FLAG-DAY
Take these coins of compassion
and do see me next week
wait
a
minute
i have not received
my stamp flag yet!
Thank you for giving me!
I feel good and great to
wear something that I did for charity.
I walk around proudly
wearing charity emblem religiously
on every darn Saturday morning.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Merlion
MERLION
you keep vigil for our prosperity.
standing there with calculated feng shui.
sprouting white water into the sea.
blessing the land with many tourists.
you do not have a past actually,
you are just a creation of an artist.
but now you are part of our identity.
the part that breathes with creativity.
soon some somber stories will be created
to add some substance to the modern legend.
all the artists will shower their contribution
for you are the living proof of a motherland
with children soon becoming creative legends.
you keep vigil for our prosperity.
standing there with calculated feng shui.
sprouting white water into the sea.
blessing the land with many tourists.
you do not have a past actually,
you are just a creation of an artist.
but now you are part of our identity.
the part that breathes with creativity.
soon some somber stories will be created
to add some substance to the modern legend.
all the artists will shower their contribution
for you are the living proof of a motherland
with children soon becoming creative legends.
Taxi Driver
TAXI-DRIVER
I wait in the double-line
waiting for him or her to come
My engine purrs softly
as I see others waiting in line
The sky darkens slightly
and I hope he will arrive
I move forward slowly
to receive the chosen one
I am now the head of the line
as thousands follow behind
I have become the rightful leader
to welcome the chosen one
Here I see him coming
my disappointment causes alarm
My messenger wants a short trip
just to Kampung Glam
I have returned here
to become a follower again
Hoping my destiny will change
as i unravel the mystery again
Maybe the messenger will come and
show me a new destination far far away
so that I need not return
to queue up on this sad life again.
I wait in the double-line
waiting for him or her to come
My engine purrs softly
as I see others waiting in line
The sky darkens slightly
and I hope he will arrive
I move forward slowly
to receive the chosen one
I am now the head of the line
as thousands follow behind
I have become the rightful leader
to welcome the chosen one
Here I see him coming
my disappointment causes alarm
My messenger wants a short trip
just to Kampung Glam
I have returned here
to become a follower again
Hoping my destiny will change
as i unravel the mystery again
Maybe the messenger will come and
show me a new destination far far away
so that I need not return
to queue up on this sad life again.
Everyman
EVERY MAN
How can I become a stranger?
just because you call me strange
How can I become a sinner?
just because you call my actions sins
You have not seen my circumstances
Nor felt the joy of reason
So go away
go away
idealistic moralists
Who wants to link God with man
For the earth is alive and breathing
and has laws that governs every man.
How can I become a stranger?
just because you call me strange
How can I become a sinner?
just because you call my actions sins
You have not seen my circumstances
Nor felt the joy of reason
So go away
go away
idealistic moralists
Who wants to link God with man
For the earth is alive and breathing
and has laws that governs every man.
Retirement
Retirement
You must think of your retirement
the day you start to work
when all the spending is done
the body will be weak to work
Who will support such weak bodies
used sugarcanes
that the state will disown speedily
Take some money put it aside
Nothing is better than dignity
For children might make you poverty
an excuse to ursurp your privacy
Save and save
Each coin is a blessed grace
to pay your bills
when you are living extra days
It takes twenty years
for someone to support you
It will take thirty years
for you to support yourself
After fifty, if you die at seventy
for the long twenty years
who will support you?
27/10/93
You must think of your retirement
the day you start to work
when all the spending is done
the body will be weak to work
Who will support such weak bodies
used sugarcanes
that the state will disown speedily
Take some money put it aside
Nothing is better than dignity
For children might make you poverty
an excuse to ursurp your privacy
Save and save
Each coin is a blessed grace
to pay your bills
when you are living extra days
It takes twenty years
for someone to support you
It will take thirty years
for you to support yourself
After fifty, if you die at seventy
for the long twenty years
who will support you?
27/10/93
Business Talk
BUSINESS TALK
there is no need
to have heroes and giants
neither myths or legends
no need in deed
to have writers or poets
even Nobel laureates
i do not have time for poetry
all i need is to make money
save it up in the banks properly
otherwise i'll be in poverty
when i die i will not have even a grave
this country has no use of people who are dead
that is why we have left ancestral worship
for stocks and bonds salesmanship.
the issue here is bread and butter
if we lose it then people will flutter
to foreign soil in search of better pasture.
so
there is no need
to have heroes and giants
neither myths or legends......
there is no need
to have heroes and giants
neither myths or legends
no need in deed
to have writers or poets
even Nobel laureates
i do not have time for poetry
all i need is to make money
save it up in the banks properly
otherwise i'll be in poverty
when i die i will not have even a grave
this country has no use of people who are dead
that is why we have left ancestral worship
for stocks and bonds salesmanship.
the issue here is bread and butter
if we lose it then people will flutter
to foreign soil in search of better pasture.
so
there is no need
to have heroes and giants
neither myths or legends......
Kunci
KUNCI
i am a prisoner of love
and you hold the kunci.
My body is tired and exhausted
why don't you let me be free?
i have made love a thousand times
sang poetry and danced to make you glee.
All i ask of you now
please,
won't you let this old man be free.
i am a prisoner of love
and you hold the kunci.
My body is tired and exhausted
why don't you let me be free?
i have made love a thousand times
sang poetry and danced to make you glee.
All i ask of you now
please,
won't you let this old man be free.
Hohem Salzburg Fortress
Hohem Salzburg Fortress
A
i stand on vulture tower
and see the town down below
the tiredness of climbing here
is lost as i see the sun's glow
i sit and wonder softly
about the sun, place and time
looking backward in time gone by
who else did watch the sun
B
sun sets today
like every other day
only i am here
to add history to this place
in my mini... life pages
i have visited this fortress
Why?
i wonder relentlessly.
