To See What Is Free

Breathe amongst the luscious greens
and close your eyes imagining
let the mind wanders through
of dreams and scenes sleeping.


Savour the colours of heavenly skies
the clues of soft emanating
let the majestic horizon high
blankets the view stunning.


Embrace the brown of wooden timbers
tall and mighty standing
the surface scratched to reveal
its innermost hidden feelings.


Admire forth the flowers bloom
their velvety petals caressing
the wind that touches infinitely
their beauty worth honouring.


Listen well for those tiny whispers
of insects all parading
their minuscule feet that marches on
the ground on foot printing.

Collect the sights in a bowl
of treasured visions keeping
the earth, the sky and all its allies
in harmony of living.

In My Own Home

Coming home from school, the rain had been battering the streets with pelts of water as if earth is thirsty after battling the gruelling summer heat. Then along the way came the gush of wind made stronger by the irate intensity of the changing weather. I reached home safe yet in the company of my own abode I was restless.

The state of the nation where I am right now is in a siege mood. Never in my entire life had I imagined being in the middle of this chaos. Differing political views and unwavering opinions meet no resolutions. The nation is rattled and so are the people, young and old alike.

The summer heat depletes the ground of much needed water that plants suffer, wither and die. Those big trees were fortunate enough to extend their roots to seek for a water source but those small ones were left parched and to perish.

People who have the resources to survive times of trouble are like the big trees of the forest. They could find opportunities to either protect themselves from the heat and live through summer days. Those unfortunate would be left to their own standings to make do of what they have for the challenges are just not suited for their makings.

Being at home means living at the comfort we earned in years. Though I was able to reach home dry from that sudden downpour, being at home does not mean I am free from harm. For it is in my own home that I feel threatened by outside forces. No one is sure of what's to happen and it is in not knowing what's ahead that intensifies the apprehensions.

Torn

Afraid to be alone
yet knowing it isn't right
To wait, to stay
remaining still, out of sight.

The times of solitude
envelopes the core
For each and every corner
seemed cold and a bore.

Delivers a mighty blow
each night that passed
The tears, the longing
the very hope collapsed.

And for the absence
a kindle of fire
Searched within
just one, no denial.

A promise was made
that there's but one
The coming was but
an accident compound.

Though the presence
filled empty feelings
It was the absence
haunting and seeking.

Torn, as if a choice
was to be made for now
When this will grow
to stop, I made a bow.