Drift Intention (Beacon)

we are there,
in a sea of floating specks of dust.
the deep pink impact has set us free and we
are drifting with the cold, callous wind.
from realms of green, gray and blue,
our minds wander carelessly around
the subsonic, subterranean totem pole figure.
“the one who gives the future.”
organized clumps of undead mite matter,
we are colored swabs settling on a book’s front cover.
anxiety, and dread.
the life we are meant to lead:
we float on.

(a boat in an unlit path stained with granite teeth,
one without an anchor to stall in waters waist deep.)


Civi Dreams

incandescent memories breezily rush
towards the mirror of an assured finale
it has occupied my mind, those mixed rice
memories and 4 by 4 melodies. I’ve worn
adjunct laurels of disregarded victories.
I’ve had the joys of camaraderies pave
a newspeak way. it wasn’t meant to end
with a laser of spit-shine reminiscences
or the encapsulated rot of an unused mind.
it wasn’t meant to end the same,
like a wiper cycle for an endless cloudburst,
the dismayed cacophony of hopeful aims.
but maybe that’s fine.

disquiet shrouds my pink diamond joys;
we can no longer call ourselves boys.

a sense of despondence and hollow strides
towards an unborn future with blinded eyes.

Together; Changing Times

there’s something special
about hearing a familiar tune
on another’s speaker; there’s
something cool in those bars
of rhyme and reason. do tell,
why did you not say before?

there’s something calming: seeing
a typeface you use to write
poems each day for a month or
“the quick brown fox jumps
over the lazy dog.” you’re
another with which I have similar.


would it not be better for us
to grow old together; friends
lazing at a hawker center, with
kopi o and whatever the future
can bring us. newer magazines
of chili crab coastlines, a new
design, a sense of rhyme, a
new aesthetic, and a tune of mine

A Chemical Overreaction

put equal parts lye and spirits of salt
together gently; drop by drop falling from
an funnel-like sky, changing chemistry,
we were watching the ratio flow past one to one
you screamed — stop — and we were too late
we’ve gotten too caught up in ourselves
(one to one, together gently)
ultimately harmless beyond this logarithm
of drip, drop, drip, drop, done, done! drip, stop!
I thank you for knowing when to end.

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The Understanding of a Friend

The both of us together is a wonder.

Our eyes pierce one another with analytical stares;
It wasn’t a casual glance of generalising scowls
This single moment means forever, we blink and then
the truth sets in, and you approach me silently
with open arms.

I feel the warmth of your dull coloured sweater
against the chill in this cold, dark weather
I feel the great joy of your embrace
against this congestion of bad days

A voice utters a series of words I cannot comprehend.
In the moment, I was utterly lost and struck with pallor.
I found myself saying, “What does it mean?”
“Appreciation.” Yes, that was the answer.

I wish that moment could have lasted forever.


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To Balance Against a Feather

(This is our philosophy reimagined.)

Life has the lion’s share of pleasures,
these agitations tied non-linear (logarithmic?)
portrayed crudely through mismanaged flux,
That of disposition, and callous idiosyncrasies,
Chemical enigmatic (current flow: automatic)

Natural progression (count: 1, 2, 3)
Fulfil the blessings of a meta-familiar mind.
Restriction falls like a snake on a garden;
And with it falls the burden of life. (rest upon your shoulders)
(count: 35) and eyes reveal seven geometric
confinements, restriction falls as a threat
(now follow) flow stunted at best.

(The rest is unknown.)



In Their Absence

In their absence, the waves swell up at the outer rim and crash upon the shores with sounds unheard of, never heard by anyone. In their absence, flora illuminated itself as it branches upwards towards the sky as if the earth was reaching for the heavens, weeds untouched.

In their absence, the great fallacy of the beauty in isolation crumbles with the turbulence of an impending storm upon our consciousness, and the mystery of the canopy evades any and all forms of perception, in their absence.

Helpless, Less No Help

Reverberating in a cave of sheer, blank nothingness of a
rock, smoothened by the confounded waves of the persistent sea,
gently rising, blasting trepidation and honing claws of wretched fury,
reflecting and believing in nothing to be believed as the distance grows weary.
Kinaesthetically comprehensive experiences shape the seraphic journey of the
lost person whose mind lies unattached and unbroken, wandering freely.

For this is the time where one forgets
What one has done and the other regrets

(Rationality beckons)
Lustrous orbs forming utter beacons in a catatonic cave
of sheer, blank nothingness.

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.