Maybe i died on the very steep hills
and wanted to reach the towers
my life left my body
but my soul took the trouble
i am standing here wondering why
this place looks utterly familiar
it's totally bizarre, actually sad
i have been here at this towers.
It's a pity i do not know when
that i last saw the sunset
at this 600 year old castle
with mountains that lie far ahead
C
I am a tree
that did merrily see
million yellow sunsets
Housing dirty pigeons
keeping bloody history
standing tall and exhausted
if only I could speak
I could reveal the names
of great men who stood here before
watching the sun
pacing the place
to come up with their own ideas that glow
i am just a tree
in winter and summer
standing but nobody comes
like living poets
waiting for death
in plain printed pages.
A
i stand on vulture tower
and see the town down below
the tiredness of climbing here
is lost as i see the sun's glow
i sit and wonder softly
about the sun, place and time
looking backward in time gone by
who else did watch the sun
B
sun sets today
like every other day
only i am here
to add history to this place
in my mini... life pages
i have visited this fortress
Why?
i wonder relentlessly.
Maybe i died on the very steep hills
and wanted to reach the towers
my life left my body
but my soul took the trouble
i am standing here wondering why
this place looks utterly familiar
it's totally bizarre, actually sad
i have been here at this towers.
It's a pity i do not know when
that i last saw the sunset
at this 600 year old castle
with mountains that lie far ahead
C
I am a tree
that did merrily see
million yellow sunsets
Housing dirty pigeons
keeping bloody history
standing tall and exhausted
if only I could speak
I could reveal the names
of great men who stood here before
watching the sun
pacing the place
to come up with their own ideas that glow
i am just a tree
in winter and summer
standing but nobody comes
like living poets
waiting for death
in plain printed pages.
god created poets
god created poets
god created poets
for they see beauty in mundane things
Every piece of noise
is glorious symphony of voices.
can anyone capture or relate
the vibration of our inner soul
that even human seem to possess
that is pushed behind to regress
Can anyone filter the misery
and shed light to the darken stage
that presses us down in regret
The dreams i hold are not for me alone
but for future generations to come.
they will see the fruits of my dreams
and may they bless me in rhymes.
Poets have a ego flower in their mind
but do have scent of love in their heart
The mixture is seen when you read
the verses they create with rhymes
i am writing so many verses
just to delight foes and friends
they might loosen their tense faces
and let their souls breathe in
happiness again and again.
The words are but excuses
to match the thoughts i dream off
All the mistakes in languages
are caused for my subconscious thoughts
i love to write
i live to write
God created poets
for they see beauty in mundane things
god created poets
for they see beauty in mundane things
Every piece of noise
is glorious symphony of voices.
can anyone capture or relate
the vibration of our inner soul
that even human seem to possess
that is pushed behind to regress
Can anyone filter the misery
and shed light to the darken stage
that presses us down in regret
The dreams i hold are not for me alone
but for future generations to come.
they will see the fruits of my dreams
and may they bless me in rhymes.
Poets have a ego flower in their mind
but do have scent of love in their heart
The mixture is seen when you read
the verses they create with rhymes
i am writing so many verses
just to delight foes and friends
they might loosen their tense faces
and let their souls breathe in
happiness again and again.
The words are but excuses
to match the thoughts i dream off
All the mistakes in languages
are caused for my subconscious thoughts
i love to write
i live to write
God created poets
for they see beauty in mundane things
Life is the same
LIFE IS THE SAME
I
In Amsterdam, in a museum
among other things i notice a mirror
after gazing at the carved fringes
i peered into the golden mirror
and find to my shocking horror
that the person i knew was missing
surprisingly altogether.
II
i am happy to know
that others have lived
the very artistic way
that i want to live
with all my heart
in my ordinary way
i hope to achieve
the powerful key
to ignite all human mind
with all my poetry
III
Billions have increased in human species
but have we progressed artistically
Do the masses love poetry
or want to use a product aesthetically
In the cheapness of our economics
we create pigeon houses as buildings
all of us are fed and taken care of
but zest is lost and life a nightmare and regret
We have to feel the golden sunshine again
to revitalise the monetary chain
so our children may not feel ashamed
when they walk on the streets of Paris
they can proudly declare
that back home our life is the same.
I
In Amsterdam, in a museum
among other things i notice a mirror
after gazing at the carved fringes
i peered into the golden mirror
and find to my shocking horror
that the person i knew was missing
surprisingly altogether.
II
i am happy to know
that others have lived
the very artistic way
that i want to live
with all my heart
in my ordinary way
i hope to achieve
the powerful key
to ignite all human mind
with all my poetry
III
Billions have increased in human species
but have we progressed artistically
Do the masses love poetry
or want to use a product aesthetically
In the cheapness of our economics
we create pigeon houses as buildings
all of us are fed and taken care of
but zest is lost and life a nightmare and regret
We have to feel the golden sunshine again
to revitalise the monetary chain
so our children may not feel ashamed
when they walk on the streets of Paris
they can proudly declare
that back home our life is the same.
Amsterdam Twilight
Amsterdam Twilight
as the cold canals criss-crosses
on the banks bicycles bounces
there i sit and totally resist
the beauty that implodes in my brains
on a lovely evening in Amsterdam
on a bench near a blue pram
i sit and write, in joyful delight
about child, sky and living life
even the tall trees do feel proud
to be standing beside a monument
how can i not feel the light
of a mighty great generation
even the shadows have many shades
and i sit and do contemplate
about death and about life
and my poetry about twilight
as the cold canals criss-crosses
on the banks bicycles bounces
there i sit and totally resist
the beauty that implodes in my brains
on a lovely evening in Amsterdam
on a bench near a blue pram
i sit and write, in joyful delight
about child, sky and living life
even the tall trees do feel proud
to be standing beside a monument
how can i not feel the light
of a mighty great generation
even the shadows have many shades
and i sit and do contemplate
about death and about life
and my poetry about twilight
Eyes burning bright
Eyes burning bright
The eyes of the lamp-post
are burning bright
on an old man who is brooding
over his lost pride
The ugly faced monster of money
has eaten his youth alive
All past themes have lost
power meaning and delight
The walls surrounding our existence
is now falling down as rain
Angels are burnt by the vapour
that rises from our materialistic gain
Dreams are but dark omens
that will claw into your heart
To be alive is but a punishment
and death is only forgiveness
The rest of our life and existence
is left to our watching imagination.
