after a day or two of no sleep. In recent months, I binge on Netflix series and watch it till I see the sunrise, then try to get some sleep and hopefully not waste the rest of my day. This one was during the times of binge-watching 'The Good Place' and listening to this Alison Wonderland playlist. I performed this piece at Oral Fixation's second last show in Sceni in 2019. I remember seeing your constellation mapping the journey through each and every fabric of time It's being, the sensations of the logical thinking brief fleeting memories flights of insomnia strike laced with glory and salutations Glorification Instant menial solitude of solitary blacks cascading into chanting reactions and stairs of tumbles and ruffles like wind and carcasses that feel like butterscotch rain and Thundercats pains the Wayne's of destitute seeming in a tad wonder and tranquil burning and lustre silver slivers and ...

In April 2020, If Walls Could Talk had an online poetry show to raise funds for the refugees in Malaysia, we did our monthly tradition of having a round-robin poem this time with all the viewers that night as the show was going on. This was written by  82 contributors from 7 countries.   Though I am not with you, I am... This is a poem about nothing and everything: Though I am not with you, I am painting a tree with my tooth Though I am not with you, I am cackling at all your quarantine memes Though I am not with you, I am sharing the same dream. Though I am not with you, I am Hamlet’s left kidney. Though I am not with you, I am standing in solidarity with the same people Though I am not with you, I am in the stanzas you speak. Though I am not with you, I am right behind you...spooky ;) Though I am not with you, I am within you, snug against your great veins Swirling, swishing. Eager to feel the sun with you Longing to watch your lips move without the buffer Dreaming about you...

Here are the links for the past e-books that Makhluk Seni has compiled through the past three years. The e-books are compilations of songs, poetry and art inspired by prompts that the team came up with for collaborations. PACT: Poetry-Art Collaboration Time! (Ebook + Art Bundle) Ver2 PACT  is an ebook compilation by Makhluk Seni that blends Poetry and Art together. What started as a single tweet with a writing prompt, has led up to this project that melts two art forms together. This ebook comprises of over 100 written pieces, and over 40 illustrations from artists worldwide. Art can truly be made more beautiful with collaborations. PACT Volume 2: Poetry-Art Collaboration Time! This is the second volume of this project, comprising of over  200 written pieces, and over 40 illustrations from artists worldwide . This year, we showcased the artworks and poems in our IMPACT event on 4th and 5th May 2019 in Twenty20Two, Petaling Jaya. And now we’re releasing this ebook so tha...

Sometimes my mind wanders to explore things I should or shouldn't, would or wouldn't, could or couldn't. This one is pretty straight forward and doesn't need a caption. Silk, satin Lingerie, lace Skintight lyra Indentations in all the right places. Curvature Curvaceous creatures Firm formations Arches of suggestion Sensual extensions. Beauty marks Floral scents Feminine pressure Burlesque music Heavy tension. Moisture, mist Missed chances Mysterious misdemenours Myriad of dances Mindful adventures. Ignited excitement Sharing of emotions Exchanging of souls Flowing of expression Giving of one another. - Swit Marie 2355H 11th July 2019 TMM HQ

I was in a long-distance relationship with someone I met during my trip to Australia. It was a fulfilling partnership and the longing was true and deep. There was a sense of emptiness alongside how fulfilling the relationship was. I was very comfortable with being single, not wanting long-term relationships but we both made the exception. At this point after a year, things have been more strained and with the pandemic, it was uncertain of when we would be able to see each other but I was never uncertain with where I stood and hoped for. Wishful thinking has always landed me in displeased situations, I am an optimistic realist but that was not enough. The last time I truly felt like this was when I was in a long-distance relationship back in Russia. History does repeat itself if we do not learn from them and change. I just hope that I don't fall back to the same extremes and finally find some sense of balance in this new decade. As I fall asleep, I clasp my hands with each other, ju...