dont go far off stay close
stay where you have always been
like the sun, for eons, never disappointing
sending its light and cheers
the moon, never haunting,
for eons sending its inspiraton
dont go far off stay close
make my day a blessing to have
and night a sanctuary to luxuriate in
dont go far stay close
let your laughters fill my day
and your breath, my breath
let the day brighten up with optimism
and the night a wonder drive for morrow
dont go far stay close
as close as the heart can be
because when you are gone
the days are as good as it is without
the sun and the night moon
and the beach without the water
to carress and serenade its love song
(In Memory of Pablo Neruda)
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Haiku collection
Sunset Taj
a love intensifies in
the diminishing light
a saffron
shrouded sun
the buddha
Chap Goh Meh
this lovely cat her eyes
bright like the moon
Tapestry of the mind
filling up the gap
between the stitches
new oil find
an excitement floating
over dilemmas
what a lovely valentine
another dictator
gone
there she is
lost like an ant
miss self conceited
Sniffing here
sniffing there
miss want-to-get-forward
valentine's wish -
love to grow many folds
like the price of roses
February high noon
the icicle tearful
farewell to winter
HIs overblown ego
every of his words sharpens one's knife
for the throat
every inch every line
nature's accents its mood
flowers everywhere
In between our talk
of an old disappearance
the freshness of tea
CHinese new year
the nian wants to run away
from it all
a love intensifies in
the diminishing light
a saffron
shrouded sun
the buddha
Chap Goh Meh
this lovely cat her eyes
bright like the moon
Tapestry of the mind
filling up the gap
between the stitches
new oil find
an excitement floating
over dilemmas
what a lovely valentine
another dictator
gone
there she is
lost like an ant
miss self conceited
Sniffing here
sniffing there
miss want-to-get-forward
valentine's wish -
love to grow many folds
like the price of roses
February high noon
the icicle tearful
farewell to winter
HIs overblown ego
every of his words sharpens one's knife
for the throat
every inch every line
nature's accents its mood
flowers everywhere
In between our talk
of an old disappearance
the freshness of tea
CHinese new year
the nian wants to run away
from it all
Haiku Collection
Yokohama sakura
my heart light
as the wind
folded cranes
one thousand and one wishes
for Japan
snow peak and fiery sky
a ballet dancer swirls
with all her ambitions
still stunning and waiting
at angkor wat corridors
heavenly nymphs
snow capped peaks and
the fiery sky
melt my heart
between the rushes,
gushes of the waterfall
angler quietly waits for his day
face
the mind's
twin brother
the cherry blossom
radiates so many feelings
this spring
dawn ganges
the chant of shiva rides
the light waves
dawn ganges
trailing the light
my chant of shiva
three cats
two facing
the other
earth hour
brightness and darkness
in our hands
haiku - the password to
a treasured and
enlightened moment
Liz taylor's love for the Ms
money, men and men with aids
leaves the first M to charity
in the flurry oftsunami
death radio news
cherry blossoms fall
tohoku tsunami aftermath
the snow weeping
on my face
Liz taylor tribute haiku
lost - the pair of translucent eyes
celluloids make
so exciting
yoga reflexology
an inner light corresponds
to each cakra
supermoon
quake victims willy nilly
take a look
supermoon
the size of my
fascination
supermoon
my fascination tonight
too ballooned
in the arch
of the rainbow
a gown of bliss
tilting up and down
a row of pigeons
on a loose wire
smile and laugh
putting wings
to my day
the stream flows
trailing time
in a canvas of infinity
dawn lotuses
i am open to all
fresh ideas
anger
the body burning up
itself
rain
in its sound
me
death anniversary
the field full with
migratory birds
sunset nostalgia
those empty days when my mind
was full of you
new spring kimono
trailing the fragrance
of the fresh blossom
spring
riding the nose
to me
friightened octopus
legs at loggerheads
with each other
approaching spring
an excitement thrusting over
the landscape of my mind
dawn nettles
at each tip
the day's light
in the tranquility
of the buddha's curvatures
yesterday's rain
skewering the heart
first pimple
on the face
a shadow
the crescent
emrbaces
journey to Shirdi
between the leaves
the welcoming light of Sai
the snow
weeps
on my face
i met Roberta many years back. The first impression of her...
