Oct 28, 2012

A Special Dedication


a little gesture
travels in the space of time
my thoughts, my wishes


upon the first song
as first light breaks in slowly
first thought flies to you


a smile, the sweetest
the messenger of warm thoughts
onto you, they flow

with sincerity,

Oct 25, 2012

Benign Welcome

A feeling awakes and up goes the smile
Facing another grinding day of the world
Pleasant thoughts easily present making
A day as awesome as can be, though
Ugly sides of it tearing apart the beauty
Putting a gap in between light and darkness
In a frantic effort, to grasp that light of hope
Darkness keeps pulling the beautiful feeling
into that dark abyss, most feared for no return
Hearts will grieve and bleed sorrowfully


The air is still a plentiful to keep surviving
Against all odds and up goes the smile again
So, breathe in the air gleefully and walk happily
Among the field of yellow, warm lovely flowers
The sweet scent a solace to a lonely heart
The warm sun rays an antidote to a cold feeling
The dance of birds and butterflies flutter a heart
Awaking in another zone of new beginning
A benign welcome undiscovered before
This is life in a beautiful world, one and only


Oct 24, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

This is a cool image I found here which is entitled "Reincarnation" and uploaded by Daiva Bičkauskaitė. Even if I had wanted this image to be under my choice of Wordless Wednesday but I just can't help adding some notes. I have seen cats with similar looks here, having a line of black fur above the mouth that looks like moustache. If this is really a reincarnation!

Credit to the owner of the image.

Oct 21, 2012

The Chase

a little girl at heart
I hold on to happiness
it slips through my fingers


Oct 17, 2012


the minute, I step
into your world, I
feel I’m in safe hands


Oct 13, 2012

The First Mail

The first mail was the hardest yet it is the sweetest.
The first word that really lasts. The first line that rings sweet in the ears. The phrases and sentences that flow and sing like a gentle stream.

The first expression that come and go like the non-stop sea rushing to the shore; coming and going and coming again  to form ripples of beautiful words, phrases and sentences and touch the heart and swirl in the mind. The first mail brings about ideas like mushrooms sprouting after a rainy day.

The first of all mails has the best honey and sweeten up the sour moments; extracting the bitterness and replacing with sweetness.

The first will never be the last. The first is unique!


Oct 9, 2012


every moment so precious
precious than glittering diamonds
sweetness of life exudes pleasant thoughts
of days with blue sky and golden rays

just a moment ago, it seems
in the streams of pleasant memories
carried away in the singing breeze
to a place unknown but a paradise

what does it matter, doesn't matter
the chaos louder than rolling thunder
what really matters, does matter
haven of new found land a-discover


Oct 7, 2012

A Blessing

On weekends, when I'm home having all the time in the world, I'm always inspired by some little things that happen around me. For instance, when waking up early in the morning, the sounds of early birds which are always chirpy makes me feel so blessed being able to hear the music of nature that is so unique. They sing in a melody so sweet; the meanings known to themselves. They are so care-free; they are so happy!

Nature is always very close to my heart. I open the window of my bedroom and soft morning light gently lands on my skin. It's still very early when everyone else is still snoring in bed. In my little world, I love seeing everything around me. There's a hill near-by and oil palm trees look so soldier-like lining up in straight rows. The lush of green gives some kind of therapy to a tired mind after a whole week of draining the energy for what keeps me alive - work.

The cockerels from the near-by coop are also taking part in the morning's orchestra, producing some kind of energy that boosts me to feel today is another fruitful day. It may not be so but I am already feeling good!

Oh! The morning breeze makes those banana's leaves sway like petite dancers. At the back yard, my rambutan fruit trees are making me proud because they are now bearing lots of rambutans. Rambutans are tropical fruits which are round in shape, the size of a ping pong ball, hairy skins and the flesh is so juicy and sweet, white in color. The skins differ; some are red, some yellow.