The eyes of the lamp-post
are burning bright
on an old man who is brooding
over his lost pride
The ugly faced monster of money
has eaten his youth alive
All past themes have lost
power meaning and delight
The walls surrounding our existence
is now falling down as rain
Angels are burnt by the vapour
that rises from our materialistic gain
Dreams are but dark omens
that will claw into your heart
To be alive is but a punishment
and death is only forgiveness
The rest of our life and existence
is left to our watching imagination.
I need my own opinions
CONFUSION
am i guilty because
someone wrote the law
is my conscience pricking
the membrane of my soul.
We don't know how this world began
we listen to scientists
who didn't live then.
They tell, sell all their stuff with rational glue
the question is, is it really important?
Politicians have to make our lives
complicated
how else can they provide solutions
so they can get voted.
Solutions for problems that shouldn't exist
......
All things are calculated
from the time the sun stops
to the time the train leaves
from the time the rain drops.
To even the time you plant a kiss
all things are repeating
in a calculated fashion.
There is no human law
to make the sun shine,
to make the sky dark,
to make the clouds burst,
to make the grass grow, and
to make the tide rise and fall.
I am thinking. I need my own opinions.
am i guilty because
someone wrote the law
is my conscience pricking
the membrane of my soul.
We don't know how this world began
we listen to scientists
who didn't live then.
They tell, sell all their stuff with rational glue
the question is, is it really important?
Politicians have to make our lives
complicated
how else can they provide solutions
so they can get voted.
Solutions for problems that shouldn't exist
......
All things are calculated
from the time the sun stops
to the time the train leaves
from the time the rain drops.
To even the time you plant a kiss
all things are repeating
in a calculated fashion.
There is no human law
to make the sun shine,
to make the sky dark,
to make the clouds burst,
to make the grass grow, and
to make the tide rise and fall.
I am thinking. I need my own opinions.
Mother Earth
MOTHER EARTH
Can my mother hold so many sinners
who feed upon her beautiful fruits
and splatter disease and blood on her?
If she decides not to spin for a day
we will all be floating and dead
Imagine her losing her powerful axis
and gravity we know of will cease to exist
Imagine her failing to revolve
around the mighty golden sun
we think we are omnipotent
In reality we are adopted children
Placed here by the order of divine
The best things that can happen now
is for us to leave her wilderness alone
Why can't we repent and show regret
give credit and love where it belongs.
Can my mother hold so many sinners
who feed upon her beautiful fruits
and splatter disease and blood on her?
If she decides not to spin for a day
we will all be floating and dead
Imagine her losing her powerful axis
and gravity we know of will cease to exist
Imagine her failing to revolve
around the mighty golden sun
we think we are omnipotent
In reality we are adopted children
Placed here by the order of divine
The best things that can happen now
is for us to leave her wilderness alone
Why can't we repent and show regret
give credit and love where it belongs.
KUANG FUNG BAO YU
KUANG FUNG BAO YU
The rain is out of tune today
as i sit and wonder away
the wind flows through the concrete maze
and hits my soft face.
The dark sky shakes after every thunder
and the gods are at war today
somewhere a priest prays for humans
softly asking why humans are at war today.
and i sit here just watching
nature at play.
[ the title was given by my friend Aleric after reading the poem]
The rain is out of tune today
as i sit and wonder away
the wind flows through the concrete maze
and hits my soft face.
The dark sky shakes after every thunder
and the gods are at war today
somewhere a priest prays for humans
softly asking why humans are at war today.
and i sit here just watching
nature at play.
[ the title was given by my friend Aleric after reading the poem]
Trees
TREES
Like soldiers for inspection
they all line up in a row
some are spoilt and short
and others are very tall
But all of them are there
to signify human powers
to prevent the winds howling
and its destroying prowess
Switzerland
Like soldiers for inspection
they all line up in a row
some are spoilt and short
and others are very tall
But all of them are there
to signify human powers
to prevent the winds howling
and its destroying prowess
Switzerland
Dusk
DUSK
glittering water, glowing sun
setting slowly without a sound
reddish glow on the palm leaves
swaying in the gentle breeze
caressing waves and salty air
reddened sun ends the day.
(Sri Lanka )
glittering water, glowing sun
setting slowly without a sound
reddish glow on the palm leaves
swaying in the gentle breeze
caressing waves and salty air
reddened sun ends the day.
(Sri Lanka )
Dusk
DUSK
glittering water, glowing sun
setting slowly without a sound
reddish glow on the palm leaves
swaying in the gentle breeze
caressing waves and salty air
reddened sun ends the day.
(Sri Lanka )
glittering water, glowing sun
setting slowly without a sound
reddish glow on the palm leaves
swaying in the gentle breeze
caressing waves and salty air
reddened sun ends the day.
(Sri Lanka )
Sun Beams
SUN BEAMS
Rays of gold
hit my wall
to form patterns
unknown to me.
A free show like in a gallery
that pleases the soft eyes
and softens the souls totally.
Day after day
the very same patterns
change their hues
as the sun sets slowly.
Every morning and evening
without fail it beautifies
our houses with beams.
So many miles away
and yet the sun does create
joy and beauty
in virtual reality.
[inspired by Tagore]
Rays of gold
hit my wall
to form patterns
unknown to me.
A free show like in a gallery
that pleases the soft eyes
and softens the souls totally.
Day after day
the very same patterns
change their hues
as the sun sets slowly.
Every morning and evening
without fail it beautifies
our houses with beams.
So many miles away
and yet the sun does create
joy and beauty
in virtual reality.