with a deep hurt
she calls out
my name
In the lake too
blessings of the new day
the sun, the trees, and the bliss
my heart light
as the wind
folded cranes
one thousand and one wishes
for Japan
snow peak and fiery sky
a ballet dancer swirls
with all her ambitions
still stunning and waiting
at angkor wat corridors
heavenly nymphs
snow capped peaks and
the fiery sky
melt my heart
between the rushes,
gushes of the waterfall
angler quietly waits for his day
face
the mind's
twin brother
the cherry blossom
radiates so many feelings
this spring
dawn ganges
the chant of shiva rides
the light waves
dawn ganges
trailing the light
my chant of shiva
three cats
two facing
the other
earth hour
brightness and darkness
in our hands
haiku - the password to
a treasured and
enlightened moment
Liz taylor's love for the Ms
money, men and men with aids
leaves the first M to charity
in the flurry oftsunami
death radio news
cherry blossoms fall
tohoku tsunami aftermath
the snow weeping
on my face
Liz taylor tribute haiku
lost - the pair of translucent eyes
celluloids make
so exciting
yoga reflexology
an inner light corresponds
to each cakra
supermoon
quake victims willy nilly
take a look
supermoon
the size of my
fascination
supermoon
my fascination tonight
too ballooned
in the arch
of the rainbow
a gown of bliss
tilting up and down
a row of pigeons
on a loose wire
smile and laugh
putting wings
to my day
the stream flows
trailing time
in a canvas of infinity
dawn lotuses
i am open to all
fresh ideas
anger
the body burning up
itself
rain
in its sound
me
death anniversary
the field full with
migratory birds
sunset nostalgia
those empty days when my mind
was full of you
new spring kimono
trailing the fragrance
of the fresh blossom
spring
riding the nose
to me
friightened octopus
legs at loggerheads
with each other
approaching spring
an excitement thrusting over
the landscape of my mind
dawn nettles
at each tip
the day's light
in the tranquility
of the buddha's curvatures
yesterday's rain
skewering the heart
first pimple
on the face
a shadow
the crescent
emrbaces
journey to Shirdi
between the leaves
the welcoming light of Sai
the snow
weeps
on my face
i met Roberta many years back. The first impression of her...
with a deep hurt
she calls out
my name
In the lake too
blessings of the new day
the sun, the trees, and the bliss
New Haiku Collection
shrivelled leaf
i still hold onto
the sweet moments
morning dew drops
such tender refreshing
youthfulness - you
striking like the collapse
of another huge tower
bin laden's death
Nature
the soul
of God
sunday late noon rain
hynoptising, the hasty feet
clapping hands of rain
fleece in the sky
my worries have found company
and slowly drift away
William Kate Royal Wedding
I feel the joy of youth
again
so dearly facing the sky
between me and the rose
a sacred intelligence?
that star
i faintly remember
a long lost friend
black cat in the dark
its eyes help me
see it
sea death
a bouquet of roses washed
ashore
i still hold onto
the sweet moments
morning dew drops
such tender refreshing
youthfulness - you
striking like the collapse
of another huge tower
bin laden's death
Nature
the soul
of God
sunday late noon rain
hynoptising, the hasty feet
clapping hands of rain
fleece in the sky
my worries have found company
and slowly drift away
William Kate Royal Wedding
I feel the joy of youth
again
so dearly facing the sky
between me and the rose
a sacred intelligence?
that star
i faintly remember
a long lost friend
black cat in the dark
its eyes help me
see it
sea death
a bouquet of roses washed
ashore
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Haiku and other writings
They write their articles like upper form students who try out all the words they have just learned making their article strange and not coherent. I say you can use less of the big words, write more creatively and still win the Nobel prize.
I admire some writers who use their words in such a prudent manner
so that when you read their work, you just want to read more...and never give up.
I love writings by Nobel prize winners because they create beautiful art and cultural pictures with their cleverly chosen words... and usually not those which would overwhelm you or put you in a very inadequate situation.
I admire some writers who use their words in such a prudent manner
so that when you read their work, you just want to read more...and never give up.
I love writings by Nobel prize winners because they create beautiful art and cultural pictures with their cleverly chosen words... and usually not those which would overwhelm you or put you in a very inadequate situation.
