Wax-Based Ailerons

They say that the riverbed is the birthplace
of civilisation; (oh, how far we’ve come).
Unchanging the sun bids farewell as our pupils dilate further,
we look upwards stuck in shoeboxes
and other temporal shelters in the bosom of the desert.

Knowledge of Aquila and Heracles herald of obsession; oh
indeed, so far we’ve come; Flowers destroyed in casual action,
(but there’s nothing wrong with that!)
and wax havens become catacombs, tortuous recessions
of purest, white abodes. Oh, how far they’ve gone.

These are the times we take flight.

A Note Regarding The Circumstances Of Reality

I still dream of you every night,
a fantasy shining ever-bright, full
of color and feel and depth and matter,
unscratched edges rough with pallor

Beside me you lie before my eyes;
I am unable to reject
the price of the past. I look
at the future, still hopeful.

It’s terrifying, but you still sleep
by my side. What I feel is real but
to you, unnatural. You never leave me
but you’re never there.

I touch your face calmly every night.
I utter, “this is perfect; you and me”
I kiss your forehead in respite
“I believe this is our destiny.”

Early Losses

I would be lying if I ever said it feels just like yesterday.
Those uniform days of uniform and shoes
Black shoes, white to black, no laces, only straps.

I would be lying if I said I missed those days
Of climbing up late on the yellow-tiled case
Of stairs, waiting outside, waiting to be scolded.
I run back home without worry in the world.

I would be happy if I could go back to then.
The end of those days, the beginning of the end.

 

 

Drizzle Downwards | An Introduction

Hello, this is Rohan, currently a full-time National Serviceman from Singapore, and welcome to Drizzle Downwards, my online literary portfolio. I have been dabbling in the literary arts since I was in Secondary 3, but only now do I take my hobby seriously enough to make a dedicated blog for it. Now, let’s just imagine someone decides to interview me regarding this new creation:


What do you write?

Mostly poetry, and occasionally other forms of literature.

No, as in, what do you write about?

Anything that inspires me. Ever since I started being serious about writing, I have been looking at my daily experiences for the ideas I need to put pen to paper. Generally, I would say that my poetry is abstract, emotionally focused and introspective, but on the other hand, I guess that’s not for me to decide.

Why did you make this?

My main blog does have a bit of my works, but it also has my ramblings relating to my life and my taste in music. For me, that blog is a reflection of me as a person, but I feel that a blog dedicated specifically to my works would help me tremendously in focusing all my efforts. Also, if anyone asks to see my collection, I can at least point them to this site.

How frequently will you post?

I’m ambitious. Once a week.

Can I share your page or your poetry with my friends?

(I’d be flattered if someone ever asks me that question.) Yes, definitely. Please make sure to give credit though!


I guess, before moving on, I have to credit a few people. The few people who know I am a writer, the few people who have read and complimented my works, the few people who want more, who want me to be properly published. Honestly, I appreciate the support and trust you few people have in me. You know who you are. Also, a big thank you to the teacher who gave me important lessons in poetry which made me much, much better at what I do.