My Grandma.. Ah Ma

I was up in the sky, clouds so white, scattered like cotton on blue canvas. Serene indeed and it was certainly inviting for a time of reflection - the only person who came to mind was you, Ah Ma.

Felt a tug in my heart. Will not be able to call you, each time I reach your doorstep, or when we are to have a meal as a family. And not being able to hold on to you anymore, as during your last days, I've been holding on to your frail hands. You could not speak and all you wanted was for my hands to be in yours and to put them close to your heart. Insecure you were, but Ah Ma, your strong will and determination will never be forgotten... I miss you so dearly, Ah Ma.

If only you could have uttered your last words but I was at ease to know that you passed on beautifully. Loving you always.

Ain't No Sunshine..

Downcast of my soul.

Just a tugging feeling of my heart and awaiting the ticking of the clock, so that I can very well pack my bag and go hide myself.

Tired it may seem, but I've to yet face the sun again, tomorrow.

Lost

I know I should be getting on with work. There are the datelines and paperwork to compile but am not willing... Am tired. Feel a sudden choke from within. Will this pass?

Spoke to two good friends and one says his job sucks big time and another says she has no motivation to work. Why is it always a struggle for we young people to be satisfied with the toiling of what has been given unto us?

What happened to the thrill of accomplishment?

The sense of achievement as we check our check boxes on our To-do-list?

Sense of security as our monthly wages sustain us?

What has happened to us?

What are we in search for?

A need to breakaway from this.

Am going to happily finish off what's I am supposed to, learnt to work as if it is my last day at work. The end result of such mentality is great for my employers. :)