Category Archives: friends

Missing Justuscreek

I chanced upon tonight
The words of a fellow blogger
Who once stopped by
And gave my words a ponder

A heartfelt analysis he gave
Of each and every line
He said he liked that prose
And I was truly inspired

Time has passed since
I last made his acquaintance
When I sought his blogs to view
Those links were alas broken

One would know the poignance
As the disappearance of an old friend
Since there’s no trace of this fellow writer
I’ll dedicate this to him then

Yet if anyone knows or who have seen
The persona called justuscreek
Who blogged at conrad1899
Drop me a message or a line! 😉

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, poetry, style, writing

Oudegracht 109

“Where is the place he took that picture at?”

She was in the middle of a bustling sidewalk with two of his best friends. It was a cool summer evening and they were along the canal at one of the busiest parts of the city.

“Well… it’s kinda difficult to know exactly where, they all look the same. And I don’t have that picture with me right now,” one of them pondered.

“I don’t have it either,” she sighed.

It had been an entirely busy time before she made the trip to where he lived, and she wanted to be at that very place he had taken the photograph and sent her two years ago. One of the few photographs he had sent her, before he left them. It was too sudden, that accident was too much of a tragedy, and she had too few places she could treasure the memory of him.

She was exasperated that she had forgotten to save that photograph in her phone before the flight, but then again, time was always a troublemaker. And now, she could not do anything about it. All she could do was stand there, feeling defeated.

Trying to make light of the situation, the other friend started telling a joke about the names of the shops and she soon forgot that sense of defeat.


A year later, she was reminded of that photograph again. Taking a closer scrutiny this time, she discovered that she could vaguely make out the name of the restaurant in the picture. She quickly searched that name and located its details on a map. Then, using the street view function, she finally located the spot that provided the view closest to his perspective.

“Pearle Opticians… Unit 109!” she exclaimed. But what she noticed next made her gasp.

Right across from 109 was the very place she had conceded defeat a year ago.


He gazed out at the city he was to live in, with its lively canal ambience, then he took out his phone. Raising it to his eye, he made a picture. Then, he lowered his phone and scrutinised the photograph he had made. He smiled at it, then looked back up across the canal, still that smile on his face.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, novelette, style, travel, writing

Why Don’t We Stay

I know it’s late
I know you’re weary
The stars were above us
As you lay with me

Your arm against mine
The grass pricked our skin
We’re longing for shelter
From all that we see

That’s Orion’s Belt
You pointed faraway
You told me its history
We’ll never forget that day

We’ve got tonight
Who needs tomorrow
We’ve got tonight babe
Why don’t we stay.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, music, poetry, style, writing

Not Counting

“There’s a cafe here but I don’t see a name.”

“Oh… I’ll come down now.”

She stood at the lift lobby and waited as people went about their activities around her. It’s been so long since they met – she wondered if it would still feel the same as back when.

After what felt longer than a mere few minutes, one of the lift doors slid open and a familiar figure stepped out. And as she recognised him, he too caught sight of her and broke into a smile.

“It’s so good to see you again! Been more than ten years!” She felt his comforting warmth in their hug, and then they separated from each other.

“Nah.. it’s only been five.”

A hint of amusement passed over his face before he shrugged.

“Well… I’m not counting.”

“Neither am I.”

And as they walked into the cafe, she knew nothing much really has changed.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, writing

The Ocean

The sun’s golden hues
Illuminate the ocean
He, iridescent
Reminiscing the journey
Glows peaceful and smiles, at peace.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, poetry, style, writing

111 Days Walking

On New Year’s Day 2019, I lost a dear friend to reckless driving. 

Few months back, he’d mapped it out and said that it would take only 111 days to walk to where I am. This poem is inspired by that conversation.

Here you go Niekje.

You said you’ll be
Right over, it‘s only 111
Days walking;
I said I’mma put the
Kettle to boil and make you
Some koffie

Why didn’t you come
Right over, it‘s only 111
Days walking;
If you did you’d (still) be here
With me, and none of this
Would‘ve happened.

You liar.

You said I got plenty
Of time, cuz it‘ll be 111
Days walking;
But that quiet New Year’s
Morning has taken you further
From me away

And you’re never gonna
Come anymore, not with 111
Days walking;
I know you didn’t want to go
This way, and I know you were
Fighting for your life
But that driver was too reckless
You had too short a ride

I’mma put the
Kettle to boil and make you
Some koffie, and you
Can have some after
111 days walking.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, poetry, writing

Serendipity for Christmas

The train doors slid open with a mechanical sweep and she stepped in amongst the other passengers.

Always, she is plugged into her earphones and always, she prefers to lean against the glass panel at the doorway.

The doors remained gaping as the last human trickles filtered in, as he did, through the very doorway she had entered.

Like her, he chose to lean against the glass panel at the doorway, right across from her.

Instinctively, she looked up in the same instance that he did.

Their eyes met.
And they held each other for a few moments.

And in those few moments, her mind was darting through her memories to recognise his face, as he too seemed to be doing.

A sense of wonderment surged through and made her hold up a hand to her mouth in delighted astonishment; across from her, amazement shone from his eyes as a smile crept onto his face, and he came towards her.

To quote him, a serendipitous encounter as such is a magnificent Christmas gift.

And it is. 🙂

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, novelette, writing

Ode To The Gibraltar

Serendipity falls on a
Rainy day, when I found him
Secluded, quite hidden away

I don’t think we’ve met
No, we haven’t – yet

So I stayed and discovered
Him, of exceptional taste
When we parted I prayed
We would meet again with haste.

Leave a comment

Filed under coffee, emotions, feelings, friends, love, poetry, style, writing

I Want To Know You

I want to know you –
Your typical morning habits
What you totally hate eating
What you actually mean when
You don’t say a word, or do
Little things that often go
Unnoticed, except when time
Stands still, but time is
Never on our side, so
Before it’s too late
I want to know you.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, love, poetry, style, writing

Depths

Lead me to the
Depths of my soul, then
Undress it by layers till my
Purest form shows;

Protect it with the
Fortress of your might, then
Stay with me till the promise of
Eternal light.

Leave a comment

Filed under emotions, feelings, friends, God, love, poetry, style, writing