Walking Alone On Lovers' Bridge

I've had just enough time to...   look at Lover's Bridge

Taken of the Lover's Bridge in Tanjung Sepat, Selangor, Malaysia

I remember the rickety old “Lovers' Bridge”

Where the waves slapped against the slanted legs

Letting out mournful sighs that I thought, was sweet

I brushed down my hair ruffled by the unruly winds

And enjoyed their vehemence for I thought, that was sweet

I smiled at the gray clouds for blocking out the intense sun

And was thankful the approaching storm was still far away

In your eyes, I saw no doubt only affection

And was happy that day, on Lovers' Bridge

Today, I walk alone, on Lovers' Bridge

The waves are mournful

The wind cruel

I am only grateful to the clouds

Kind enough for holding back the rains

And add to my misery

Can Planting Concrete Be More Fun?

I've had just enough time to...   see more concrete being planted.

Taken in Cilegon, Indonesia 2 hours from Jakarta 4 months later of the same place as picture below.

On 3 January 2012, I put up a post with the title “Planting Rice Is Never Fun” where I explored the theme of poverty and progress. Is progress a necessary evil? It is not an easy question and the answer depends very much on which side you are from and in. For those who love the beauty of the idyllic farm scene as much as me, we often see the ugly side of progress even as we admit to its necessity at times. But why can’t progress be prettier, to encompass instead of just destroying nature?

This was the image of the field in November 2011.

This is how it looked liked in March 2012.

It is easy to, but I have no right to question whether this is right or wrong for one with no stake in it. I can only lament that the beautiful field of swaying gold is no more. Replace by these piles of concrete jutting out from the barren ground. When the wind blows, I will no longer hear its whispers through the heavy leaden grains but the deep sighs as it swims round stiff concrete.

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?

Nothing Sadder Than A Tangled Kite.

I've had just enough time to...   go fly a kite! :)

Taken in Bali of the plight of a downed kite.

..

......

I am a kite

Born to fly, to

Soar above the land

An inhabitant of the sky

But the wind I depended on was fickle

And I learned that though I was born to fly

I was not a free inhabitant of the boundless sky

And the Earth that gave me birth
waited impatiently...

To reclaim 

the one
who
fly

..

..
..

_______

Let's Go Fly a Kite (from "Mary Poppins")

When you send it flying up there,

all at once your lighter than air!

You can dance on the breeze,

over 'ouses and trees!

With your fist 'olding tight,

to the string your kite!

Let's go fly a kite

Up to the highest height

Let's go fly a kite

And send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear

Oh, let's go fly a kite!

The World's Happiest Weather Vane.

I've had just enough time to...   catch the breeze with the weather vane.

Taken of a building among the padi fields in Ubud, Bali.

In the distance on top of a buiding among padi fields, I spied a weather vane made of flimsy wood, rusty metal and the dried branch of a coconut tree. It was the happiest wind vane I have ever seen. It caught the slightest breeze and waltzed along with it. When the wind leave, it let it go free and waited for another breeze.

And the happy couple on the wind vane did a celebratory dance every time the wind came a-calling with such joyous movement that I swore there are spirits in the figurines. Or my eyes deceived me.

“What is it you’re looking?”, they asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just the wind dancing free.”

Don't Bend Too Easily To The Wind.

I've had just enough time to...   resist the wind.

Taken at the foothill of Mount Kinabalu.

Don't bend too easily to the wind,

The oak is noble for a reason.

Wind & Curtain.

I've had just enough time... to feel the breeze.

Taken at home

The wind lifts the curtain,

My smile,

With tales of flitting shadows

and dancing light.