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...

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Gets Going but…

I've had just enough time...   to shed a tear for the fighter

Taken from St. John Fort in Malacca on a rainy day

When I was young I was taught 

“When the going gets tough, the tough gets going”

That is how I lived my Life

Which saw me through many fights

These scars bear witness to the fact

It is not courage I lack

For I believe - “The tough gets up from the dust”

Now the dust has cleared

And clearly I see the battle field

The broken spear, the fallen shield

Comrades that shared a drink and laugh

Now laying face down in the dust

My weary hand can't hold up the sword

Without a sound to the ground it drops

It takes an effort not to sink to my knees

There is no more fight left in me

I slowly turn and walk away

My Life will change from this day

It doesn’t matter what others say

How I ran away from the fray

Even a hero must call it a day…

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

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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.

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee.

I've had just enough time...   to seek new fire.

Taken on top of Maxwell Hill

"Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving,
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving,
Come back, and dwell with me."

- Emily Bronte

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A long, hard, battle had been fought.
Now that it was won, I felt strangely depleted,
And lonelier still.
Who understand these battle scars?

No one, I am sure.
There is little battle left in me,
But more fights to be had.
I’ve lost my fire
And need it to continue…