aren't you happy?

you look out of the window
you stare blankly
you arent really sure
not sure why

i don't know why.

a sleepless night

It is so quiet,
it is almost peaceful.

people watch

bangladeshi furiously smsing on the fone
2 middle aged woman hand in hand with ntuc bags on the other hand
couple each holding a young child
old man shuffling and limping slowly
young woman sitting at the playground in a daze

so, what's your story?

one day

every now and then,
the smell of the lilies wheezes.
a bit too strong, yet a bit too evasive.
the rumble of the construction,
breaks the much needed silence.
a bit too rough, and a bit too constant.

searching for that tranquility.