meow.

this is a post about home; inspired by the "i love borneo" theme during last night's poem recital competition.  

meow. [Kuching]

as the name resounds

so alien and foreign

to people from other lands.

meow.

the sound echoes in my head,

driving memories into my heart.

nostalgic gazes into the past,

with little hope and much history.

meow.

there goes that sound again.

so familiar, so warm, and kind.

so close to me,

so close to my soul.

meow.

there go those faces,

so happy and sad, their hands are waving,

waving at me.

and i waved back.

and unconsciously i said

meow.

meow.

home, you'll always be.

[Kuching], home.

you'll always be a part of me.

p.s: i miss kuching.