Standing on the tiny balcony of the 20th floor I can smell softeners of a running washing machine Tentalising sizzlers roasted with hot fish sauce Burnt petrol and diesel oil roughing on the road Dcent of lemongrass sprinkled on papaya salad I can see lights bedazzling the skyscrappers Traffic creating rows of fairy lights Flocks of birds queuing up for an early return home Umbrellas popping some corners of dusky streets I can hear the clinking beer mugs of old friends Metrolines rampwalking and criscrossing patiently Car wheels twinning the hassled noise Thunders shining and rhyming every now and then Whispering winds swirling and twirling enough To make me sense the presence of a familiar sight As the city wakes up to yet another rain-soaked night ****
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown