Airports, Then I think of Changi

Fly me to Paris
Take me where i can feel the high
But before i leave
Satisfy me
Indulge my senses
Flowers of jasmine, rosemary, vanilla
Add that with more
I am whisked away into scent contention

There runs the travellator
Delightful isn't it
When you wheel your heavy 20 pound
Behind you
Beside the business-class travellor who must be
A citizen of station

Don't forget its different today
I know i will leave for good
Its important; check
Passport, boarding pass, visa, check
Okay are you set?

The gate is now open
Ready for passenger boarding
A chiid cries at sudden
Her mother's reprimand adds to embarassment
Mundane events happen everywhere

At the opposite end of the newly completed wing
An old man lifts a mop up from a bucket
Another passerby trots across
The mopped floor
The old man does it all over again

A tiny space of four corners
Tucked a small distance away
Carries the wrong of morality
What could be so wrong?
When it feels so good to have?It happened the last time
Today is different

Someone is watching behind


The following poem is untitled, and was written on May 22 2004 at Mount Faber.

Enter a world of light-
Look into the gold speckled walls.

Left turn and you find a rusty old charm
Of the forgotten clock,

Ascend upwards from while it left
And a dark chamber looms.

Hear the birds of silence.
Greenery forges circulation aplenty.

Open the doors in;
Let the air take you out.

Release the disease of wandering thought,
Then let be all that is serendipity.