Felt and Seen

Cry
When did i last cry I can't remember.
But when I want to have a good cry
I found that my tears were dry.
Like a steam of consciousness without its flow
They are there but can't transpire in form.


Rain
Rain, is it passive?
Does it describe a phenomenon called precipitation, a type of weather
Or does it conjure more than droplets falling from the atmosphere?

That day in the cab cruising down Bukit Timah Road
Rain started falling meekly, almost sublimely;
It was contained and surreally peaceful.
Which makes me wonder if i could call it rain.

Rain?

The darkening evening sky was tranquil;
There was no lightning, nor thunder.
Just sturdy droplets dropping from above, as though
they were water broken into parts falling, falling in place
from the sky. It didn't feel like rain, no;
Or is this solitary rain, devoid of background and
Its usual qualities?


Twins
Is he his identical twin
or is he his other half?
Do they share the same destiny
or did their destinies converge
at the time of their birth?

His small frame leaning against his father,
who was all smiles and contentment, he drew
him towards his body. He allowed himself to
be drawn towards him, as if not by will or by
understanding, but that this was just the way it is.

Communicate: they don't talk to each other; they whisper.
He cupped his small hands round his ear,
transferring his thoughts to him; he did the same,
cupping his small hands round his ear, softly replying him.
Was it secretive talk or was it their way of communicating?

So close he is to him, and he him, that their natural bond
is almost palpable. And one wonders - just wondering - what if
one is one half of a twin, would we be as close as they?