As soon as you saw those words, you knew what they mean. It’s obvious for the phrase speaks for itself. The movie has ended, and it is time for you to go. What else could they possibly mean?

There are times though when what sounds or appears trivial and commonplace suddenly strike our senses with unexplicable interest. “Must be another such strike,” you silently told yourself. You are left amazed at how such seemingly simple words can suddenly capture your thoughts, evoking things you never sought contemplating. Tonight, you found yourself mesmerized by this strange phenomenon.

Desperately, you tried looking for some possible, even if strange, connections. “It must be telling me something,” you said to yourself trying to convince no one but you. But there was no dawning of any realization. It just struck your senses, and nothing of significance was unfolding. You thought of squeezing the creative juice out of you just to form some lines, some word combinations, hoping that you can develop verses or vignettes out of those two words. Yet, nary a wothy line of thought came out. And so, you gave up. “Must be nothing but a sudden, meaningless jerk in your otherwise fertile imagination” is all what you could say.

Left with no choice, you turned your attention around the theater.

“The End.” Unmistakeably, the words vividly flashed on the screen in giant fonts signalled the film’s ending. After almost everyone left, you decided to stand where you were seated. You tried to look around as if you are searching for someone, and you saw the moviegoers squeezing, scramming their way out of the exit door. Perhaps, you thought, the’re rushing to go home, or to their next destination where ever that is. A new batch, impatiently trickled inside, filling up the empty chairs left by those who already went out. You glanced at your watch, and you realize it doesn’t have any lighting device. So, you grab your Nokia phone, turned it on, and used its illumination to peek at your watch. It was almost 8:00 p.m., and the next run is about to start in a few minutes.

Some stayed behind as usual. Either they wanted to watch the movie from the start. Or they just probably liked to while away their time. “Could be the traffic,” you surmised. “Might be raining outside,” you thought with a little concern. You suddenly recalled that you forgot your umbrella in the office. You didn’t even bring your favorite brown jacket. Then, somebody turned on the light. It stole your attention, even your worries. The dark spaces inside the movie theater were now illuminated. The music, a new release by a popular local Ballader, that once pervaded the air with sentimental fervor, was gone.

You sat there in a corner like a nail – stiff, strong-looking, yet silent and static. Amidst the noise, the murmers of couples sweetly chatting with each other, the boisterous laughters of hippie-looking teeners in front of you, still you maintained that strange, stoic look in your face. You should have gone by now. Yet, you stated, as if unaware and unmindful of the film’s ending.

Now, you knew what those two words mean. Nothing more, nothing less.

to the tune of an endless music;

Glasses singing

to the tone of a timeless classic,

reminding me

that the night is not yet over.

How can it be

when it’s drowned by the fuddling water?

like the sound of dry leaves

falling to the ground

wet with morning tears.

weary and wasted

in a place I once thought

I could find the happiness I wanted.

Ah, frustrated I am

by this world full of sham

unable to seek luck

so now I must go back…

back to where my life belongs

to what destiny calls home.

a passion

of his life…bored;

an expression

of his dreams…untold;

It is the art

of his untamed heart;

the song, the music

of his soul – divide but sick.

drowned by laughter and cheers.

Midnight songs

sung in frenzied tunes

Midnight games

played around the flames.

Who cares

if the dead is asleep or awake?

or by fate

we met

in that three-wheeled space

where, suddenly,

a passion long gone returns;

a dream once lost is found;

At last I heard your voice

And my sealed lips are opened

Then, once more

my heart is carried to the moon.

sailing across the other shore

hoping they might find you  

but where did you go?

In this deck of dreams where I stand

I see nothing, no one

Nameless faces look nothing but silhouettes

Artfully, the ship dances with the waves

in this sea that seems boundless, endless

like your thoughts and memories.

To you, I am eternally enchained

A willing captive of our promises and dreams 

For what is a ship without the sea?

And what am I without you with me? 

The shore is near

Yet, you’re still nowhere 

Everyone’s gone now

Again, I’m left standing here

Still wishing,

still dreaming 

You’ll appear, and be true to your bow

But where are you?

I shall kiss the sun

summon it into my arms

for better be to the sun

to shine on and on

in its eternal bloom.

When the evening comes

I shall call upon the stars

gather them into my hands

and let them join the sun

for the better be to the stars

without the night

without the moon.

The sun, the stars, and me

together we shall be

against the night, against the moon

against their scary gloom

for better be to the world

if we are left alone.

From yesterday’s ghosts

Again punishing, again conniving

Me and my memories

But who would hear my plea if everyone’s sleeping?

So I sought solace in midnight silence

But whoever told that silence is peace

Or that laughter means happiness?

Really, of paradox and contradiction

This midnight silence

Providing peace, while causing chaos

Now who can I turn to,

When midnight turned from friend to foe?

Music, maybe

And  drown myself in melodies of make-believe

Poetry, perhaps

And consume my thoughts in the elegance of its words ;

But music is a mystery to me

And poetry’s but a perplexity

Both inspire, both turture

Ah, another paradox and contradiction!

So, who else can be a better ally?