Two summers ago a merchant had passed by a little town called Hoschsburg and had told a tale to all those that passed his stall of a creature that lived in waters that ushered safety net for said little town and could grant any wishes, no matter how unprecedented, long as it liked the melody of the seeker, the melody didn’t have to be as flawless as those of performers but should have the soul as pure as that of a worshiper. The merchant only passing along stories he too could not testify to was only storytelling to capture buyers but to Katherine Colony, a young maiden burdened by her mother’s illness that the town doctor had declared incurable was desperate for any measure of hope and held onto that faith though she knew the probability of such a creature’s existence were none. To her, the clouds above her sky were parted and ray of sun could be seen. The day she heard the story, she ran home bumping into others and singing apologies wholeheartedly till she reached her house.

“Mother, I might have come upon a miracle.” She told her mother excitedly who laid frail on her sickbed covered with many sheets. She sat on the stool by the bed and took her mother’s hand into hers,
“Mother, you are to get well soon. In the river, the merchant said there’s a creature that could cure you if I went and sang for it. It could like my singing. I know I sing horribly but if it did, it would grant us a miracle Mother. I ought to try for your health after all. Isn’t this the great news we’ve been hoping for?” She kept going with her mother listening and the poor woman besides not having strength; had no heart to tell her the merchant only told those stories for marketing purposes, as everyone in town would only take them as superstitions or stories told at the theatre.

In her mother’s heart, Florence Colony wanted to capture all the innocence her daughter wore and die peaceful for having given birth to such an angel. She watched the smile on her daughter’s heart shaped face, her brown eyes sparkling almost covered by bangs her bun couldn’t contain, her blue satin gown complimented her innocent aura all the more; It mesmerized her even though she had no strength to lift her hand and tuck them behind her ear.
“Don’t worry Mother, soon you will be busking under the sun and giving orders to maids on what to make for dinner.” Katherine said to her Mother, oblivious of the content in her eyes.
“Alright Mother, I’ll go tell Ms Flora what to make for dinner; I bought a lot from the market. Papa was saying we should change the menu tonight, he might be bringing guests.”

She left her Mother and went to find Ms Flora, were she retold everything that had happened at the market.

Soon Katherine started going to the river each morning, singing by the riverbank; though her voice made the birds around start to fly away and the air around the river still, she sang without any reservation that the air had started to welcome her. One morning turned to one week, one week to one month, one month turned to one summer then one summer turned to two but still her mother’s illness was not getting any better, it remained still. People in town had already voiced their opinions to her and she too had started to doubt if such a creature truly existed, yet in her heart though she’d always been naive, she had started to truly believe something lived in the river.

“Katherine my dear, you should stop going to the river now. I will not blame you, I know you were devoted and the creature too will know. See, I’m no longer uncomfortable, perhaps it did aid in some way.” Her mother soothed one morning seeing her too discouraged. She couldn’t bear to see her angel’s naivety being unveiled by herself, the helplessness made her all the more bitter.
“Yes mother, this is the last morning I’m going to the river. I too feel I’ve done all I could, perhaps my wish going unanswered simply means I have not enough faith. Alright mother, I’ll be leaving.” Florence watched her daughter’s disappearing figure with a lump in her throat, lately Katherine had been losing her cheerfulness with a solemnity that her peers did not possess. Girls her age were worrying about what sort of husband they would be marrying and her daughter, her daughter was the mock of town because of going to the river to sing to a nonexistent creature she heard of from an alcoholic merchant only for her mother’s sake. Florence Colony let tears she had been swallowing for two summers fall silently; she had failed to give her daughter a prosperous, carefree life.

On the river bank, Katherine took out the plastic with bird food she feed birds at her house out; took some out and tossed them into the water. She did this for some time not speaking only looking at the river solemnly.
“I, I cannot come here anymore. Because the town’s talk has gotten to father’s ears and he threatened to stop buying mother’s medicine you see. So, today is my last time visiting you. I hope you understand my qualm and don’t take it out on mother.” She remained quiet for the remainder of her visit only tossing bird food into the river, when the food was finished in the plastic; she packed herself up and left. After taking a few steps from the river, she turned and said;
“I do not blame you, do not think so. Mother has been ill way before I was born. It is the cause of her life and perhaps, I held blame on me that I couldn’t truly dissipate and became selfish involving you.” She poured what she’d never said to anyone before; Katherine indeed had always wondered if her birth had prolonged her mother’s illness. She cried out all her grievances there, took it all out in her last day by the river, let it take all her burdens and forgive her for being too selfish. When all her crying subsided, she said calmly to the river with all her strength;
“I never doubted your existence. I hope another comes to sing for you from now on…” She ran from there.

Later when dinner was being served, unannounced rain poured horribly out of nowhere. The Colony family gathered for supper and Florence was carried from her bedroom by her maids to the dinner table. The usual quietness of dinner flirted with the pouring, only Katherine’s father seemed to be at peace. After everyone settled Jacobson Colony, Katherine’s father asked her;
“Are you done with your river saga now?”
“Yes Father.” She answered quietly.

Midway dinner a loud knock came from their door, the butler answered and came to announce a visitor.
“Let him in.” Replied Katherine’s father.

