The Beauty of Imperfection

I've had just enough time...   to appreciate the imperfection of Life

Taken the same misty morning of the lake in Ampang Hill, Kuala Lumpur

I draw my lines straight

And my circles round

I pray to the God of Order

And fight chaos every day

I search for symmetry

The way some search for Truth

And I thought I found it in a pyramid

I explained Life through logic

Believed in the power of deduction

For everything has a reason

Even God

Only waiting to be found

When I understand

I will know what it is all about

Meanwhile I am a searcher, a seeker,

An explorer, an adventurer, a priest

But none of these titles fit

Till one day close to dying on my bed

A little hand on mine brought barren wells to life

Alas, I realized too late –

I was only meant to live

I’ve No Arguments With Crocodiles

I've had just enough time to...   not to argue with crocodiles

Taken from the safety of the shore in Sarawak of the crocodile infested river

Under the blue umbrella

She waits…

As gray water rushes by

She waits…

The water has crocodiles

“I’ve no argument with crocodiles”

Crocodiles don’t need arguments

They are even sorry for what they did

Crocodiles being what they are

Would happily consumed you for breakfast

Or any other meals after that

That is their nature, that is nothing strange

What is strange are the tears they shed

“The waters are wide, the crocodiles are few

If one does come across and after me

Maybe that is my fate?”

You could stand away from the water’s edge

“I could.

I know a boy from the village yonder

Full of life, spirit and wonder

On a clear cloudless day, he was struck by lighting

Burnt to a crisp and no one even heard the thunder

It was not raining, and he did not stand under a tree

And they said it is more difficult than winning a lottery.”

She said it all with a smile

And a resolve strong enough to poke a crocodile’s eye

I retreated and it was many steps later

Before the question surfaced from the muddy water

What are  the reasons she waits…

How Can A Heart Hold So Much Sorrow?

I've had just enough time to...   hold some sorrow.

Taken in Taiping, Malaysia under the Rain Tree.

The still water 

Beneath the Rain Tree

Gathered the tears 

Of a thousand drops

Of hanging leaves 

Distressed by August tales

Of wandering clouds 

From a distant land

Where morning songs

Were drowned 

By thundering hooves

Stirring up a dust storm

Swept through the land

Into every home

Choking and stifling

And when the rain came

It was no salvation

Except burying everything 

In mud

Hidden 

Except for the tales 

Carried by the wind to 

The drifting clouds

Caught by the Rain Tree

Coalesced 

Into the pool beneath it

How can a heart hold so much sorrow?