poetry

… conjured while driving

5th October 2024. 1 Min read

author at Kurashiki, Japan in the 90s

Every morning, the world is at my feet

I know that I can explore any street

My mind is free as can be 

Because everything is up to me

My battles are not on the battlefield

Instead they often reside in my mind field

Where troubles may brew and grew

If I do not tame my imagination shrew

One’s mind conjures up anything that’s possible

Usually negative and implausible

Sometimes they really goes out of hand

They spoil an otherwise perfect plan

The heart feels before the mind knows 

Because the heart rules and the mind goes 

So tamper the ill feelings in the heart 

That would be a very good start

Don’t let others’ problems mar your day

Since you can’t control anyway

Set first your heart at peace

Others will see and stop their beasts

Life is wonderful as it is

Seize the day always with ease

Life can go by like a breeze

If you  first set your heart at peace

6/9/24. 1 min read poetry

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Time is an artist

It’s like a brush

Based on what one experiences

It paints on each individual life canvas

It sketches, strikes and even smudges it

On hindsight

Those painful encounters and sleepless nights

Have all morphed into a faint vista by the hands of time

We may reminisce about the slight scars by now

But time has healed them

Time, with its invisible hands

Works its magic without us knowing

The pain may no longer be palpable

Because we have learned to let go and finally dismissed them.

Time has healed us

Life’s ups and downs is the normal state of affairs

It’s usual to be surrounded by a period of darkness at times

A situation of hopelessness, despair and even grief

Leave it in the capable hands of Time

For Time is patient, perpetual and palliative

Time will heal us

Take heart,

You do your part when challenged

With each determined step to move forward

Only with courage, growth and zeal

You will seize whatever Success, Serenity and Seventh Heaven

That rightfully belongs to you

…when it happens to you, remember

6/9/24 1 min read poetry

There is loss and gain

It is the circle of life

Be at peace with it

1/9/24. 1 min poetry

Author at The Maldives in the 90s

I worry about nothing because nothing is permanent

I worry about nothing because one cannot do anything about what one cannot control

I worry about nothing as I have a choice not to worry

I worry about nothing because tomorrow I may not be around

I worry about nothing because all problems are created by self

You have all the answers to unravel your worries

When you have no more worries,

I bet you will find things to worry about

Because that’s human nature and instinct

Do what you can

Believe that all things shall pass

And Prayer may bring you a miracle

15/8/24 1 min read Poetry

In the midst of all the media storms

Where heroes rise

And villains fall

Consuming news daily like never before

Remember your own spectacular life

How you have taken up challenges and won

They had seemed impossible, you had sworn

Realise that we are all winners in our own ways

Pat and praise yourselves each day

The victor is in us yet we look around

God’s Grace to us abounds

15/8/24. 1 min read Poetry

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It is the restless clock

I have watched its tireless hands

Swipe off me, second by second

Some may feel it’s trivial

Others will sense it’s futile

This everlasting march of time

One considers sacred and sublime

It has bypassed me in my ignorant youth and in my restless adulthood

But now, in my senior years, time is as precious as gold, as perishable as food, and as elusive as the fleeting cloud

Time generates encounters, feelings, and actions

In which one has the ultimate control over matters

What had passed transpired as lessons for a better tomorrow

What is to come is the opportunity to achieve what one deems meaningful

Let not this ally slip away

Like a true, faithful friend waiting to build a dream with you

But may vanish with your inaction