A handsome man was ushered in, so very handsome Katherine could not take her eyes off of him. From all the men in town she’d never seen one quite as him, almost ethereal, a beautiful man indeed. His built was that of a soldier, his face that of a prince her mother used to read to her when she was younger, with hair thicker and darker than hers; and eyes the colour of summer midday sky.
“Yes Sir?” inquired Katherine’s father.
“I was travelling to the next town and the rain caught us midway, this is the only house near where our carriage collapsed. I’m a doctor; if Sir could do me the favour of housing me and my companions for a night perhaps I would return it later?”

And Katherine Colony utterly mesmerized, knew her wish had not gone unheard.

Bits Together


Soon air started to chase me out
my pass time with the moon,
I’d come out holding steaming cup of tea
and it’d keep tea’s breath
while making mine sting, to breathe hurt
like that, I started to only watch the night
from my fireplace eye without the stars lullaby;
watching where my thoughts find rest…

Should I tell you how many pages
my fireplaces have eaten?
because my hand isn’t like time,
misplaces serenity that sky
houses when stars are out and twinkles?
Should I tell you?

Letters To Freddie: 18


I saw you as religion,
not being religious;

I saw your as purpose,
being lazy;

I saw you as principle,
not knowing my conscience;

I saw you as truth,
having walked on shades;

the time I dedicated to us,
I did so very obediently;

I maintained honesty,
only how I knew to be honest.

Two Poles


the thing is, with you;
no matter how much I try to lie to myself
the lie can never be so beautiful
it captivates me from the truth or
too ugly it drives me away,
never again to find my way back, with you;
I’m always aware that

by your fingertips lie sterling chandeliers
by my feet skeletons trying to hitch a ride,
by your feet clouds prompting you forth
by my fingertips lie presumed fulfillment,

jump, jump so your forehead and the moon could be equals;
that air I breathed became one with nothing

the difference between us.

New Soul By Yael Naim

I’m a new soul, I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit ’bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

See I’m a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit ’bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

This is a happy end ’cause you don’t understand
Everything you have done, why is everything so wrong?
This is a happy end, come and give me your hand
I’ll take you far away
I’m a new soul, I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit ’bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
New soul
In this very strange world
Every possible mistake

Who Might You Be There In Glass

I got mad starring at the girl in the mirror
oh but that’s wrong, ain’t it?
not a girl anymore, woman in the mirror

touch to her face
and I felt it yet was not my intended
let me know too with longing
when I went to touch my face away from her

how the woman, with her hollow eyes
seemed silent yet I heard complaints
fantasies could not drown,
complaints I answered to by
living near a window

she mocked me

a woman with brown eyes
brown eyes that seemed not to capture
images my mind picks in that land
only a guard-less mind can state true

silly even time teases me
brushes my skin like glass would
like a feather would stay on a cheek;

while her eyes are vacant except for the mole
that draws my attention and says,
was I ever truly not captivating?

dreams they’re called,

The girl, pardon me
but yes the girl whom I tried to remind
she drew a moon first and called home
then we were only strangers

In my madness, I raised my voice
because noise would switch on her eyes
but the slap given by her house, mirror
introduced me to a fascination of my blood
slowly sliding down my freckled cheek patiently
only to stop without resistance

stayed there too became a sculpture
missed her eye by an inch;
tears aren’t that tenacious

“I’m wrong.”
my hunched ego said
“I’ll try harder.”
my debt said

but I could never honestly accept her
she was never me;

The girl I am had long left to her house
hanging on the clouds and
rainbow roads with rain as curtains,

the woman I recognised as myself,
dream she’s called,
told me if I’d dared to become acquainted with that girl
then I’d know truly how the sun is like up close

I got so mad looking at the girl in the mirror,
oh but that’s wrong, ain’t it?
not a girl anymore, woman in the mirror.

Brown eyed woman, the colour which
the woman I recognised as myself
had never seen till I opened my eyes
to the girl in the mirror.

Ah but time knows many tricks…


Boy, the girl will undergo many parallel changes
As you’ll turn into a man with Adam’s apple
and she breasts and hips.
Don’t hold her too loosely else she’ll bruise
call you many colourful names.

Girl, the boy might develop a loose tongue
like these times, and forget he’ll need your touch
to soothe his history, be patient with his glazed eyes
after all before you could stab a man in the back,
he’d already known how easy it is to take a life.

Both of you, in a garden you understand
your paths might be aligned but
which thorns are poisonous you’ll find out individually

Boy, the girl will shed tears hidden from your sight
like you’d shed tears hidden from any sight
if you can, say; why couldn’t she?
That mistake, presume it was bad a day
otherwise don’t move briskly infront of her
there are many days when the sun don’t shine

Girl, you too discard expectations
of the moon and the stars when you’ve found
them indifferent to your whims…

My Dream Persists

I dream of you,
the man whose touch
I mimic whenever mine runs
to hide my eyes,
the man whose shadow left
me a shade lighter
than the sun ever dared to dream,
how did we ever meet?

I hold myself
to the height I think you might easily spot
and have broken a few steps
trying to hold that height
and silencing the murmurs that
drown my thoughts in muddy waters
I dream of you,

My stare in a mirror
trace where you’d stand and find
a wall brought closer by a mirror
as though even my house is taking pity
and when I extend my hand,
I touch nothing, like
I’ve become what was never there

There you were…

I dream of you,
the man I’ve carved from my longing
that I realized, I am faint with my steps
and the hand that offered me strength
out of kindness embodied the warmth
I’ve only received from my bed,
how could I not hold on tighter?