[inspired by Tagore]
clouds
CLOUDS
White bright lovely clouds
mother of rain in sheer delight.
White, bright look-alike souls
but do you have indeed a soul?
Thick as oceans, wide as continents
resplendent in nature.
Moving above mountains on earth
maybe searching for a soul.
Malaysia 1989
White bright lovely clouds
mother of rain in sheer delight.
White, bright look-alike souls
but do you have indeed a soul?
Thick as oceans, wide as continents
resplendent in nature.
Moving above mountains on earth
maybe searching for a soul.
Malaysia 1989
Untouched
UNTOUCHED
trams have not invaded the
brown beautiful country-side
where rails and black roads
stretch to do justice
by not imposing themselves on nature
by slicing the paradise
i have not yet witnessed the aggression
when man took arms against nature.
but here i am totally dumbfounded
to see man within nature.
All the meadows are now grassland
and the living men are blessed then.
Men leading the march
for the sake of the gasping land.
Germany 1991
trams have not invaded the
brown beautiful country-side
where rails and black roads
stretch to do justice
by not imposing themselves on nature
by slicing the paradise
i have not yet witnessed the aggression
when man took arms against nature.
but here i am totally dumbfounded
to see man within nature.
All the meadows are now grassland
and the living men are blessed then.
Men leading the march
for the sake of the gasping land.
Germany 1991
Through a window
THROUGH A WINDOW
I
I saw green grass
and brown earth
side by side
allotted patches
stretching far and wide
till my eyes reaches
a hill covered with woods.
II
The sombre morning breakfast
on a moving train coach
kept my hunger below pain
as i headed eastwards,
in a warm cabin, for Salzburg
i see beautiful things.
Houses here and there
all scattered like wild stars
designed by artistic men
who never saw trains in their lives.
Cows and sheep
graze the wet land
all in tacit harmony
a silver wire separates
the meadow into boundaries.
The web of electrical lines
stretches from zone to zone
like the railway lines in the city
they slice the green meadows.
[Train ride… Europe 1991]
I
I saw green grass
and brown earth
side by side
allotted patches
stretching far and wide
till my eyes reaches
a hill covered with woods.
II
The sombre morning breakfast
on a moving train coach
kept my hunger below pain
as i headed eastwards,
in a warm cabin, for Salzburg
i see beautiful things.
Houses here and there
all scattered like wild stars
designed by artistic men
who never saw trains in their lives.
Cows and sheep
graze the wet land
all in tacit harmony
a silver wire separates
the meadow into boundaries.
The web of electrical lines
stretches from zone to zone
like the railway lines in the city
they slice the green meadows.
[Train ride… Europe 1991]
What separates us from Death
What separates us from Death?
What separates us from death?
The answer is music
The tunes of problems have
exhausted our living organs
The timing in life is abrupt
pointless and incongruent
We feel that there is no more music
can come out of this divine body
so we decide to leave it
and end this orchestratic melancholy
On our way passing the golden river
we hear the eternal tune,
the boatman sings and we can remember
when we were born
we heard it last and we cried.
Music
a fragment of freedom that we
have long forgotten
a parcel of peace that we
have since pursued
a channel for conversation that we
have carefully cherished.
What separates us from death?
The answer is music
The tunes of problems have
exhausted our living organs
The timing in life is abrupt
pointless and incongruent
We feel that there is no more music
can come out of this divine body
so we decide to leave it
and end this orchestratic melancholy
On our way passing the golden river
we hear the eternal tune,
the boatman sings and we can remember
when we were born
we heard it last and we cried.
Music
a fragment of freedom that we
have long forgotten
a parcel of peace that we
have since pursued
a channel for conversation that we
have carefully cherished.
Allegro
ALLEGRO
The railway tracks are meeting
and I am very joyful
as we head towards a journey
to meet Mozart in a time spool
i like to rewind the memories
of a great master's musical kid
who has silently inspired thousands
and me with wooden piano keys.
the cold winds are following
and i could feel the music in the wind
i just need some paper
to write the notes from within
The railway tracks are merging
and i head for Salzburg
i hope to find the notes
that made me write this verse.
The railway tracks are meeting
and I am very joyful
as we head towards a journey
to meet Mozart in a time spool
i like to rewind the memories
of a great master's musical kid
who has silently inspired thousands
and me with wooden piano keys.
the cold winds are following
and i could feel the music in the wind
i just need some paper
to write the notes from within
The railway tracks are merging
and i head for Salzburg
i hope to find the notes
that made me write this verse.
Allegro
ALLEGRO
The railway tracks are meeting
and I am very joyful
as we head towards a journey
to meet Mozart in a time spool
i like to rewind the memories
of a great master's musical kid
who has silently inspired thousands
and me with wooden piano keys.
the cold winds are following
and i could feel the music in the wind
i just need some paper
to write the notes from within
The railway tracks are merging
and i head for Salzburg
i hope to find the notes
that made me write this verse.
The railway tracks are meeting
and I am very joyful
as we head towards a journey
to meet Mozart in a time spool
i like to rewind the memories
of a great master's musical kid
who has silently inspired thousands
and me with wooden piano keys.
the cold winds are following
and i could feel the music in the wind
i just need some paper
to write the notes from within
The railway tracks are merging
and i head for Salzburg
i hope to find the notes
that made me write this verse.
DRUMS
DRUMS
The invigorating beats of the tai ko
felt like a cold morning shower
awakening the tired mind
raising it from slumber
The rhythmic kompang drums
felt like pounding heart beats
that made my body elated
with a joy of being crowned
The astounding miridangam sounds
like a meditative charm
awakening my powerless mind
shielding me from materialistic harm
The music of the drums
are enchanted flowers
blooming with an aroma
that delight as well as intrigue us
Music is alive within us all
and it is the language of the souls
that can uplift us and bind us all
The invigorating beats of the tai ko
felt like a cold morning shower
awakening the tired mind
raising it from slumber
The rhythmic kompang drums
felt like pounding heart beats
that made my body elated
with a joy of being crowned
The astounding miridangam sounds
like a meditative charm
awakening my powerless mind
shielding me from materialistic harm
The music of the drums
are enchanted flowers
blooming with an aroma
that delight as well as intrigue us
Music is alive within us all
and it is the language of the souls
that can uplift us and bind us all
Ode to Mozart
ODE TO MOZART
Mozart, I have been where you have been.
