Senses, Fields of Strawberries

Green, with scattering of orange

patterns, space and immense shapes

over the fields filled with growth

my eyes feast.

Silence, an expanse of quietness

reverberates the air with stillness

no flapping wings, no winged creatures

my ears deafen.

Freshness abound

the air of its purity

characteristic aroma

my nose breathes.

Fresh, cold and delicate 

not as smooth to the touch

yet firm and bumpy

my hands caress.

Sweet, sour, never bitter

small bites, crunch, munch

devilishly tasty

my mouth waters. 

(Photos taken from my trip to Mae Sot)

Journey, Time for a Change

 Journey

Unspoken, quiet demeanour

Utter not, timorous feelings

Deep inside, nil expressions

Of grief , brim filling

Of failure, to face anew

no growth, still ongoings

Hard headed, fail to see

one's life, never changing

Dead leaves, lost direction

autumn colours, forthcoming

Scattered wild, dare to pick

different path, way traversing

troubled

it will pass...

the smile in the morning

cease to be alive

each day that passes

deep in the graveyard

the zest of yesterday

failed to brighten

candle like state

frozen comedienne

this phase passing by

let it roll not drag

for the shine is fading

white flag to wag

gather every piece of

lies and deceit

throw them to the fire

a bonfire to lit

walk on without guilt

thy honour is intact

recall the glory reality

bad vibes counteract.

Unafraid

With wings fluttering so divine

on air like a fallen leaf

distance of heights unperturbed

then landing so brief.

Then small movements unfold

wary yet unafraid

seizing the moment of solitude

feeling none of dread.

So when a small hand waved

as if to catch such beauty

taking off majestically

a show of strength almighty.

So fragile but so strong 

so small yet so free

I long for wings and will

to a place where I can be me.

Short Poems

Since I had been digging old papers and separating which ones to be recycled, I found another folder that holds my very old poems, attempts I might say, written during my teen years. 

Going Gaga

I sit in the chair

   stare at the phone

   and wait for a call to ring.

Minutes had passed

   gone were the hours

   to realized, I'm waiting for nothing.

Ing...

I always dream of becoming

   and having and acquiring.

To end my day doing nothing

   just sitting and staring.

Who Am I?

I! Who am I?

A person with humble pride.

With an honour and a life

With a soul and a heart.

I can do nothing but shout to the world

I am one of the sons of God!

And then I noticed now that I like using the word nothing which is funny because I truly enjoy the song of Ms. Houston's I Have Nothing.

After The Storm

An entire year

passed without funfare

but sacrifices 

An entire year

showed no semblance

of gladness

An entire year

waited for action

instead idleness

An entire year 

given a chance

yet promises

An entire year

caused no action

just insidiousness 

An entire year

sowed  but nothing 

except bitterness

And all I need is to see the tranquility after the storm 

For when, is the big question.

Earth Day 2012

Blessed are thy Mother Earth for your wondrous blessings

 For the everlasting beauty that you never fail to share

 For the bounty of colours and scents galore

 Your gift to mankind will never cease to amaze

 Whether little or pompous, the value it lays

 My fitting tribute to this year's Earth Day.

ing...another journey

 Boarding...from mainland through the open sea

 Forming...dark clouds ahead my destiny

 Sighting...the island of sojourn foresee

 Welcoming...my body to rest from weary

Sailing...idyllic islands quiet grandee

 Gazing...sailboats float and people in glee

 Admiring...green, blue of natural beauty

 Docking...colourful boats decked with burgee

 Admiring...the vastness of world to see

Leaving...thy worries abandoned freely

Koh Chang, Thailand

As Tall As Can Be

Pressure looms the weary spirit

of doubts and disappointments.

Like gossamer of sticky webs

far from freeing detachment. 

Perhaps the living and giving

that permeates my existence

Was not with fruitful costs

but futile and weary subsistence.

For not only in growing with

unfairness and rejection.

Through love and friendship too

failing, failed, dissolution.

What with my jaded quest 

to seek answers to my questions.

The why's and what's of

fervour, waiting for extinction.

So goes life's ups and downs

a roller coaster ride perilous

Watchful eyes and worrisome

each and every day's emulous.

As tall and proud I wish to continue

to see sunshine amidst the dark.

The sadly grave of which I make

is the only way my path shall embark.

past tenses

zest in life ended

when tribulations emerged

the will to live ceased

the smile withered

worry and stress shouldered

thy heavy load carried

of lost and death faced

hopes all shattered

thy life so soon belittled

nothing becomes highlighted

to thy being attached

meaningless air breathed

aplenty of tears cried

some brave courage mustered

pieces of hope picked

spirits in a way renewed

the time I long waited

to give thy life blessed

of heaven glorified

of spoken voice listened.

Forsake Not

I will not forsake thee

though time had been our foe

it was time that patched the sore

of lost souls all wanting

to go back to its beginning

a start with joyous sparks

lighted with candid galore

but mists of grey and black

envelopes the togetherness

brought fear and unwanted distance

thy absence was my lost

but I will not forsake thee.