Second Haiku Collection February 17, 2011
February high noon
the icicle's tearful
farewell to winter
There is one thing I will just laugh off without fighting back - when someone labels me a terrible writer.
I told them if you are always so negative about your staff, your company is going to go nowhere.
his overblown ego
every of his words sharpens the knife
for his throat
It is good that God does not reveal too much of himself. It would have killed the real fun.
One Malaysia
the land below the wind
the torch bearer
The strangest experience while criss crossing Borneo is the sight of posters of Prophet Mohammad's footprint for sale as well as people hanging them in their shops perhaps to bring good luck. John wonders whether this is allowed in Malaysia. Feels strange that the poster of the Prophet is not allowed while his footprint is allowed. Can someone enlighten me as this reporter just wants to know more.
every inch every line
nature's accents its mood
flowers everywhere
Back from criss crossing Borneo....found that you cannot drive from Banjermasin to Pontianak because there is no road yet. However, covered Samarina, Balik Papan and Banjermasin on the East and Southern coast. Overhead at the airport...."We all
thought Kalimantan is all forest until we found these modern towns. It is just not so backward."
Nature is game for life no matter how small it is, how trivial each is. it soon raises dust to a a creature, infuses its own thoughts so that it livens up life. look at the clouds in the sky, sooner or later, the wind makes them into shapes of birds, rabbits and doggies....nature is game for life...no matter how trivial they are.
met so many different groups of people this morning. Borneo has seen migration from Java and other parts of Indonesia since long time ago. The man who took me on a cruise of the Mahakam was a Bugis, the one whotook me tothe Bali hindu temple a Javanese, met Chinese at the Tua Pek Kong temple and bumped into dayaks here and there.
took the one hour flight back to Balik Papan last night instead of the 15 hour gruelling drive over dangerous mountain terrain and was immediately whisked to Samarinda, the town by Boneo's longest river the mighty Mahakam. IT just dawned on me that Borneo is the largest island at the Equator....it is the oldest natural rainforest and a giant storehouse of great herbs and plants.
cameron highlands
over the tea fields
a mysterious appearance
in between our talk
of an old disappearance
the freshness of tea
The road from Balik Papan on the west east coast of Borneo to Banjermasin, the main town in the south really threw me off my seat. It was a hair raising experience as our bus passed by deep gorges both on the left and right in the middle of the night. All i could see were tree tops and tall ferns. The driver had to negotiate his way. by folllowing the white line in the middle of the all the three hours we were on the highlands. In Banjermasin, I heard from the Banjermasin folks that the annual plunges average about two.The best part about Banjermasin is that it has some of the most beautiful mosques i have ever seen in the travel throughut the Indonesian archipelago. The main mosque has a dome shaped like a huge flying saucer.
Chinese new year
the nian wants to run away
from it all
winter wish
sakura, sakura sings
in me
bombay shah rukh han posters
the sea, the ghettos
and the dreams
adam's apple
how deep and vocal
this downfall
beauty of butterflies
helping the forest flourish
and the flowers bloom
singapore travel
an emptiness orchard road
could not fill out
the icicle's tearful
farewell to winter
There is one thing I will just laugh off without fighting back - when someone labels me a terrible writer.
I told them if you are always so negative about your staff, your company is going to go nowhere.
his overblown ego
every of his words sharpens the knife
for his throat
It is good that God does not reveal too much of himself. It would have killed the real fun.
One Malaysia
the land below the wind
the torch bearer
The strangest experience while criss crossing Borneo is the sight of posters of Prophet Mohammad's footprint for sale as well as people hanging them in their shops perhaps to bring good luck. John wonders whether this is allowed in Malaysia. Feels strange that the poster of the Prophet is not allowed while his footprint is allowed. Can someone enlighten me as this reporter just wants to know more.
every inch every line
nature's accents its mood
flowers everywhere
Back from criss crossing Borneo....found that you cannot drive from Banjermasin to Pontianak because there is no road yet. However, covered Samarina, Balik Papan and Banjermasin on the East and Southern coast. Overhead at the airport...."We all
thought Kalimantan is all forest until we found these modern towns. It is just not so backward."