I have seen your life in other people's dreams
i am here to understand your vibration
that made a kid create a new tradition
a musical master both natured and nurtured
i read your letters that would make you a poet.
i need to know are you still inside there?
waiting for 200 years to be born
come down soon to display to us
the musical madness that is yours.
Let the world breathe
new fresh compositions
please be born again
to revive musical illusions.
i see the things that
inspired you
i breathe the damp air
that greeted you.
i am calmly absorbing
your musical vibrations
grasping the melody
of the planks you walked.
i have lost my rhythm
while listening to you
i wonder if the reader will know
in which concerto I'm speaking to you.
Mozart, I have been where you have been.
I have seen your life in other people's dreams
i am here to understand your vibration
that made a kid create a new tradition
a musical master both natured and nurtured
i read your letters that would make you a poet.
i need to know are you still inside there?
waiting for 200 years to be born
come down soon to display to us
the musical madness that is yours.
Let the world breathe
new fresh compositions
please be born again
to revive musical illusions.
i see the things that
inspired you
i breathe the damp air
that greeted you.
i am calmly absorbing
your musical vibrations
grasping the melody
of the planks you walked.
i have lost my rhythm
while listening to you
i wonder if the reader will know
in which concerto I'm speaking to you.
Paris
PARIS
food is cooked and prepared
with religious patience
they are then served slowly
with advancing army precision
sitting aimlessly on the terraces of Paris
this culinary vogue touches a chord
inside my mind that pictures an era
gone by, without me at all.
food is cooked and prepared
with religious patience
they are then served slowly
with advancing army precision
sitting aimlessly on the terraces of Paris
this culinary vogue touches a chord
inside my mind that pictures an era
gone by, without me at all.
Winter's Breeze
WINTER'S BREEZE
The cold winds are gushing
at my face, pushing
the very membrane
that keeps me warm
by silent shivering
i try to maintain
pocketing my palms to keep me warm.
Vienna, Austria
The cold winds are gushing
at my face, pushing
the very membrane
that keeps me warm
by silent shivering
i try to maintain
pocketing my palms to keep me warm.
Vienna, Austria
Man in Motion
MAN IN MOTION
Isn't it sad that life is thought
to be an agony to live
How glad am I to realise
that those words should
not to be even thought
or realised in our dreams
Many wonders are made
by man and god for us
To enjoy and realise ourselves
as children of this earth
No misery, no problem ever will
keep me down and out
For I have a secret medicine
given by the grace of god
When ever I do feel death
or some sadness filling me in
I just keep mind and body silent,
and pray peace within
Sitting alone ,all alone
amidst a talking, moving crowd
it is not easy but there is no other way out.
If you just try to succeed
then failures are only passing scenes in life.
Isn't it sad that life is thought
to be an agony to live
How glad am I to realise
that those words should
not to be even thought
or realised in our dreams
Many wonders are made
by man and god for us
To enjoy and realise ourselves
as children of this earth
No misery, no problem ever will
keep me down and out
For I have a secret medicine
given by the grace of god
When ever I do feel death
or some sadness filling me in
I just keep mind and body silent,
and pray peace within
Sitting alone ,all alone
amidst a talking, moving crowd
it is not easy but there is no other way out.
If you just try to succeed
then failures are only passing scenes in life.
How short is Life?
HOW SHORT IS lIFE?
How short is life
can only be known in death
when life separates the body
and leaves no visible track.
All the money, friends and family
will cease to be related
to the rotten flesh and dry bones.
Only the thoughts and deeds
of the dead man
will linger in the memory
of human race for eternity.
How short is life
can only be known in death
when life separates the body
and leaves no visible track.
All the money, friends and family
will cease to be related
to the rotten flesh and dry bones.
Only the thoughts and deeds
of the dead man
will linger in the memory
of human race for eternity.
The song ... in the wind
THE SONG...... IN THE WIND
I've always wondered of people who are great
From womb to grave they know their way
in the darkened corridor of their first home
A light of souls history must have seeped
like a song that constantly rings in the head
Endless singing, divine singing, Destiny speaking
The melody of the song became their blood
The tune itself burned into fiery spirit
the words transformed into rightful desires
And they worked and patiently created
And if in such moments when they fell
They heard the song whispered in the wind
The heart had fire centred with love
like the sun and its planet bonded but apart
They did their duty, suffered and rose
But walked humbly, living total apart
Listen, O Listen to the song in the wind
It could be playing the one for thee
Listen, O Listen very carefully
The song could change thy very destiny.
[ i was inspired by an old poem]
I've always wondered of people who are great
From womb to grave they know their way
in the darkened corridor of their first home
A light of souls history must have seeped
like a song that constantly rings in the head
Endless singing, divine singing, Destiny speaking
The melody of the song became their blood
The tune itself burned into fiery spirit
the words transformed into rightful desires
And they worked and patiently created
And if in such moments when they fell
They heard the song whispered in the wind
The heart had fire centred with love
like the sun and its planet bonded but apart
They did their duty, suffered and rose
But walked humbly, living total apart
Listen, O Listen to the song in the wind
It could be playing the one for thee
Listen, O Listen very carefully
The song could change thy very destiny.
