A Child Becomes A Man

I've had just enough time to...   see a child becomes a man

Taken at a temple in the Durbar Square in Bhaktapur, Nepal...

Yesterday a child starts a fire

The smoke rises

An old man puts it out

The master said –

Neither be too happy nor too sad

Don’t be so attached

For change is the season

Not the reason

A child becomes a man

...where I saw an old man who was once a child

Nothing is permanent. Everything changes. Whether it starts and ends and begins again, man’s life is a straight line from birth to death, a constant change – with an end? But what makes a child a man, the wrinkles on his skin, the years of his life or the wisdom he gained? If he is wise, he is a man. If he is not, he is still a man. What then must he seek in the midst of these relentless changes? How does he find his balance? Where does he seek his centre in the turmoil of his joy and sorrow? I saw the old man who was once a child. I saw the child who will be an old man. I see myself in all of them.

The Sound Of Falling Leaves

I've had just enough time to...   listen to the sound of falling leaves...

Taken one chilly morning in the backstreet of The Rock, Sdyney

Leaves fall

The speed of tears

Smash the ground

Silently splash

Quivering echoes

Through silent streets

The Giant cries

Tears as many as leaves

Catching the mournful wind

Through skeletal branches

Till no more leaf is left to shed

Then deadly silence

Winter is here to stay

Sometimes you are sad. You may not be able to point out a single incident or even a number of incidents that are making you sad. They may have some effects but you know they should not make you as sad as you are. You are just sad. Stop looking for the reasons. Indulged in it for a while. A sad movie, a sad story or a sentimental song. Or a chat with an old friend, a long walk in the park, an evening by the sea. Do whatever works for you. Sadness prepare us for happier times. Just don't lay on It for too long. It may get so comfortable that you would not want to get up again.

Leaves Falling - Sound of Silence by Regon Kuo

The Lament of An Old Park Bench.

I've had just enough time to...   sit on an old park bench.

Taken of this old park bench on top of Maxwell Hill that has seen better days.

I met an old park bench

Looking kind of sad

Or maybe a little mad

From the way it blenched.

When I am about to sit

It shrieked “Don’t do it!”

When I asked “Why Not?”

It said “My purpose is lost”

“I used to be happy

To do what I do best

To provide a respite,

A little rest.

But when they prefer the grass

I know my time has passed,”

I sat down gently on the dirty bench

Cradled its arm around the bend

Sat with it silently into the night

Till it was just us, and the starlight.

The next morning I went back to the park

To where the bench and me shared a spark

But the bench was nowhere to be found

Just a puddle of dew left on the ground.

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A sea of smile and a river of tears
A flood of memories
Imagination will take me back
(Chorus)
On an Old Park Bench
Old Park Bench
Old Park Bench
Old Park Bench
A summer's night, the stars aglow
Did more than light the sky
With fortune, fantasy, and fate
We dream on an old park bench
I take your hand in my hand
You hold my soul in yours
One touch becomes eternal
When falling in love

The Owl In The Corner.

I've had just enough time to...   get out of the corner.

Taken of the owl brought back from Nepal that I cornered in the corner.

There Was An Owl

There was an owl

who lived in an oak.

The more he heard,

the less he spoke;

the less he spoke,

the more he heard-

Why can't we be

like that wise old bird?

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There was an owl

Who sat in the corner.

The more he sat

The less he moved

The less he moved

The more he sat

Till he was cornered in the corner

And that is kind of sad.

Fly Away Yellow Bird.

I've had just enough time to...   wish I am a yellow bird.

Taken in the tropical garden of Bali.

Yellow bird, up high in banana tree.
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me.

Did you lady friend leave the nest again?

That is very sad, makes me feel so bad.

You can fly away, in the sky away.

Your more lucky than me.

Wish that I were a yellow bird, I'd fly away with you.
But I am not a yellow bird, So here I sit.
Nothing I can do.

Yellow bird, yellow bird.

- The Mills Brothers

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Don't we all wish we are yellow birds

That can fly away when we want to.