(a promise)

The Bearings of a Gentleman

What makes a gentleman?
Is it of his bearing
Of his clothes and his shoes
Of his watch glimmering?

What makes a gentleman?
Is it the women he woes?
Or the girls that adores?
Or the number of foes?

What makes a gentleman?
Is it his education?
Of honours and valour?
Of labour or vocation?

What makes a gemtleman?
Is it his wealth or riches?
The size of his wallet?
Of mansions and resources?

What makes a gentleman?
Is not what we see.
Is not what we hear.
Is not what we make of them.

What makes a gentleman?
It is his contributions.
His noble pursuits.
Of meeting solutions.

What makes a gentleman?
It is his faith.
His matters to family.
And love so great.

Perfection

High above my head
swaying majestically

with arms open wide.

High above my head
dancing gracefully
with smiles that never hide.

High above my head

showering lightly

of leaves to fill the ground.

High above my head

dreaming contentedly

of a life pristine and sound.

High above my head

guiding thoughtfully

my life destined to infinity.

High above my head

waiting longingly

a path leading to serendipity.

The tree, a creation.

the clouds, fascination.

God is perfection.

Washed Away

Wash away my sorrows

so as I may live with less despair.

Wash away my worries

and turn them to peace of mind.

Wash away my anxieties

that makes it hard to see tomorrow.

Wash away the insecurities

for it constantly drags me down.

Wash away my anger

for love cannot find its way.

Wash away my growing pain

just a smile to ease its presence.

Wash away my lost way

to find myself a new direction.

Wash away my resigned hope

to renew my ailing spirit.

A Growing Poem

Believe
One word
But ever true
In every life's endeavour
Living life with a purpose.

Love
So empowering
Force to reckon
Two souls in one
The reason for our existence.

Faith
In God
Who holds us
To live and learn
The purpose of our existence.

To Be Free

take my hand and lead me elsewhere
where there is peace and serenity
of calm waves and silent waters
that fills my soul with peace and glee.

lead me through this constant fear
of rejection and hostility
so I may fly and soar carefree
the wind against my face to feel.

bring me to a place of mere beauty
for my eyes to admire and feast
so that each colour retains in my mind
to warm me in sole existence.

let me escape this tiresome living
to light my weary mind and soul
a place to be and to grow
in a humble abode of joy.

It's Tough

A futile existence
beginning from birth
without love and support
toiled in dirt.

Having no answers
for unequal treats
live and let live
forward, retreat.

Through years passing
feeling no space
the sense of being
had suddenly erased.

With no second thoughts
an opportunity nabbed
off to a new endeavour
all arms to grab.

The first few months
were like solemn indemnity
looking for an image
searching one's identity.

Sadness looming
though sometimes happy
bountiful blessings
nothing to be sorry.

Yet the many years
by far downtrodden
in emotions and sentiments

a fearless existence.

Reminisce the past

enjoy the present

look forward to the future.

Great Beginning, Bad Ending

I was quiet in my living
when a rather peculiar start
stirred and brought an idea
an offer to be one.

I was enthralled for the honesty
and the well organized plans
to live and behold
from now till the end.

But what of being naive
and lacking of judgment
in my part believing
what of truth is not.

I have thought that I will be
in love, a different person
yet I gave myself to insanity
for one simple promise.

And when the hammer was thrown
the verdict was read
all of these but illusions
a trick, a trap, devoid of emotions.

For none of what was shared
had shed some light
the beginning was beautiful
the rest were not.

So now in my quiet existence
lest someone disturbed again
a stern look unwavering
to give not, a second chance.

Adverbs

Abruptly,
without any warnings
unmanageable tears.

Bitterly,
the image projected
monstrous in retrospect.

Continuosly,
the eerie silence of loneliness
permeates what's not invited.

Deliberately,
ways made to simply lure
ends to empty roads.

Evidently,
no amount of sensitivity
could soften rational minds.

Fictitiously,
the image portrayed
is but a fairy tale.

Gradually,
the sight of togetherness
bring nothing but pain.

Haltingly,
skips and turns make none
of logic but confusion.

Incidentally,
these bickering falls
to deaf ears unwanted.

Justifiably,
in the quest for peace
death is the answer.

Sometimes we just surrender...
or we teach ourselves to stop.

The Way You See Things

Negate the positive
thy toil in life
to see the badness
in rift and strife.

Oh such changes
however pure
impress you not
for there is no cure.

A glass half full
is no good to see
it's always half empty
you won't let it be.

The fondness inside
of people galore
pick up the silliness
no space for candor.

Thy smile I see
is fake to the brim
for your vision has
no light, oh so dim.

For each around you
is a person so rich
so bright a spark
you extinguish the wick.

So life is full of bounty
of candor and glee
yet your vision is blurred
one direction to see.

Not all around is bad. There will always be something good, one just have to see through it.