Nature is game for life no matter how small it is, how trivial each is. it soon raises dust to a a creature, infuses its own thoughts so that it livens up life. look at the clouds in the sky, sooner or later, the wind makes them into shapes of birds, rabbits and doggies....nature is game for life...no matter how trivial they are.
met so many different groups of people this morning. Borneo has seen migration from Java and other parts of Indonesia since long time ago. The man who took me on a cruise of the Mahakam was a Bugis, the one whotook me tothe Bali hindu temple a Javanese, met Chinese at the Tua Pek Kong temple and bumped into dayaks here and there.
took the one hour flight back to Balik Papan last night instead of the 15 hour gruelling drive over dangerous mountain terrain and was immediately whisked to Samarinda, the town by Boneo's longest river the mighty Mahakam. IT just dawned on me that Borneo is the largest island at the Equator....it is the oldest natural rainforest and a giant storehouse of great herbs and plants.
cameron highlands
over the tea fields
a mysterious appearance
in between our talk
of an old disappearance
the freshness of tea
The road from Balik Papan on the west east coast of Borneo to Banjermasin, the main town in the south really threw me off my seat. It was a hair raising experience as our bus passed by deep gorges both on the left and right in the middle of the night. All i could see were tree tops and tall ferns. The driver had to negotiate his way. by folllowing the white line in the middle of the all the three hours we were on the highlands. In Banjermasin, I heard from the Banjermasin folks that the annual plunges average about two.The best part about Banjermasin is that it has some of the most beautiful mosques i have ever seen in the travel throughut the Indonesian archipelago. The main mosque has a dome shaped like a huge flying saucer.
Chinese new year
the nian wants to run away
from it all
winter wish
sakura, sakura sings
in me
bombay shah rukh han posters
the sea, the ghettos
and the dreams
adam's apple
how deep and vocal
this downfall
beauty of butterflies
helping the forest flourish
and the flowers bloom
singapore travel
an emptiness orchard road
could not fill out
Haiku Collection - FFebruary 17, 2011
Chap Goh Meh
this lovely cat her eyes
bright like the moon
tapestry of the mind
filling up the gap
between the stitches
all about presentations
the cheers inside
and out
new oil find
an excitement floating
over dilemmas
a lovely valentine
another dictator
gone
when the bosses talk about circulation,
i really think about circulation,
the body circulation.
they live like nuns
it is written all over
the faces
valentine cake from one
who doesnt like me too much
she is so sweet
miss out of the blue laughter
she wont save herself
with that
there she is
lost like an ant
miss self conceited
sniffing here
sniffing there
miss want-to-get-forward
the dwindling figure
i shudder as miss know all
passes by
egypt revolution
every reason why the pyramid
still stands so tall
a new child
a new warmth
in the family
valentine's wish -
love to grow many folds
like the price of roses
I refuse to follow the art critics. I pick the painting that my heart says is the best, not the opinions of others. Taste like talent is an ingrained thing. You dont need people to tell you which colour you must like. That applies to my body chemistry that determines what i like.
i told him "Tune down your ego a bit, tune up the width of your pupils, the focus of your ears, eyes and mind. You would have arrived at a more workable gadget for the survival of the fittest."
the wait
a thirst fires up
a little corner
this lovely cat her eyes
bright like the moon
tapestry of the mind
filling up the gap
between the stitches
all about presentations
the cheers inside
and out
new oil find
an excitement floating
over dilemmas
a lovely valentine
another dictator
gone
when the bosses talk about circulation,
i really think about circulation,
the body circulation.
they live like nuns
it is written all over
the faces
valentine cake from one
who doesnt like me too much
she is so sweet
miss out of the blue laughter
she wont save herself
with that
there she is
lost like an ant
miss self conceited
sniffing here
sniffing there
miss want-to-get-forward
the dwindling figure
i shudder as miss know all
passes by
egypt revolution
every reason why the pyramid
still stands so tall
a new child
a new warmth
in the family
valentine's wish -
love to grow many folds
like the price of roses
I refuse to follow the art critics. I pick the painting that my heart says is the best, not the opinions of others. Taste like talent is an ingrained thing. You dont need people to tell you which colour you must like. That applies to my body chemistry that determines what i like.
i told him "Tune down your ego a bit, tune up the width of your pupils, the focus of your ears, eyes and mind. You would have arrived at a more workable gadget for the survival of the fittest."
the wait
a thirst fires up
a little corner
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