How could  I not be spell-bound by many things amazing, beautiful and unexplained in my little mind, around my little world? How could I not wish this nature's beauty to last forever? How could I not sigh when the hills near-by are flattened and up goes the steel poles and my heart breaks for my little friends without a place call home?

I wish to hear the birds sing an endless song. I wish those hills to stay majestic. I wish the sun to stay gentle on my skin without biting me hard. I wish the world to stay greener.

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Oct 4, 2012

The Owl Hoots

The reflection of the moon looks so mirror-like in the lake.  It is such a perfect image which can take one's breath away. The trees silhouette against the moonlit night and sway gently in the cool breeze producing very soft rustle that adds more beauty to the surrounding area . Above, surrounded by millions of stars is the round face moon. A full moon; it is the center of attraction!

All is quiet as the clock had struck twelfth. Suddenly an owl hoots. It is so melancholic like the cry of a lover with a broken-heart; piercing through the night and pains the heart that hears it. Such a beautiful night, no one should be sad. But why the owl hoots in a voice so distressful?

What is life without love and when there is love, there exists a  longing to be with a loved one? Dreams are made, dreams are achieved but some dreams are futile. The owl is missing the moon! The hooting has a lot to do with the heart that had been filled with unfulfilled dreams and a tragedy.

Once there lived a very loving couple in a small village near the mountain. Their marriage was strongly opposed by the headman, the girl’s father, however they had carried on with the ceremony. The headman was very mad with his daughter's decision marrying a poor peasant's son. He disowned his daughter and in anger cursed the couple that one day bad omen would befall them.

The couple carried on their daily life as usual without thinking much of what the headman had said. They were such a lovely couple. Little did they know that one day they were going to be separated forever and in a very sad way.

It was so devastating; the whole village cried on seeing the heart-breaking moment. It happened one evening, a sudden gush of wind swept the whole village and everyone was terrified. The wind howled in such an ugly manner and swept the house of the couple. Everything was thrown into pieces. The couple hugged each other tightly but the wind was too strong for them to fight back.  In a blink of an eye, the wind blew hard on them and they could not hold on any longer; the girl was blown upwards to the sky while the man was carried by the wind into the forest of the mountain. 

The cries of the girl and man was so heart-wrenching; a midst the wind they called out each others' names and said how much their love was and would be together again one day. But strange things happened when the girl reached the clouds; she felt that she had changed into something which she did not have any idea of. She felt her body curled up and became round. Her fair skin illuminated in the evening sky. She looked down at the devastated home she shared once with her beloved husband.  Her husband was no where to be seen. Strange feeling crept into her; she felt that she could not stretch out her hands nor move her legs. Everything seemed to be tied up round. She looked at herself;  her whole body was round and her face was round as well! Tears streamed down her cheeks and in a very shrieking voice, she cried, "Father, how could you punish me this way? You have torn apart two hearts that bloomed with love. You are so heartless, father!" 

Meanwhile, deep in the forest of the mountain, the girl's husband landed on a tall tree. He was unconscious and when he woke up hours later, he was very surprised to see feathers on his body. He could not believe what had happened. He was searching for his wife but in vain. He called out her name but instead he heard himself hooted in the middle of the night. His voice rang out through the forest. He looked at himself again and could not stop figuring out what had he transformed to.  He called out for help in  a voice that seemed to sigh. All he could hear was, "Ooh! Ooh!". 

Out of no where, he heard the spirit of the forest saying, "Stop sighing, young man. Be grateful that you are still alive and  you are an owl!"

His whole body frozen and he would had been dead if not for the thought of his beloved wife.

In a shaky voice, he asked the spirit, "Where is my wife?"

"She isn't far away. Look up above you, among those clouds, there she rests waiting for you to call out her name," answered the spirit.

His heart shrank and he just could not help crying bitterly.  As the nature of the owl, he hooted and broke the silence of the night. The couple looked sadly at each other from afar. Though distance and fate had separated them, their love was still strong and they were faithful waiting for each other's presence. 

Every time when there is a full moon, we can hear the owl hoots which sounds so melancholic and we will understand why.