Fallen Petals

The heart,
is like a flower,
that blooms enchantingly,
Wholly.

I believe that everyone,
has a pure and beautiful heart,
since they were born,
Untainted.

But as we grow older,
the more people we meet,
the harder it is to remain one's originality.
the heart, that is.

Some,
tainted,
pitch dark,
filled with hate.

Some,
dyed,
laced,
with disappointment.

The petals begin to fall.
Piece by piece.
As if one's humanity,
is traded on negative experiences.

How many petals,
does one have?
How many,
till they have all fallen?

I am afraid,
the more people I meet,
the deeper the connection,
the greater the disappointment.

The words,
a speech,
simplicity.
Sufficient.

Perhaps,
I am so full of myself.

But then again,
I learnt that,
blaming myself for the past experiences,
merely make up for the shit the other party creates...

So... Why bother?









And then....
I realised,













The petals have all fallen...

The Subway

I was always sceptical in taking the public transport.

Well... in Malaysia.

Often we hear the usual delays, the many break-downs, the unpredictable traffic.

Worst of all? - The bad conditions of the means of transport.

Nevertheless, 

with an open heart,

the Subway is a wonderful place to meet interesting people.

The Subway proves to be a new experience for a business-man, 

whom was accompanied by two of his children,

heading towards town for a meeting.

He added that this was the first time he actually took the LRT.

As he sat, we arrived at the next station.

In came dozens of people,

eager to reach their respective destinations.

There was this Malay lady, 

holding her child tightly.

The child, snuggled, his hand seeking to touch anything.

As moments passed by, the child began to cry.

I noticed the businessman's face as he sat right beside the lady and her child.

It was not of annoyed nor displeased.

Instead, he was attempting to cheer the baby up.

The baby's mother, grateful, was able to calm her baby.

I looked up to my brother.

We smiled.

No words were needed.

My gaze were about to leave where my brother was standing.

Except, I could not.

It was fixated towards a person,

whom was holding for support at the centre of the carriage.

She was nothing short of breath-taking.

She wore a beige color-ed shirt patterned with flowers,

a jeans that matched her top and her figure.

She has lovely hair which complimented her face, entirely.

She was... beautiful.

I knew that I had to look away, 

for it would be awkward being caught staring.

I did. 

I looked at the sceneries that breezed by.

My mind though, never left her.

Can't helping myself, I glanced at her direction.

Her gaze happened to be towards mine too.

Bashful, I looked away softly.

But seconds later, my eyes lifted towards hers.

Probably thinking the same, she looked away too.

Our eyes met, on a couple of times though.

We did not hold our gazes for too long,

I smiled in embarrassment. Through the corner of my eye,

she did too.

She displays this gentle side,

and that simply,

was mesmerizing.

Good things seldom last,

I was told, & I learnt upon.

Our train arrived at Masjid Jamek's interchange station.

she alighted. 

I can't help but sneak another glance.

She was gone...

Shrouded by the many peopleed.

There's this song, whom was written upon inspiration similar to the situation above, by 

James Blunt - "You're Beautiful" that enters the carriage.

The Subway truly is, an interesting place, inde

"My life is brilliant

My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I'm sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won't lose no sleep on that
'Cause I've got a plan

[Chorus]
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you

Yes, she caught my eye
As we walked on by
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high
And I don't think that I'll see her again
But we shared a moment that will last till the end

You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you

You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
There must be an angel with a smile on her face
When she thought up that I should be with you
But it's time to face the truth
I will never be with you"

Though there are no serious thoughts on finding one so soon,

But I hope that if I do find one,

she would be as gentle as you seem to be,

as kind-hearted your smile would melt one's heart.

Most importantly, we would work hard for a future - together.

= The Girl on the Subway =