Bus rides to nowhere.

A piped-in soundtrack
disagrees with
the music from my walkman phone
as well as the notes that still
scamper across my mind –
leftovers from
the morning’s practice.

A cacophony that
embraces my thoughts –
of sojourns to nowhere,
forbidden love,
and unfinished homework.


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Faded signs advertise
an internet café
next to a forgotten bistro
and a hawker of memories
in the form of traditional biscuits –

These are yesterday’s
foods for the soul
for different people
alone the same road.


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He liked live recordings
because the music had
more atmosphere, or perhaps
it was the spirit of
performance and communication
that invigorated him.

But she liked studio music
because she didn’t like
his applause
spoiling her soundtrack.


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The creative moments occur
in transit –
the crowded train, empty bus,
or even the barren path
are sources of inspiration.

Perhaps it’s because
these places afford us
a temporary detachment
from the things
we’ve been told to think.