Tuesday, March 29, 2005

“Time of bridge” by Esmond Ng 29/03/05 copyright ©

Depicting a walk with Jessica on esplanade's bridge.

“Time of bridge” by Esmond Ng 29/03/05 copyright ©
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Bridge over calm waters we stroll’d, carried by the breeze of arvo cool.
Stopp’d in middle did we, sat to say things with glee.
What seem’d like a walk in eternity, I wish to take along thee and only.
Traffic which past and strode, not an inch felt; as if time stilled for we.

Things of said rarity, appeared in picture frame perspective.
The spread of eagle wings signified our very moment; feelings.
Even poles of light with differing properties, came to me as so very pretty.
Must be, it must be, when only thee next to me.

Though our meeting was haste and time which chas’d,
time which on the bridge, did indeed still for me.

“Fairytale” by Esmond Ng 27/03/05 copyright ©

For Bubu,

“Fairytale” by Esmond Ng 27/03/05 copyright ©
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Once a time upon, grew a boy on tales;
of dragons slain’d and maidens rescu’d.
As of age he grew, traveled far in vain,
never found the tale he knew.

From lofty to dishearten’d did time prove,
soon abandon’d his search for his truth.
Norms became his norms
and dreams became standstill.

Then fate chanced upon him,
as sudden as floods on boxing due.
Heard of a princess,
distress could be still.

Awaken’d from deep slumber the knight arose,
remembering every aspiration and dream instilled.
Rode like wind, conquere’d all adversities till.
Like all written fairytales, happily ever after;
what he always knew.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Fairytale Reloaded

Just when you thought it was over, out comes the sequel! Remember the time when you thought you were Superman? Finally you grow up and get “conditioned” into knowing you are not. For many a years, I searched high and low to find my fairytale. A forlorn quest which I have become “conditioned” to believe its inexistence.

Well, you might have guess it! It’s been “Reloaded”! Sincerely, I have never in my twenty six years found anyone so close to what I believe until very recently. From the bottoms of me, I’m totally taken by surprise by how someone can be so like me even down to minute details. She has truly taken my breath away. Especially so as she dreams my dreams and shares my fairytales. It’s like they say; good things come when you least expect it.

Even though I’m badly back-slided, I still believe God works in miraculous ways. I guess it’s His little way of saying: “I’m still here for you.”

I don’t know how things will go but I’m sure things happen for a reason. Fate or not, at least I found the one thing that makes me believe once again. Who says Juliets do not exist? I beg to differ.

I’ve had a splendid night at Tanjong beach, a fabulous time tonight, possibly a show date tomorrow and bookings with her all through next weekend. Your name in Hebrew really means “wealthy”. I’d like to see that as an abundance in looks, character, integrity, commitment and deposition. Everytime I talk to you, I find something new yet congruent. If lives were ever to reincarnate, we’d probably have been the glue from the same UHU.

Thank you for keeping my fairytale alive!

“Acronym” by Esmond Ng 25/03/2005 copyright ©

Can you find the hidden message below? Written especially for Jessica. -winkz-

“Acronym” by Esmond Ng 25/03/2005 copyright ©
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Whilst stars shon’d dimly in cloud cover’d sky,
the mood not dampen’d; all is still bright.
It’s really no wonder why, if by me thou would realize,
The brightest of them all would on my right.
Lays’t down admiring the beauty from nature’s eye,
if nature be me, then thou be in my sight.
Lovely would be no other word,
then she who grac’d my night.

Yonder but yet next to thee, so seems close though far it now be;
why this feeling that dawns on me?
Of these questions in which minds’t uncontroll’d wander,
omega, it still ends with thee.
Uphoria and joy that follow it,
something a feeling excites me which.

Bare footed on a chill’d beach night,
warm the sand stays though sun has slipp’d over the horizon line.
Emphasize can’t I more describe,
the warmth that comes with thou’s sunny eyes.

My O my, where seen I those cherry lips and fair skin light;
that heaven be so bias’d put all in one?
Years may pass, Kings abdicat’d,
yet to my heart’s Queen she is perfect’d.

Varies thee may, with wonders of powder,
but in fact thou’s beauty, is the wonder creator.
All fail not see, if beauty is skin deep,
deeper than that no worries, thou has aplenty.
Like the serene of night sea tranquility,
the feeling with thee it gives to me.
Embellish’d with jewels of laughter and cheer
never not will I ever dry nor withereth.
New brings old away, a beginning which may bloom;
if given both a little way soon.
Time may wash old wounds offshore,
but time should blows’t the direction of ahead.
If sentiments are link’d like we discover’d by the bay,
thou would knows’t what I say.
Next to thee I feel somewhat a likeness of me,
maybe we be concordant harmony.
Expect more of stargazing company,
we could have more if try we gradually.