No, surely I have no problems.
I am no beggar, I do not starve;
I am no criminal, nor would I need to be;
I am no vagrant, and look not for support.
Yes, it could be worse.
No, surely my problems mean nothing.
I could be ailing of disease,
I could be beyond repair,
I could be on the brink of destruction.
Yes, it could be worse.
No, surely there's always someone
more worse off than I,
and I could not compare;
shame on me for complaining.
Yes, it could be worse.
No, surely I want for nothing
I'm broken. I'm scarred.
I've been working myself too hard.
I'm anxious. I'm afraid.
I keep thinking of the mess I've made.
And yet, I keep going.
I've fallen. I've cried.
Everyday, I've lied.
I'm envious. I'm corrupted.
Every time I see myself, I'm disgusted.
And yet, I keep going.
I'm hateful. I'm destructive.
My actions, they're impulsive.
I'm unstable. I'm foolish.
Some might even say I'm ghoulish.
And yet, I keep going.
I'm flawed. That's the truth.
You say you wanna die,
I know thats a lie,
You say you are ok,
I know thats fake,
You say you don't care,
I say thats not fair,
You say thats alright,
I say thats not ok,
You say "I give up",
I say thats okay
Cause I am here.
One day, I will hold destiny in my hands.
I will hold fate like a little songbird in steady hands,
And I will say:
"Yes, I see you.
I accept you as you are,
I can love you are you are."
It will be no different from speaking in the mirror.
But that day, it isn't today.
Today I will only rest,
And perhaps tomorrow will not be that day either,
Or perhaps it will be.
But I stand ready for that one day.
Dear Water,
Thank you for being more than
just a substance composed of
chemical elements.
Thank you for quenching
my body's thirst for you everyday with no effort.
Thank for rolling down my cheeks,
carrying my emotional baggage
whenever i can no longer carry it.
Thank you for being a great conductor of sound
when everything around me is silent.
Thank you for teaching me that even though it's barricated,
I can still get to the other side through the cracks.
Thank You.
There is no escape
From this place I named The Cage
But there’s help for once.
The forest stream grumbles as the big rock
Makes it swerve sharply to the right
But is relieved that around the bend
It can flow freely again.
It swirls; over the sand bed the stream made
Where I lie in total stupor
The stream gurgles happily over the little stones and rocks
That cradles me like a foetus in its womb.
I lie, floating, watching my toes peeking out of the water
And my nose, like a periscope
This bloated corpulence slapped
Gently by the ripples of the water.
The sun is clouded out for the moment
I close my eyes in bliss
All I hear are the chuckle of the stream
And the chirping of the Wagtail.
My camera has auto focus; switch it on, point, press -
It focuses on its own
All you have to do is to press down all the way.
Of late, the auto focus doesn't work.
I pull the focus ring manually, forward and backward
It never focuses sharply.
This is the only camera I have; guess I will have to live
With images blurred.
To buy a new one is not an option
Till the next life, if there is one.
But I do take out my camera everyday
Brush it and blow away the dust
Tweak it here and there
Imagine sharp and clear images.
One day, it might snap back to life.
A traveler never forgets
The trees that gave him shade.
A traveler never forgets
The streams that quenched his thirst.
The paths he trod
The winds he rode
The grass he slept
The rocks he leant.
To remember and to be grateful
Is the way of the traveler true.
And –
The trees and streams,
The paths and breeze
The grass and rocks-
They too, will remember him.
As he passes-
My friend! What brought us together?
Was it the love for each other’s presence?
Was it the comfort in each other’s being?
Was it the glow in our eyes and hearts?
Was it the joy, the warmth and mirth
Was it regard, respect, the reason
Or was it because we just felt at ease?
Was it just the way we were?
Weren’t there times when it came to an end,
Weren’t there moments when we flew apart?
Why to each other did we take
Why each did we value, more than others?
What made you my friend, my friend?
What was the chemistry, what was the fusion?
What, pray tell me you see in me
What made you say I am your friend?
Enjoying nature
Enjoying forests, birds and the breeze
Enjoying music, reading, traveling
Enjoying looking, listening, feeling, touching –
I realize -
More than this joyful spread before me
More joyous is this gift, so special,
To find joy, to discover beauty
In matters all, piddling and profound.
Deprived, denied of everything
Of riches, of senses
Even in darkness I will remember
The light, oh life, you shed on me.
I will hope and wait
With the glow of happy memories
Warming, keeping me alive.
Laying in a hospital bed,
Fighting to stay alive,
Friends and family preparing for the worst,
Odds against me to survive,
My eyes close,
Images then appear,
A multitude of memories,
As I hear my mother in tears,
Obstacles presented everyday,
One hurdle after another,
Tripping and falling to the ground,
Scraped, bloodied, but refusing to lie down,
From complications at birth,
To epilepsy at 4,
A man stealing my innocence,
A grand mal and brain tumor,