poetry

……the futility of arguing and fighting

11 th July 2025 1 min read

Photo by Afif Ramdhasuma on Unsplash

A little more understanding

A little more love

A little bit of humility

And you get what you deserve

People are blinded by how they feel

It’s their feelings that are hurt

Even if they are wrong

In their hearts, there is always a happy song

It’s not for you to ruin it

Nor for you to expose it

You will always be countered

So it’s best that they are discounted

No more arguments

No more fights

Truth eventually will surface

You will finally know who’s right

But the one who is wrong

Still stands firm on his ground

Such is the essence of human nature

So don’t go round and round

25tj April 2025 Poetry 1 min read

painting by Tamsyn

Thank you for the most meaningful parting

From which we know we have never parted

For the lovely manuscript pen that will bring out the best in me

Elegant writing that I never thought could flow  from a magic nib

For the fragrant sleep potion that will transport me to Neverland 

A balm that will soothe my restless spirit

For your painting on the card that will inspire me to dig deeper to discover my talents if any

With your delightful creation of an idyllic landscape

You are blessed with a multitude of talents

Bestowed with a disarming charm

Endowed with an infinite grit

Gifted with a beautiful countenance

Graced with compassion and composure 

Let these traits rub off onto me, friend

Like infusing my old veins with your blood 

Sounds gory I know

But that definitely will do me good

….of my cat, Musa

12th April 2025 1 min read (poetry)

Musa chilling at home

Musa is the epitome of a balanced life

She is an early riser, as she sneaks out beneath the gate each morning

And goes to view the world –

The working crowd at the bus stop

Those exercising at the courts

Her mates who prefer to stay behind gilded gates, fearful

Then she comes home satisfied, drinks her water and basks in the sun

Does her part to guard the gate albeit for a while

She understands how the world ticks

She has seen the harried life of humans, their foibles and their insecurities despite their wealth

Musa then seeks out the spaces in the house to chill

Of which there are plenty

In a home where she is loved

Though not necessarily in the first place

On the table tops, on the sofa and chairs, behind huge potted plants

Resting her spirit, avoiding one comrade cat who detests her

She always seeks solitude

Living simple, eating just enough and pondering

Looking forward each day to rule the world again, alone but highly contented and free

After all, she has two passive incomes, a maid and a chef.

A coveted, charmed life

29th March 2025. 2 min read Poetry

Morning dawns

It refreshes and rejuvenates us

A day for a new beginning 

Woes of the day before have passed

Troubles seem so insignificant on this bright, cheery morning

The Gentle morning sun greets us

Without us acknowledging it

Her rays stroke us to detoxify 

Her warmth soften our aching muscles 

She Imbues us with an invisible power to last our lifetimes

Koel birds go “u-woo, Robins and blackbirds join the dawn chorus

Signifying a renewal of strength to handle the challenges of the day

And displaying the sounds of happiness 

Inviting all to join in cheering life

Alluring Morning glories unfurl early

Musky Jasmine flowers bloom and blossom to delight the senses

Dainty ‘Oda’ Orchid peaks in its fragrance at this time

Have we forsaken nature

As we go about our days 

Hurried and harried, and probably hurt 

Stressed by the challenges of the day and one’s relentless expectations to meet

Wrecked physically

Ravaged emotionally

Diminished spiritually

Forsaking the Power of Nature that is ever-present and everlasting?

Then, Rise early in the morning

Be captivated, invigorated and rehabilitated by nature

These are free for you and me 

But they start in the mornings

There are no troubles that cannot be alleviated or solved

As long as one lives well

In tandem wirh nature

Only if you start early enough to savor it.

thro’ the eyes of a dentist 26/1/25 1 min read

Paris makes me fat—-at a cafe many years ago

Occasionally, my life experiences spur me to write what I think is poetry but it is certainly not to many.

Poetry may be poetry to one but not to another because people view it differently.

Some great poetry appears incomprehensible to me due to my limited understanding of its expressions, its cultures and its history.

I wish I could bathe in the words of a poem, excited, enraptured and enlightened. That will be a remarkable poem.

I wish I could feel the sentiments in the depths of my soul to become better in what I want to do or become. It means the poem has inspired me.

I wish I could reach the level of nirvana where they can light up one’s mind and its potential. It means that poem has power.

I consider it a great poem if when I read the words;

they make my heart sing and my feet dance

they paint vistas in my mind as if I am watching a movie

their narrative awakens my soul and refreshes me.

Some are gifted to write poetry, some are entrusted by Divine powers to write poetry and some experiences life in its myriad ways to write.

I belong to the last group and hope that one day I will make at least one memorable poem.

25th Jan 2025. 1 min read

……….. at beautiful Aomori Spring Resort

Winter is here and I want to ski

But am caught on a steep slope I wish to flee

There is no turning back

It’s a challenge I need to crack

When all seems futile

And I am alone

I must summon courage from God

As it’s pointless to moan

My brain goes into a fast thinking mode

Past lessons emerge, enabling me to cope

No situation ever gets so dire

As long as my belly is on fire

I am finally down to the base with

great relief

As I look back at the course with disbelief

I have had an unexpected test

And discover that strength from God is the best