Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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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Thursday, June 24, 2010

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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Saturday, June 12, 2010

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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Thursday, June 10, 2010

eternity, inexplicable

 
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Picture : courtesy of Mr. Dennis Kunkel, Germany.

Monday, June 07, 2010

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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Friday, June 04, 2010

A world invisible

Photo courtesy of Miss Denise Khoo.