A poem inspired by the Thai drama “Last Twilight”
by Braine Syedwin
He was living his life like any other,
As a young badminton player,
Until an accident with Night
Deteriorated his eyesight.
His whole life changed.
He went blind, subtly estranged,
Forced to look for a caretaker
Who turned out to be a lawbreaker.
Phi was once a prisoner.
A bad boy, as they say,
With studs on his left ear,
And dresses like a gangster.
His whole life changed
When his sister Rung died,
Met this guy who’s blind,
Worked, stayed by his side.
Their worlds may seem different
Yet they were so much alike,
Both outcasts in their own ways,
Both wanted to have a normal life.
Two hearts, two souls entwined.
With the scent of Day’s jasmine
And the glow from Mhok’s cigarette embers,
Their feelings bloom like sunflowers.
But with the intervention of August,
For a while, Nong went lost,
Yet Phi led him the way,
With a kiss for his lovely Day.
As days passed, they got caught in a race
Where hearts in love and tandem chase.
The Day hesitated but soon crossed the line
And together they sway as love’s stars align.
To each other’s world, they brought back life,
Treated how a normal person should be like.
Love transcends, blindness bows to the light,
And amidst the dark, a hope emerged so bright.
Before darkness completely engulfed
The rest of what’s left of the Day,
He searched for the meaning
Of his last light remaining.
And with the one-palm distance
Left of his blurred ability to see,
He made it worthwhile
With the last image of his Phi.
And when he thought
There already comes aid,
Hopes were again shattered
After the first surgery was made.
And from being Nong’s caretaker
To his devoted and over-caring lover,
Phi eventually began to feel pity,
Lied, even refused a job opportunity.
The Day was dumbfounded,
Heartbreak hung in the air.
Boundaries, once shattered,
Were then rebuilt with care.
Things went adrift, they parted ways,
Three years sailed by in a muted haze.
Yet as fate unfolds, growth silently spun
To begin again with the same person.
A normal life was what he wanted,
Then a normal love is what he should have,
One that allows for a second chance
For himself to be happy and again feel love.
With another dance, they sway once more
To a stronger love, forevermore.
And when there comes the cure,
His last image becomes the first picture.
As clarity deluges his eyesight,
There comes the Last Twilight.
A sweet kiss shared, as lovers may,
By our Big Mhok and Little Day.
Braine Syedwin 