[ i was inspired by an old poem]
EXPRESS LOVE
EXPRESS LOVE
Lust,
A naked belonging
Of touches and kisses
By lover or others
Only carnal charms
Romance,
A passionate feeling
Of promises and presents
By people to each other
Only friendship smiles
Love,
A blissful feeling
Of eternal bonding
By souls from silence
Only truth triumphs
Lust,
A naked belonging
Of touches and kisses
By lover or others
Only carnal charms
Romance,
A passionate feeling
Of promises and presents
By people to each other
Only friendship smiles
Love,
A blissful feeling
Of eternal bonding
By souls from silence
Only truth triumphs
Talk to me...
TALK TO ME...
talk
your mind is a tomb
symphony of flutes
talk
to me, just say anything
i can't see you like this
cold as a stone
talk
just mumble a few words
that do not have to rhyme
just say you are mine
talk
i can feel your coldness
though we stand together
i feel miserable
talk
to me, you owe me at least
the chance to revive
our lost love.
talk
your mind is a tomb
symphony of flutes
talk
to me, just say anything
i can't see you like this
cold as a stone
talk
just mumble a few words
that do not have to rhyme
just say you are mine
talk
i can feel your coldness
though we stand together
i feel miserable
talk
to me, you owe me at least
the chance to revive
our lost love.
Yearning
YEARNING
The train is late today
and gladly i sit
for i like the delay
i watch the common multitude
going totally hurly-burly
and i sit with no worry
the train is late today
and gladly i sit
hoping for a replay.
Germany. Bad Soden
The train is late today
and gladly i sit
for i like the delay
i watch the common multitude
going totally hurly-burly
and i sit with no worry
the train is late today
and gladly i sit
hoping for a replay.
Germany. Bad Soden
All the Angels have left...
ALL THE ANGELS
All the angels have left earth
sleep closely my dear
i can sing a song or two for you
so that your eyes can dream too
sleep closely my dear.
All my dreams have a colour of blood
i'll try my best so they do not flood
your soul deep inside your heart .
All the angels have left earth
you are the last one my dear
i can sing a song or two
please don't forget me
as you leave my dear.
All the angels have left earth
sleep closely my dear
i can sing a song or two for you
so that your eyes can dream too
sleep closely my dear.
All my dreams have a colour of blood
i'll try my best so they do not flood
your soul deep inside your heart .
All the angels have left earth
you are the last one my dear
i can sing a song or two
please don't forget me
as you leave my dear.
Rapist
RAPIST
A
As he washed the face of a bad night
He couldn't avoid a wave of fright
when he remembered the horror
of the rape he did last night.
He is a make believe human being
accustomed to the roars of raping
He had a fleeting mechanical illusion
with malice and evil inspiration.
I
She wasn't the only one who thought so
nor the last one to ever realise
that male friends are not meant to be
trusted immediately at first sight.
She did not have a shudder of fear
when friends shared the bed and her
Though she was not for human sale
she was raffled over to other males.
She had a very drunken memory
about a dream of some plastic trees
Sadly, she didn't recognise the omen
and slept with the morning demons.
II
She lay face down on the dark path
her boyfriend fled without a fight
Her face all bruised but she had no tears
only shame and deadly fears.
Only one thing she can remember now
that he was holding her by her soft hair
with his powerful vicious left hand
and beating her face with the other.
B
Rape to him is a serious affection
without disorder of love and questions
How alone women are in the world
When rape victim is the only criminal?
A
As he washed the face of a bad night
He couldn't avoid a wave of fright
when he remembered the horror
of the rape he did last night.
He is a make believe human being
accustomed to the roars of raping
He had a fleeting mechanical illusion
with malice and evil inspiration.
I
She wasn't the only one who thought so
nor the last one to ever realise
that male friends are not meant to be
trusted immediately at first sight.
She did not have a shudder of fear
when friends shared the bed and her
Though she was not for human sale
she was raffled over to other males.
She had a very drunken memory
about a dream of some plastic trees
Sadly, she didn't recognise the omen
and slept with the morning demons.
II
She lay face down on the dark path
her boyfriend fled without a fight
Her face all bruised but she had no tears
only shame and deadly fears.
Only one thing she can remember now
that he was holding her by her soft hair
with his powerful vicious left hand
and beating her face with the other.
B
Rape to him is a serious affection
without disorder of love and questions
How alone women are in the world
When rape victim is the only criminal?
Nightmares
Nightmares
Hi there, don't be alarmed
These are just bloody words
that crossed my mind
when death did come
Take your time, do not run
sit on a chair, sip a cup of tea
and have a dosage of black poetry
that blood has a share in eternity
I really hope you'll find it strange
to read something that you already know
like when the shadow calls your name
when you are in the dark, all alone
Looking at the mirror of life
many eyes are corridors to evil heart
an evil is trespassing whenever you read
a page that belongs to the demon
we turn weak and then fragile
trying to fight insanity by blowing the wind
our of the head that is breathing
the secret yantras of the dead and despised
Are you still that all intact
or your scared soul has fled
and left you a corpse with worms
Being dead is worse than a nightmare.
Hi there, don't be alarmed
These are just bloody words
that crossed my mind
when death did come
Take your time, do not run
sit on a chair, sip a cup of tea
and have a dosage of black poetry
that blood has a share in eternity
I really hope you'll find it strange
to read something that you already know
like when the shadow calls your name
when you are in the dark, all alone
Looking at the mirror of life
many eyes are corridors to evil heart
an evil is trespassing whenever you read
a page that belongs to the demon
we turn weak and then fragile
trying to fight insanity by blowing the wind
our of the head that is breathing
the secret yantras of the dead and despised
Are you still that all intact
or your scared soul has fled
and left you a corpse with worms
Being dead is worse than a nightmare.
In Search of Words
"IN SEARCH OF WORDS"
The poems in here are fresh attempts
to capture our times and various realms.
But they do bring out the art of poetry
a vibrant modern spirit of discovery.
Their concern is but for common humanity
without the disorder of any human ideology.
There is now no time to brand all of them
and move aside if you do not walk with them.
Hands held high with a poetic pen
they are marching to form a poetic clan
Creating to fill the dearth of our poetry
by using the ink of our mega-prosperity.
