20 December 2005

Joseph Turner, Rain, Steam and Speed.

              Train Ride to Singapore

              The train pulled out slowly
              like a long sigh
              and I saw from my window
              how you stood alone at
              the station platform
              with hands in your pockets –
              you refused to wave
              but smiled a reluctant, sorry
              kind of goodbye.

              Five years ago we skipped
              the bahasa melayu class
              to play chor dai di
              in the dirty, deserted
              alley behind
              Ah Hin’s coffeeshop,
              we talked about girls
              and about all the
              things we’d do
              when we were old enough
              to get a job or into
              university -

              things were so much
              simpler then.
              Now we understand that
              the colour of skin
              opens doors for some
              in this country,
              forever closes them
              for others.
              I’m going south
              alone to chase a dream,
              because I can,
              you can’t,
              for this I’m sorry
              and I really don’t know
              if I’m ever
              coming back.
posted by Gilbert at Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

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December 20, 2005  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

This one's for tscd ... I hope you have a merry little christmas, though you are far from home.

December 20, 2005  
Blogger tscd said...

Thank you.

It's hard, growing up.

December 20, 2005  
Blogger dreamer idiot said...

This poem resonates so well with the current times. I can't help but be struck with a pained, burning desire for things to be different. Many of my generation and younger did not really experience so much of that innocence of friendship and the colour-blindness of camaderie, which has with time and circumstance, been lost and tainted.

Recently, Yasmin of the Sepet controversy had an advertisement for the closely dated celebrations of deepavali and Aidilfitri, depicting a similar theme/story, where two people found each other after years apart, not forgetting but recalling those shared times of childhood... If only, it could be so now...

Yet, I foolishly dream on

December 23, 2005  

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