It doesn’t matter where you are from
We all have faults of our own.
Lend a helping hand when you can
There’s no point kicking someone into a hole.
Writer
It doesn’t matter where you are from
We all have faults of our own.
Lend a helping hand when you can
There’s no point kicking someone into a hole.
When spring comes,
Nights are shorter
Days are longer and warmer.
When spring comes,
It promises life and growth
Along with new hopes.
When spring comes,
Birds chirp, bees buzz
Trees bloom with fresh buds.
The seasons have changed
When spring comes
There’s always merriment
& freshness in the air.

A mighty growl
From the majestic beast
Sent the hyenas
Scurrying into the hills.

Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.

A sneeze, a cough.
Rises panic in the air.
It’s not you,
A certain virus is to be blamed.
He plopped a dollop of cream
In her hot mug of morning coffee
Making it all the more heavenly.

Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
A little red bird
Flew in and sang
Sweet songs of spring.

I lie numb on the chair.
Eyes towards the window on the ceiling wondering, “Who put a window up there?”
Also, being thankful for the wonderful idea.
The clouds were moving unusually fast today.
The weather forecast mentioned that it was going to get windy in the afternoon, and it did.
The dentist and the nurse moved their hands meticulously inside my mouth. I had just one job to do..
I had to lie still with my mouth wide open.
I lay there without flinching, trusting them with their tools inside my mouth.
A swab of cotton goes in, a piercing needle, and a voice above me says, “I am sorry, I know that hurt. Are you okay?”
She must have seen my fingers digging into my thighs. I nod with my mouth wide open and try to relax my hands.
There was an on-going battle inside my mouth while my entire body lay still.
Soon, the drilling and vibrations began.
The dust from the enamel of my tooth blew into the air and onto my face. The nurse wiped my face with a tissue.
A dim light constantly above my head, I lie on the seat with the shades on.
I hear sounds of a girl crying in pain and wonder what treatment she must be going through? I watch nurses walk in and walk out from the corner of my eye.
A faint sound of music in the air from the radio, the songs which played I no longer remember.
A cute guy wearing glasses and headphones sat at the reception area playing games on the Switch, waiting for his wife.
I try to focus on all the things around me so I could take my mind off from the things happening inside my mouth.
A mould of clay goes in, a spray of water, some suction and I feel a bitter tingling sensation on my tongue.
The process repeats and goes on for hours.
Now and then, I hear the dentist say,
“You are a trooper honey.
You are doing good.”
I guess I’m winning the war.
Then again,
There is nothing much for me to do.
As the battle continues,
I lie numb with my mouth open
Looking up at the sky through the window.

PS: The cute guy, my husband *_*