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.

Humanity is, but I don’t belong to any….

I do not belong to rituals

Nor am I belong to any religion

I do not belong to any

If I do, I will betray many.

A path I choose to take me along this life

Yet I know I do not belong to the path choosen
And the path is not mine either

For that is just for me to travel all along

Towards the goal that lies far ahead.

I follow certain traditions not blindly but cautiously

Because my awareness tells me of narrowness which ensue,

By blind following of a tradition with least understanding

I fear I will be caged in this confusion forever.

II

Humanity spans far unto this universe

Not just man, animals too have humanness

I know we have failed many times, yet we disagree

In the name of race and religion we kill many.

The God in the throne somewhere in the highest heaven

And the God omnipresent, yet not in the creation

Together with the God, present in the creation

Are all but our conception of imagination.

We run wild with defensive sickness

I am on the right, mine is the only way

We cry, we lament and we spat at each other

End of the day, we pray to please the silent God.

In happiness we go to sleep thinking the divine is pleased

Leaving our other brethrens suffer in painful isolation

We dream of a future palace in an unseen heaven

With colorful bubbles and angels beautiful.

The heaven within, a hell we make with negativities

We follow the tides which come asailing us

Fighting narrowness without knowledge proper

We can hardly win the tidal waves that comes hither.

 

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Discord

                                 The inclement weather
                                       Cast a gloomy net
                                               Over nature, thus over me too.
               Rupturing the sanctity of my being
                   With assailing rust accumulated over the years
                      The emotional turbulence smiles
                            I know I am riddance of that smile.
The misty sight of the mystery
I ponder as my legs wander
Why the pain, my lord?
            Life gives a lot
                                  unexpectedly
           Too much  
                                 to consume
           Too much
                                 to bear too.
                                                             An insignia I wear within
                                                             Hiding from fearless fear
                                                            The pain, the pain, the pain, I moan.
            Is this all that I wonder
                  With hands clasped in prayer
                               Glued to my heart in symbolic language.
I smile, staring starkly at the gloomy clouds
Whither go you? I asked in silent discordance
The clouds gathered the answer in rainy showers.


I am crying alone.




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Identity

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