"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."

- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry

I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?

Friday, 29 June 2012

The Crocodile Behind The Man

I've had just enough time to...   see the crocodile behind the man

Taken while taking a walk back to my hotel in Kuching, Sarawak.

I saw the man
But not the crocodile behind
When I did see it
It was already too late
It had its jaw on my leg

Before it dragged me
Into its murky depth
I wonder
How is it
I saw the man
But not the monster
Behind the man

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

The Pretty Milk Maid of Marjeyoun

I've had just enough to...   make friend with the milk maid's cow

Taken in the Muslim section of the town of Marjeyoun, a Lebanese town bordering Israel.

A rusty door opens with a reluctant creak
Who will emerge from its shadowy depth?
A large straw hat, light blue jeans and leather boots
A milk maid with her hand on her hips
And a smile bigger than her pretty lips
But where is the cow that follows the maid?
Strange I did not see it till my face was licked.

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Reflection Part III – Where Have All The Good Times Gone?

I've had just enough time to...   try to see his reflections on the water.

Taken in the same Taiping Park in Taiping, Malaysia

What does he see
When he looks into the water?
Does he see the years that went by?
Does he see regrets floating on the surface?
Does he see opportunities lost?
Does he see paths that should have been taken?
Goals that should have been achieved?

Or does he see
The reflections of his grandchildren
And is contended with that


Won't you tell me
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone
Where have all the good times gone

Once we had an easy ride 
and always felt the same
Time was on our side 
and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days

David Bowie - Where have all the good times gone

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Reflection Part II – Memories of the Way We Were

I've had just enough time to...   reflect on the way we were

Taken while strolling round Taiping Park in Taiping, Malaysia.

The reflections on the water
Sweep the memories pass
Its calm surface
To a misty land
Of ghostly images
That pulls at the heartstrings
And exciting
Long thought dead


Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-coloured memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Barbra Streisand - Way We Were 

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Reflection Part I – Just Me

I've had just enough time to...   reflect on just me

Taken of the reflection found one early morning in the lake in Ampang Hill

There are two sides to me
Both sides are real
But which side is true?
Or can both sides be true as well

I sat on the water’s edge
And look at my reflection
Look at my reflection
For that is the only me I can see

But I know, I feel
Another me that I cannot see
It resides in me and argues
I feel therefore it is me

But the me who thinks
Spell in clear logical steps
Why without thoughts
Me cannot even exists

So I sat at the water’s edge
Gazing into my reflection
Gently coalescing all the me
Serenely, into just me

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Part III – The Lady Met the Elephant on a Rainy Day

I've had just enough time to...   see the meeting of the lady and the elephant

Taken of the meeting of the lady and the elephant on one rainy morning...

...when heaven shed its tears over the River Kwai.

One early morning
A lady crossed a bridge
Under a curtain of teary rain

Met a lonesome elephant
Looking for love at the other end

They stood facing each other in silence
While the heaven wailed and screamed

It asked for love but the lady has none to give
Not the type it needs

They stood facing each other
And three hearts were broken
On that rainy day

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Part II – To Carve Out the Soul of An Elephant.

I've had just enough time to...   see how life was breathed into the elephants of wood.

Taken in a handicraft shop on the way to the River Kwai from Bangkok.

To carve an elephant
First, feel its might pulsating
Under your finger tips

Feel its gentleness
Feel its strength
Feel its tenderness
Towards its young

Feel its complexity
Feel its friendship
Feel its relationship
With its herd

Feel its rage
Feel its anxiety
Feel its freedom
In the wild

Dream what it dreams
See what it sees
Feel what it feels
Under its skin

Your hand will know when it is ready
When its spirit course through your vein
When tears well up in your eyes
As you touch the soul of the royal beast

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

All Because of A Nail, My Dear Watson

I've had just enough time to...   ponder on what a nail can do

Taken of the little nail that caused a lot of havoc

A nail, a tyre, a delay,
A business lost
It is all in the details, my dear Watson
For want of a nail a battle was lost

I’ve a problem, Master Sherlock
It is you who said - Don’t sweat the small stuff
Did I?
You did!

Well, that is a different story
In a different setting
Under different circumstances
We think differently

But how does one know
When to paint in big strokes
And when to notice of
The missing of a hair?

