INT: A CHATEAU UP IN MONT VINAIGRIER, ÈZE – DUSK CLOSE UP – PIERRE’S FACE Pierre is kneeling next to Bertha’s bed, holding her left hand. His sorrowful eyes are fixing at her pale face. BERTHA Tell me, please tell me that what I perceived to be your feelings for me back then was not […]Read More Bertha Mason Scene 5
He told his wife over a morning coffee that he dreamed about this girl last night. “Was it about me?”, his daughter interrupted cheerfully. “No, my dear”. He told her with a warm smile. His wife seems to be busy playing a tea party with his dear little girl. She does not pay him much […]Read More Non-convergent
Dear Sir, I still wish to see you again before my departure, very much eagerly. However, given a second thought, I should not. Rather we should not, if I did not mistake that we do share mutual feelings. I do not know what has gone wrong here ever since, but I will not be able […]Read More A Letter to No One Ver. 3
What catastrophe will it lead to? Why such moral standards are needed to set apart teacher and student, doctor and patient, artist and model, and so on so forth? It is the matter of nearness. Why aren’t teacher and assistant professor prohibited to each other? Why aren’t doctor and nurse? Artist and his peer? Heart […]Read More Why is It So Wrong?
Full and bright hangs there lover’s moon. Springst romance in this night of June. Reach out to touch thee does my hand. Leap up my feet from where I stand, Yet lover’s moon is still too far. . The stars start to blink mocking me. Also laughters heard from the trees. Is my solitude so […]Read More Lover’s Moon
Why heart is the tenderest thing, While love is but the roughest thing? Why the two needs encountering, For the suffering to beget? . Why bygones can’t be just bygones, While present is mostly cheat’ on? Why, why memory needs to haunt, Merely for the sore to beget? . Why is it true that you […]Read More Why and While
Halt, halt ere thy feeling goes wander, Halt, halt ere thy heart falls there yonder. Ere thy soul starts orbit that of his, And thy body then cries in a whizz For it hath become his satellite. Though thou may feel nothing but delight, Yet its power’s mighty, thou think not. Thy tragedy therefore shall […]Read More Epistle to Myself