A New 2009

Everyday in one tiny way
I be better , a lot wiser
That which swayed me by night
Unfetters by end of day
For the simplest truth I believe
Is to unveil and let barren my soul
To the Light of Day
To bathe in its Reason
And harvest her Intelligence.
So let go the load
This heavy heart carries
By which my alert life
Gains the little successes
And significant breakthroughs
The whole wide world need not reason by.
Just by the light breeze
The veil is lift
And with a determined hold
A fling casts tight
What is held with lesser might
Soar then high like a free hornbill fly
And breathe not the dirt below
To herald each waking day
With a freshness of mind and spirit anew
So my light tracks in living
Be blessed by the numbered days
Of every affirmation I daily claim
Made possible by the Majesty and Beauty
That my searching heart cry
Between the night slumber and
The twitter of a new day.


MOOD
1 January,2009.

A Thousand Thoughts

Like dried leaves

On the jungle path

These thoughts have piled my mind

Through long, quiet country roads

Do you love your country?

Have we not filled the glass vase

A flower, bract and fragrance too

To seek out not too far of the beauty

Within our immediate garden

Of Life's greatness

That tenderly sew our longing

Of living, striving and winning

A thousand efforts

Honest ones that bespeaks our toil

Atop mountains and valley floors

Criss-crossing many conceptual maps

A career profile, a bio-data of a humane me

Have sparked a forwardness

Mindful of a blessed life has been

A tiny walk tomorrow may be

But must we plan

A thousand moves

For the success of tomorrow

Erupts from a fallen seed today

By a forest clearing

That shoots our labour of love

Henceforth the garden of tomorrow.

MOOD
1st January,2009.

Konvo Day

It was on Konvo Day
and I was on my way
from K.L. to Pulau Pinang
rocking away by railway.

I saw all around me
left, right, centre, forward
that obsessive word
money, money, money.

The train fare
the lounge suite
the photos and the food
savoured all my money away

How could poor souls survive
worrying about money
eats up my soul
every single hour,
every single day.


MOOD, 17.6.74

The Night and Me ( in six parts)

I
It was a cold July night
the rains have stopped
early in the evening
coolness was felt
the night was dark
the streets quiet
roads were free
the buildings in rows
only the blurred images
of the neon lights
did I see.

Here from above
the multitude of houses
I came down in my helicopter
unnoticed
soundlessly
to disturb not
the silent slumber
the warm embraces
sensual feelings
pleasurable moments
loving ectasy
in the burning erotism
of the young couple.

II
I rose up higher
laughing myself to Life
the mutual reward of giving
the satisfaction of my ideals
I share with my woman
deep in embrace.
In a moment of high happiness
we declared ourselves as one
united in desire
the longing of sharing
the longing of loving
of passion and affection
now trapped in one beautiful moment.

We remained lost in togetherness
unuttered in words
we embraced to love life
to live life
in sharing moments
the ups and downs
the totality of what will be.

III
I glided now into the calm night
to a world of deep meditation
stillness abound
rich in its stimulation
for in the thoughtful recesses
of his mind
the young scholar toiled
imagining and picturing
thinking aloud
discovering and synthesising
knowledge anewed.

How I love Life
and Truth it rewards
the curiosity and fire of learning
in practice of creative gifts
that has raised my being
my not-knowing
the brilliance and exposure
by the light of reason
imagination too.

IV
I wandered about
the darkness and mysteries
of the night.
On every step I forward made
brilliance shone
my spirit blazed
the night stayed darkly.

V
My helicopter
brought me down town
among the conflagrations of
colourful neon lights
that adorned the streets and entrances
of the cold lonely night.
My eyes were caught
by the kicking of doors swung open
a man was pushed out
wrapped in dissatisfaction
walked out feeling hurt
worry and quilt
joy missed.
The prostitute
hands on her heavy hips
stood legs apart at the doorway
shouted obscenities at the man
giggled at life
the future what be
she banged the door
and turned back
into the dark corners
of undeserved life.

VI
I looked behind me
the hours were late
the night more lonely
I flew faster
up and higher
running for the day
the brilliance to come.


MOOD, 30.7.74
( Remade continously)

Reflection on Beauty

Beauty is seen
in the external appearances
in the minutest details
to the universal forms
in all solid forms
to seemingly formless forms.

Beauty is done
of actions caught or
in words spoken
Beauty is felt
is thought
is smelt
In outside appearances
we speak of Beauty.

But Beauty too whispers
smiling, strangely first to us
for Beauty challenges
inspires and motivates
encourages and provokes
Our mind ,body, spirit and soul.

The idea that conceptualises
Beauty as beautiful
is one that keeps on expanding
embracing and comprehending
holding us passionately
into a simple -
unity and harmony.


MOOD, 5.7.74

A Child is Born

When a child is born
Thoughts are many
Of food, medicine and money
An additional soul to love and cherish
Education, upbringing and prosperity
Let fortune and happiness befriend her life
Music and harmony ringing in her ears
Time will harbour and nurture her hopes
Joy and pride to crown her achievements
Give guidance and assurances in times of need
Confidence will grow in every thrust to live
Strive to the fullest she could aspire
Blessed are those that lead her way
To a nest she could rest and tender her young
A generation to proceed what is left undone


MOOD, 22.6.80

A Decade Ago

When I lifted this pen
to unleash my vented feelings
of thoughts in pain
to publicise that is private and dear
and seek out the reality that is Me
my thoughts were swayed
by slow indoctrination
that feeble my mind
and what am I?
was what you thought of me.

How removed I was from my inner being
to find not a composed man
but confused and lost.

Now the broken images
are pieced together
the patched pattern paints a tapestry
a serene lake that reflects peacefulness abound
that a decade ago was stormed
by thunder and rain.

When today I recall a decade ago
a life well-lived
is by far the greatest mark
that I shall ever leave
so my future generations should know.


MOOD, 12.5.80