Just when I thought ; Il N'est Plus La

C'est midnight and I was awake

Eyes still wide opened

Mind tried to stop thinking

Juste un minuit, I whispered

I turned to the clock on the wall

I tried hard not to recall

Just when I thought I am happy

I realised how I miss a company

To do whatever we feel like

Not a particular anyone nor anything

Just a companion but il n'est plus la

Now that the heart is empty

Is there be a space to be filled?

Dans mon coeur but what if it beats?

Would it be safe from harm?

Or it would be le meme?

If it finally ticks would it be deep?

Would there be another light?

Je ne sais pas, ne sais

Would there be another soul?

Would it be smile, or another cry?

Je ne sais pas, il n'est plus la..

('Il N'est Plus La' by Marquise de Ville, Oct 2011)

Moon Lights The Dream

Don't quit shining up the darkness on the narrow way
I wish for your spark to take the sadness away
You're the only one among the diamonds in the sky
Your shimmering light appears to me like a smile
For it is the reason that I don't want to cry
O' dear moon, please stay the way you are
You help keeping me asleep through the night
Living in the dream that I don't want it to end
I no longer want to be awake and pretend
That the dream is over even before it begins





('Moonlight Dream' by Marquise de Ville, Sept 2010)

The White Blanket

Woke up early in the morning with smile each day
Had little breakfast at home or at McDonald's not far away
Got ready with layers of clothes and boots all set up to play
And walked miles then took rides and shot photos along the way

Got really crazy and excited with the shopping spree
As sale and great offers were everywhere
Even though the snow was falling heavily and people stared
'Others could leave the shops if they're cold for all I care!'

Rode on a bus that my brother accidentally missed
Just to get to the place for the stuff he couldn't get over with
Returned home with hands full of stuff and treats
Went to bed early wanting to wake up as early for the routine

Never in life had we paid ridiculous price to smoke high
But it was absolutely amazing to taste all the flavours inside
On an unbelievable freezing cold winter night
But having that eight-pound sheesha could make you fly

Walked in the park holding a cup of coffee
Just sat for hours for there was a lot to see
Watched the birds flying and landed on pretty trees
Even the frozen lake made people happy

We had really unpredictable and hectic days
But we never failed to have fun and jingle all the way
People said when winter comes they wish to stray
But no matter how much fuss it took all I wanted was to stay

('The White Blanket' by Marquise de Ville', March 2010)

I shot the photo on the first day of snow from the window in William Barefoot Drive, Mottingham in London in November 2009. I just can't wait to go back because I miss London.. badly.

What If I..?

I stood up really confused
Not knowing where to go
Which way to choose
Is the right turn the one to go through
Would the left turn get really smooth
Or what if I'd make the wrong move..?




('What If I' by Marquise de Ville, March 2010)

Sometimes, Always, Perhaps

Is there a perfect love? People questioned.

It happens once in a while, a few said.

Perhaps it does to lucky ones, some thought.

But there is always a perfect lie, everyone agreed.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Another Saturday night appears and I am at home still suffering from my monthly freaking pain that comes during my menses time and after years it still kills me like I was going to die any moment it strikes. I hate being sick...alone. But yeah, what do I expect others to do? To feel the pain? I wish! I guess I was born to be a lone ranger and I am glad that I don't need anybody to do things for me. I love the way I am..daddy taught me enough about doing things by myself and I can do what a man can do to live on my own. Oh, yes..I'm not telling a story about my painful endometriosis sickness here, I am posting another piece of my writing which I wrote two days ago..it was great to just sit at home when ideas come hehe.. so here it is..

He was really funny
She was totally crazy
He liked having tea
She was obsessed with coffee
He was playful
She played mature
He claimed to be loyal
She wasn't sure if
He wasn't a player
Because she was a swinger
He loved the rainbow
She preferred the thunder
He dressed in bright colours
She was comfortable in pastels
He loved the smell of flowers
She was into cactus
He liked to pamper cats
She was never good to animals
He was always calm
She often got tensed
He was full of patience
She usually went mad
He confessed he liked her
She refused and told it was crap
He tried to convince her
She did everything for him to give up
But no matter how awkward it was
How different they were
They both couldn't get any better
If one of them weren't there for each other