Bintulu's beauty

 The Bintulu sunset awashes its brilliance,

Upon the sea, waves and beach,

The solitary rock has seen,

The peace and beauty,

Of this strip of land, 

Where cicadas sing and casuarinas whisper,

The music of love and song of hearts,

And footprints in the sand, 

On this beach we call love.

MOOD

23 March,2013.

Windswept Lawn

Like a bird one day
I was out in the open air
been there by the old casuarina branch
that I used to watch and sing
at the garden steps below.

It was a tiny lawn
recently mowed
the cuttings were dry
shrivelled and brown.

The patio was quiet
a little breeze blew
moved the scattered leaves
the silent chimes too.

The mood was rustic
this warm return hollow
where I while away
my moments in time
and take flight when the day is done.

Said I:
Here's indeed a place to rest
to seek a peaceful mind
that will remember and recall
this windswept lawn
the patio and the trees
I wished to be my own.


MOOD, 29 June '08.

( The above graphics done in Kuching  and shared on FB on 26 May, 2020.)

Country Peace

The rustling leaves,
Brings that wondrous feeling
The town people miss
Called country peace.
There is low silence,
Deep in its shallowness,
Forever going
Forever reaching.
I lie in the open air,
Letting the breeze blow
My ruffled hair
My face too
Rubbing it softly
But earthly through.
Natural quietness,
Is a comforting cushion
That balms the mind
From earthly confusion.
I love nature,
And its rustling leaves
The quietness of mind
Whatever good nature gives.
I thank nature for it leaves,
My thoughtful mind
Well at peace
Rich at ease.


MOOD, 1974.