We Are Blind Because We Can See

I've had just enough time...   to learn that truth can be hidden in plain sight

You may not see the truth even if you have compound eyes...

I was so sure of my sight because I could see

Better than others, I thought

So I did not heed those close to me

"Beware! Things are not what they seem"

But I trusted my sight more because I, could see

We were so sure of the rights we fought

That we could not be wrong

Justice, compassion, transparency, truth

I thought all who came under the banners

Fought for the same God

The battles had been fought and lost

The banners strewn on the battlefield

With the corpses, as I retreated I reflect -

Blindness is such a strange ailment

We are blind because we are so sure we see

Taken of the moth in my garden who reminded me that truth can be hidden in plain sight...

How our eyes deceived us. We would not have been fooled if we were blind. I saw the path I was shown. I saw it lead straight to the castle. And we charged. But we did not see the swamp that bogged us down. That made us easy preys to the hidden foes and the circling vultures. We felt the slings of arrows taking up arms against a sea of troubles. No more! I lay down my arms but not before I reluctantly slay the beautiful illusive dream. But worry not about the dreamer, he dreams new dreams without bloodshed instead...

The Lizard On The Peacock's Head

I've had just enough time...   to chase the lizard from the peacock's head

 Taken of the magnificent peacock at the entrance to Fairy Park, Klang, Malaysia

I asked the lizard

What is it doing

On the peacock’s head?

The lizard said

No one looks at me

But all at the peacock instead

So I climbed on its head

The Lizard is vying for attention on the peacock's head

But they are not looking at you

They are looking at what on its head!

You don’t get it, do you?

They are still looking at the LIZARD

On the peacock’s head

The peacock is not too pleased, who would?

But the lizard doesn't care...

 

Everyone is looking at it, that's all that matters to him even if it is undeserving

Plastic Bags Have Their Say

I've had just enough time to...   witness the life cycle of the plastic bags

Taken on morning on the way to work

Three packets of plastic drinks with straws sticking out

Standing proudly basked by the morning light

Held up by half-consumed content

Near a monsoon drain cover

Where they were discarded

From a vehicle

Days before

It speaks a lot about the person who did that

It speaks a lot about the culture of that society

It speaks a lot about the management of the city

It speaks a lot about the problem of the country

It speaks a lot about the state of the planet

All in deafening silence

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The Majestic Plastic Bag - A Mockumentary

Memories Are Not Written On Hard Disks

I've had just enough time to...   write more memories

Taken of two sisters taking pictures of their family on a memorable occasion

We capture moments to remember

Capture them to share

Capture them to store away

To recall another day

We use more and more devices

To capture moments aplenty but forget

Memories are not written on hard disks

Memories are written in our hearts

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Whatever’s written in your heart, that’s all that matters

You’ll find a way to say it all someday (yeah)

Whatever’s written in your heart, that’s all that matters

Yeah, night and day, night and day.

Whatever’s written in your heart - Gerry Rafferty

Pretty Geese On The Way To Market

I've had just enough time to...   see pretty geese on the way to market

Taken on the way to work one fine morning

One fine morning on the way to work

I saw three geese riding on a truck

That is nothing strange

Till they started talking

And I could understand what was said

“Yahoo! It is fun riding on a truck”

The others agreed in splutter and gurgle

“The kind farmer is giving us a ride

To the market in this fine pick-up truck”

“What is a market?” One asked

“It is what we live for, what we eat for”

The farmer told us “You’re such pretty creatures.

Raised to be admired.”

“Look at the poor guy at the wheel”

And they babble and blabber and blather

“He has to work to live because he is ugly!”

And they chatter and prattle and tattle

Then the light changed

And the truck moved and the geese

Were on their way and they called out

“Bye bye ugly, go to work!”

And their laughter echo all the way to the market…

How Do You Love Your Flowers?

I've had just enough time to...   love my flowers

Taken of the orchids in my garden...

How a flower looks

Depends very much on where it appears.

Will you go near a flower

Blooming on a cow dung’s heap?

Will you tame a jungle

To get near a wild bloom?

and the dancing ladies doing a wild dance in the wind...

Do you appreciate the common petals

Grown in your own garden?

Or do you covet that

Grown in your neighbor’s yard?

Do you value a flower

Because of its rich surrounding?

And not give a second glance

To that flowering in a junk yard?

while the prosperity flowers welcome the God of Prosperity, still waiting...

Do you love flowers for it beauty?

Or do you love flowers for its virtues?

Or do you love flowers because they are flowers?

Morning Has Broken.

I've had just enough time to...   view another beautiful sunrise.

Taken one fine morning from the hotel window in Klang, Malaysia.

On a morning like this, one just feel like bursting out singing.

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Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens 

Morning has broken, like the first morning 

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird 

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning 

Praise for the springing fresh from the word 

 Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven 

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass 

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden 

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass 

 Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning 

Born of the one light, Eden saw play 

Praise with elation, praise every morning 

God's recreation of the new day