Educated youths entranced by pulsating words
are searching words for their modern verse.
They are filling the chasm of yesterday and today
for you to re-live your memories by reading everyday.
Enlarging the circumference of our mind
by wording the intensity of life.
Only poetry can release the essence
of our sad mundane Singaporean lives.
The poems in here are fresh attempts
to capture our times and various realms.
But they do bring out the art of poetry
a vibrant modern spirit of discovery.
Their concern is but for common humanity
without the disorder of any human ideology.
There is now no time to brand all of them
and move aside if you do not walk with them.
Hands held high with a poetic pen
they are marching to form a poetic clan
Creating to fill the dearth of our poetry
by using the ink of our mega-prosperity.
Educated youths entranced by pulsating words
are searching words for their modern verse.
They are filling the chasm of yesterday and today
for you to re-live your memories by reading everyday.
Enlarging the circumference of our mind
by wording the intensity of life.
Only poetry can release the essence
of our sad mundane Singaporean lives.
Kindness
KINDNESS
I came and solved the problem
not because i had the solution
but because i refuse any journey
in which ego and anger were fellow travelers.
There are many moments in life we do see
that conversations are soon moving into accusations
that soon encompasses past history of sadness
The next thing you know the cycle repeats itself.
Clear thought with pure heart and mind is needed
to solve trivial matters or unrelated major ones.
The skill is in the sacred hands of the mediator
who can hurt no pride or ego of the questioned one.
The problem has now become a challenge
all are happy at the turn of the incidents.
Let the good nature in us hold hands together
and solve life crisis as humans with kindness.
I came and solved the problem
not because i had the solution
but because i refuse any journey
in which ego and anger were fellow travelers.
There are many moments in life we do see
that conversations are soon moving into accusations
that soon encompasses past history of sadness
The next thing you know the cycle repeats itself.
Clear thought with pure heart and mind is needed
to solve trivial matters or unrelated major ones.
The skill is in the sacred hands of the mediator
who can hurt no pride or ego of the questioned one.
The problem has now become a challenge
all are happy at the turn of the incidents.
Let the good nature in us hold hands together
and solve life crisis as humans with kindness.
Living Her Life
Living her life.
Let the world realise that such a woman did live
on this planet of man made Satan and sins
let the world leave the memories all alone
like the clouds gazing but not touching the moon
we have not felt the tribulations within her heart
never heard the howls of the clouds when it cries
never seen the scenes that wall papered her mind.
never felt the colour of sadness that crowds her lives.
is it easy to live the life that you preach to the others?
feel the gnawing drill on the tooth of our life
decaying in luxury, will feel pain after delight.
please feel for her, and cherish her pride.
curse the souls that condemn her for living her life.
Let the world realise that such a woman did live
on this planet of man made Satan and sins
let the world leave the memories all alone
like the clouds gazing but not touching the moon
we have not felt the tribulations within her heart
never heard the howls of the clouds when it cries
never seen the scenes that wall papered her mind.
never felt the colour of sadness that crowds her lives.
is it easy to live the life that you preach to the others?
feel the gnawing drill on the tooth of our life
decaying in luxury, will feel pain after delight.
please feel for her, and cherish her pride.
curse the souls that condemn her for living her life.
Priorities
PRIORITIES
When a man can queue
for hours to buy a 4-D
and quietly wait patiently
to buy a noodle delicacy
you may feel very happy
for this human quality
But then you realise
that he listens not to music
nor even read short poetry
All his life he is just queuing up
in mundane reality
When a man can queue
for hours to buy a 4-D
and quietly wait patiently
to buy a noodle delicacy
you may feel very happy
for this human quality
But then you realise
that he listens not to music
nor even read short poetry
All his life he is just queuing up
in mundane reality
Extinction
EXTINCTION
even the clouds have lost
their moist beauty
as they brush against
monuments of humanity
even the seasons seem to have spared
the arrogance of corrosion
to annihilate every human possession
it will take only the mundane humans
as an example, patriotic Germans
to destroy human mind soul and spirit
to show that ugly side of human demons.
even the clouds have lost
their moist beauty
as they brush against
monuments of humanity
even the seasons seem to have spared
the arrogance of corrosion
to annihilate every human possession
it will take only the mundane humans
as an example, patriotic Germans
to destroy human mind soul and spirit
to show that ugly side of human demons.
Kitsch
KITSCH
All this could not have been achieved
by didactic dogmatic democracy.
They have lived simple life
and they all think they owe it to democracy.
Like a deaf and dumb man with a dream
they would not be able to simply explain.
The inner workings of simple minds
that created a regime from a grassland.
Sad are those who led
sadder are those who just followed.
All this could not have been achieved
by didactic dogmatic democracy.
They have lived simple life
and they all think they owe it to democracy.
Like a deaf and dumb man with a dream
they would not be able to simply explain.
The inner workings of simple minds
that created a regime from a grassland.
Sad are those who led
sadder are those who just followed.
Streets of Zurich
STREETS OF ZURICH
The streets of Zurich are not really safe
as i felt fear and sweat
when walking very late
needles of illusion
and needless to say
scares the mental peace
when walking that place
i need law and i need safety
though i am not a citizen
doesn't the visitor need sanity.
The streets of Zurich are not really safe
as i felt fear and sweat
when walking very late
needles of illusion
and needless to say
scares the mental peace
when walking that place
i need law and i need safety
though i am not a citizen
doesn't the visitor need sanity.
Atma
Atma
We reached the cloudy Miami airport
totally exhausted and wringing in pain
the travel had pierced the peace
and weakened the body and brain
You exchange forceful words and
that leads to sanguine conversations
It does not really matter
what mundane matter was digested
The flight across the wavy oceans
and the vast continents below
made us feel like white soul-birds
flying above the tresses of mother-earth
The prison in the air moved faster
caressing the white clouds of maidens
the soul and mind is temporarily lost
for they are at different places
like a broken bow with Rama behind.
