I spoke aloud, I spoke with an aim,
I spoke and spoke, but all stayed the same,
My voice was not heard, some called it lame,
My voice won’t be heard, it was far from my aim. Continue reading
I spoke aloud, I spoke with an aim,
I spoke and spoke, but all stayed the same,
My voice was not heard, some called it lame,
My voice won’t be heard, it was far from my aim. Continue reading
Being right here, I remember,
Seemed familiar, this corner,
Why was it so, I wonder,
Was then, it made me ponder. Continue reading
It was an unusual morning, the weather was incongruously perfect, the skies were too clear, some white and fluffy clouds were happily roving in front of the otherwise blaring sun and its unbearable heat. The temperature was just right, at least by Malaysian standards.