The tea is brewing, dear Watson
A cup of tea in the afternoon
That is a big picture
And to brew the perfect cup –
Practice, practice, till perfect, my dear Watson


For Want of a Nail

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Part I – I Dreamt of Elephants

I've had just enough time to...   dream of elephants.

Found this colourful elephant during one of my aimless wandering in Bangkok

I dreamt of elephants
One stood in my way
And would not budge
No matter how I pushed
And huffed and puffed

I used all my strength plus my will
But what is it to an elephant’s bulk
There are things that cannot be pushed
Like an elephant that refused to move

I walked to the elephant’s ear
Whispered into it earnestly
And saw its eyes blinked

It listened to the stories
Dredged from my belly
Pushed itself off the ground
And walked away just like that

I dreamt of elephants and learnt
The only way you can move an elephant
Is to move its heart


The Elephant Song - Kamahl

Tell me said the elephant 
Tell me brothers if you can 
Why all the world is full of creatures 
Yet we grow in fear of man 
Tell me said the elephant 
tell me why this has to be 
we have to run from man and hunter 
never safe and never free 

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Silence Is The Stillness Within.

I've had just enough time to...   be silent.

Taken of the monkey who asked me to be silent in a Kuching shop

Shall we communicate in silence?
Words only get in the way
Sweep them all away
And Let silence rule the day

It speaks no truth
It tells no lies
It does not explain nor elaborate
Or paints wondrous pictures for the mind

Uncluttered Unpolluted
It is the gentle ripple of a still pond
Not the roaring superhighway
Of a mind racing under closed lids 

Silence is not the absence of sound
But the stillness within


Silence is golden...

but my eyes still see.

Silence is golden, golden.
But my eyes still see.

Silence Is Golden - The Tremeloes

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

The Ways We Fish.

I've had just enough time to...   think about the way I fish.

Taken of the fisherman under the hot tropical sun in Kuching River

There are many ways one can catch a fish
We can do it with one rod
Or we can do it with nine
That explains the way we approach Life

There are many ways we can reach a destination
We can do it fast and easy
Or take many detours along the way
That explains the way we take our journeys

Taken of the very relaxed fisherman

There are many ways we can love
We can do it intensely
Or do it lovingly forever
That explains the nature of our heart

There are many ways we can live our Life
You can tell by the way we fish, or not

Sunday, 3 June 2012

The Secret of the Indian Thorn Apple (in The Patan Golden Temple).

I've had just enough time to...   learn about the Indian Thorn Apple

Taken inside the Golden Temple of Patan...

Thank you all for your interest in the thorny fruits carried by the monkeys in the images that was shot in the monastery in Nepal. Thanks to Kismet who supplied the lead and some of your suggestions, we have together solved its mystery. The thorny fruit is the fruit of the Indian Thorn Apple or “Datura Metel” (see earlier posts). But first, something about the temple itself.

The temple is situated just two hundred meters north of the famous Patan Durbar Square and was built in the 12th Century AD. Its original location was in Bahalkot and according to legends, the Buddhist monastery was built because of a dream by the disgraced Queen Pingala of Patan as the way to win back her husband’s affection. And it worked. 

where mouse or...

King Vaskar Deva Dutta had a dream that the idol of Buddha that was moved from Bahalkot disapproved of the new location and the temple should be built in a place shown by a mouse chasing a cat. One day, he did see a golden mouse chasing a cat and ordered it to be constructed there and named it “Hiranya Varna Mahavihar” or the Golden Buddhist Monastery. I guess that is why the rats are sacred in that temple.

According to Sanskrit literature, the Indian Thorn Apple is said to be grown from the chest of the Hindu god Shiva, the god of inebriants. In Nepal, the plant is considered sacred to Shiva and thorn apple flowers and fruits are the most important offering gifts and are offered at every “puja” or offering ceremony to please the god. The Indian Thorn Apple flowers are often depicted in Hindu Tantric Arts often in connection of the incarnation of Shiva. The plant is poisonous but is used for medicinal, ritual or intoxicating purposes and is also abused for criminal purposes. If by now, you are confused about Hindu god and Buddhist temple, it is because in Nepal and large part of India as well; Hinduism and Buddhism coexist for centuries and much of the culture and beliefs have spilled over from one to the other.

The Indian Thorn Apple is not as exotic as you may believe. It belongs to the same family as that of the Angel’s Trumpets.

pigeons and human happily co-exist.

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