The Lake, a Mirror
The lake is calm, and reflecting, on the surface
Its face, turning into a perfect glass mirror
Look inside her, and catch a glimpse of your own face
Perchance, you too can reflect, just like her
The lake, she is here to stay, but you’re a stranger, a traveller
Just passing through, now here, and then gone, thither
Just like the cotton clouds above
One moment there, the next gone
Gone with the winds, to the mountains beyond
So watch what your hands do
Pay attention to where your steps will take you
Or what kinds of footsteps you would leave behind
And think always of the lake where it lies, to the sky just supine
She is but just one of the mirrors made for you
A Life Lived
A life lived, and well
Will induce tears when we die,
Tears shed for us,
Of sadness for we have left,
Tears which say,
our leaving has created a void,
A void in them, hard to fill
Tears which say,
We would have been loved,
As much as we have loved.
Our whole life,
‘Tis like a novel,
A compilation of stories,
And recalls of moments, so meaningful,
It would also be,
A collection of poetry,
Describing our feats, trials and triumphs,
Of a never ending quest,
To live such life to the fullest;
A meaningful one,
Worthy of being alive,
In this momentary, temporal realm.
A life lived,
In such a way that people,
And our loved ones, are not happy,
To see us leave this world;
Their tears for us,
Mean that they are sad,
That we are leaving them behind;
That our leaving,
Has created a void, inside,
Waiting to be filled up,
or may never be so;
That our life has been,
A venerable virtue for them,
All as was intended, meant to be,
This life is saying,
To be or not to be;
That you or I must choose,
Between two courses,
Of thoughts or actions,
And to remember our dying,
And hence, to try so to live,
Such that our death,
Brings no pleasure to the world;
Instead, on our departure,
Copious tears are shed,
In sadness, but are also sincere,
Poetic statements of love,
Care and sweet memories.
And despite being given,
Only one chance,
To write our story, Yes
Our narrative here on this Earth,
That one story, should have been,
A meaningful, impactful, sincere,
And an honest testimonial,
To whom we are;
A truly loving tale, overall,
Complete, truly representative.
Dateline:
3.01 PM,
February 18, 2025
Onboard Flight OD 1639
KCH/KUL
Just Be A Lover
Like kids in a huge toy land,
In this place called ‘Never-Never Land’
We are often frantic, and out of control
A delusional crowd, whilst on parol
We’re all a picker, a gleaner, and fast
Kids in a toy shop, grabbing, and taking
Balance will be realised, post the grabbing
For the state of imbalance, it can’t last
So just be a lover, like the full moon
Shining in the night, pining for the sun
Being in fullness, will be yours soon
As the day break, will bring you the sun
Light has no reason, to be scared
As darkness is only there to ensure
Its brilliance, and majesty is ensnared
Oneness of existence, being the measure
Dateline:
8.30 AM
February 2, 2025
Shah Alam, Selangor DE
I like Mountains
I like mountains, all the time
For they are steadfast
And they don’t change over time
No matter how slow, or fast, time flies
Seasons may come, and may go
But mountains remain ever, so steadily
O’er the ages even, they’ll wait patiently
For the climber, to come along
I like mountains, so steadily
They are truthful, and trustworthy
They don’t change their tune
To suit the flavour, of the moment
They don’t mind, the clouds a shrouding
Neither the snow, nor the rain, spelting
They’ll sit there and wait, and wait
Come what may, they’ll choose to stay
I like mountains, a wise counsellor
They remain true to their nature
They are a constant reminder
To stay the course, come what may
Dateline:
11.39 AM
Padang on Wheels
Shah Alam
Selangor DE
Solitude for Refuge
Sometimes, I prefer to be alone,
Not because, I like loneliness,
I value solitude, being on my own,
Away from the company, of the raucous
Sometimes, in the company of others,
Loneliness will show up, most sharply,
Solitude bites, in being away from others,
Calm in stillness, removed from the many.
‘Tis good to be alone, from time to time,
Such aloneness, is but a peaceful solitude,
A choice of refuge, in the march of time;
A moment of reflection, to build fortitude.
Dateline:
11.36 AM
January 23, 2025
Shah Alam, Selangor DE