Do we have to be reminded like a curse
that we are just humans in this universe?
The space and scattered hopes that surround us
belittles our dancing spirit and ocean imagination,
the sun was up all day up in the mighty heaven
and we have taken a metallic chariot ride
to speak to god by using our souls as our voice.
The view from the glass window by my side
is a sealed spring that awaits to capture my
empty spaces where no words dare to trespass
nor scrolls of fires can burn the sad graves
of karmic past without mighty god's grace.
Atma the traveler in all ages and time
do not like the grave of empty spaces
that begins no where and ends anywhere
Empty spaces are dialogues of our past-play
that has to be erased from our mourning memory
only those fragrance of merit is passed on to reality
like new clothes worn and adored on Deepavali.
We reached the cloudy Miami airport
totally exhausted and wringing in pain
the travel had pierced the peace
and weakened the body and brain
You exchange forceful words and
that leads to sanguine conversations
It does not really matter
what mundane matter was digested
The flight across the wavy oceans
and the vast continents below
made us feel like white soul-birds
flying above the tresses of mother-earth
The prison in the air moved faster
caressing the white clouds of maidens
the soul and mind is temporarily lost
for they are at different places
like a broken bow with Rama behind.
Do we have to be reminded like a curse
that we are just humans in this universe?
The space and scattered hopes that surround us
belittles our dancing spirit and ocean imagination,
the sun was up all day up in the mighty heaven
and we have taken a metallic chariot ride
to speak to god by using our souls as our voice.
The view from the glass window by my side
is a sealed spring that awaits to capture my
empty spaces where no words dare to trespass
nor scrolls of fires can burn the sad graves
of karmic past without mighty god's grace.
Atma the traveler in all ages and time
do not like the grave of empty spaces
that begins no where and ends anywhere
Empty spaces are dialogues of our past-play
that has to be erased from our mourning memory
only those fragrance of merit is passed on to reality
like new clothes worn and adored on Deepavali.
LOST INSIDE
LOST INSIDE
i am feeling lonely
concrete buildings surround me.
i search in vain and pain why is my heart crying
i am scared
worried of my deeds indeed
i tell no one of sinister monsters deep within me
i need someone
to tell my woes and anguish
i look around who isn't busy mind idling
i once dreamt
of love, kindness of motherly care
i left it at home when my parents left with death
i am searching
but my filled wallets tell no joy
i wonder if this paper is actually satan's ploy
i look at you
and you and you with glittering eyes
i feel so sad that you are creating to plagiarise
i think slowly
with my fingers clenched in fury
i am a mad man that the world disowned speedily
i smile at myself
people all glance without looking
i walk away so as to spoil their sympathy
i know now that
i know nothing truly
i realise feelings sometimes transcends activity
i beg you
not to tell anyone who dares not ask
i ask questions which are answers in disguise
i speak to
no one who speaks to others
i can speak to myself in silence amidst others
i am lost inside
like stars in bright daylight
i existed without exiting exciting pride
i tried it out
silence, silence, silence
i know no other relishing peaceful medicine
i tell no lies
winning, earning have no pleasure
i can't live when chosen leaders measure
i smell roses,
flowers all free at the park
i stage dramas in my head inside the dark
i feel happy
all this are lessons to be laughed
i am happy to be breathing and to be alive
i am feeling lonely
concrete buildings surround me.
i search in vain and pain why is my heart crying
i am scared
worried of my deeds indeed
i tell no one of sinister monsters deep within me
i need someone
to tell my woes and anguish
i look around who isn't busy mind idling
i once dreamt
of love, kindness of motherly care
i left it at home when my parents left with death
i am searching
but my filled wallets tell no joy
i wonder if this paper is actually satan's ploy
i look at you
and you and you with glittering eyes
i feel so sad that you are creating to plagiarise
i think slowly
with my fingers clenched in fury
i am a mad man that the world disowned speedily
i smile at myself
people all glance without looking
i walk away so as to spoil their sympathy
i know now that
i know nothing truly
i realise feelings sometimes transcends activity
i beg you
not to tell anyone who dares not ask
i ask questions which are answers in disguise
i speak to
no one who speaks to others
i can speak to myself in silence amidst others
i am lost inside
like stars in bright daylight
i existed without exiting exciting pride
i tried it out
silence, silence, silence
i know no other relishing peaceful medicine
i tell no lies
winning, earning have no pleasure
i can't live when chosen leaders measure
i smell roses,
flowers all free at the park
i stage dramas in my head inside the dark
i feel happy
all this are lessons to be laughed
i am happy to be breathing and to be alive
Lead me on
LEAD ME ON
i walk hand in hand with God
Once i used to lead him
and he would just follow
Till we are lost and I'm in despair
he still would not lead me
i asked him why he didn't
lead me when i was down
He simply turned around and said
he was waiting for me to ask instead
i walk hand in hand with God
Once i used to lead him
and he would just follow
Till we are lost and I'm in despair
he still would not lead me
i asked him why he didn't
lead me when i was down
He simply turned around and said
he was waiting for me to ask instead
i, beyond me
i, BEYOND ME
my hands are too small
to hold my dreams and visions
so i lay them to rest
upon the hands of the Almighty
The strength i receive
is not only moral and physical
But has a profound
keenness of human spirituality
Things around me have
stopped movement momentarily
i have become the centre
of the workings surrounding me
am i blessed
or is it my misfortune?
i seek HIS help
for whatever the reason
for now i am more happy
and less ignorant
even when i don't know the reason
or the ways of this prison.
my hands are too small
to hold my dreams and visions
so i lay them to rest
upon the hands of the Almighty
The strength i receive
is not only moral and physical
But has a profound
keenness of human spirituality
Things around me have
stopped movement momentarily
i have become the centre
of the workings surrounding me
am i blessed
or is it my misfortune?
i seek HIS help
for whatever the reason
for now i am more happy
and less ignorant
even when i don't know the reason
or the ways of this prison.
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