Elusive illusion

I am awakened
From my wakeful slumber
To realize all the while I was asleep
In wakefulness
Dreaming of awakening.

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Shelter of sorrow (Old Folks Home)

The sullen face

Placed on the windowsill

With blurry eyes gazing limitless

Hiding the pain between the wrinkles

She cries silent tears.

None bothers

Each in their world

And, she too in her unwanted world

Sighing heavily upon the weighty fate

That has fallen  hard on her.

The lines between those years

Filled by her with so much love and care

Bringing up the little ones so tender

Until, each has grown steadily strong.

The harvest, she expects not, not at all

A little soothing and an embracing soul

All that she wants more and more

Alas! Hardy waves of isolation crept suddenly

Creeping selfishness pushed her to the home

By the very souls, she cared ever.

Debilitating physique

And memories of a lifetime gone;

Little hearing, and vision loss

Feeble thoughts of moments past;

And a wish to jump eternity soon

All that she has now in her possession.

Wallowing in fears of isolation

A reality she hardly ever imagined

Day and night, she swims in her tears

With prayers to cross over the physical

For a place many says heavenly abode.

The sullen face

Placed on the windowsill

With eyes gazing far limitless

Hiding the pains between the wrinkles

She cries a silent tear.

None bothers

Each in their world

And, she too in her unwanted world

Sighing heavily upon the weighty fate

That has fallen hard on her.

Faces that captured her souls

She still cherish between the creases of her thoughts

Poor she, her children forsaken her existence

In the home, she is with many others

Constantly in the company of each others loneliness.

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I am the same

I am not many persons
Who walked down the memory lane
But, one I am, the same person
Trudge along the various paths.
Different shirts I wear along the way
In time I change many to fit causation
I am the same person not many
Who passed through phases destined
Child-youth-middle age and soon old age.

Whither do I stand in time?
I smile alone, amused at this play
Rendered subtly by Mother Nature,

I stand rooted within
Yet, moving in time.

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eternity, inexplicable

 

 

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Picture : courtesy of Mr. Dennis Kunkel, Germany.

Wakefulness

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

Life proposes many things

But, I dispose some of them,

In fear of some uncertainties

I am sitting here wondering eternity.

In the wake of the night

The owl in the forest is sleeping tight

I am sitting here wondering eternity

Admiring the thoughts flimsy, yet powerful.

I wonder if I am awakening in my thoughts.

Or, my thoughts awakening in me?

Both ways life spares nothing eternal

But, only this certainty of uncertainty.

It revolves faster than anything in nature

The thoughts of mine and others’ as well

Before I set to answer one

Another comes in with a question mark.

As strange as everything appears around me

Nothing I feel is stranger than the thoughts

Believed to be from the brain matters

Yet not a brainy scientist ever dissected a thought.

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

I wish thoughts had shadows too.

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Wakefulness

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

Life proposes many things

But, I dispose some of them,

In fear of some uncertainties

I am sitting here wondering eternity.

In the wake of the night

The owl in the forest is sleeping tight

I am sitting here wondering eternity

Admiring that thoughts flimsy, yet powerful.

I wonder if I am awakening in my thoughts.

Or, my thoughts awakening in me?

Both ways life spares nothing eternal

But, only this certainty of uncertainty.

It revolves faster than anything in nature

The thoughts of mine and others’ as well

Before I set to answer one

Another comes in with a question mark.

As strange as everything appears around me

Nothing I feel is stranger than the thoughts

Believed to be from the brain matters

Yet not a brainy scientist ever dissected a thought.

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

I wish thoughts had shadows too.

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A world invisible

Photo courtesy of Miss Denise Khoo.