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" 0f Memoirs and such... " Some parts of me aren't easy to understand -- as with the stuff I pen. That's why I've included descri-briefs of the poetry here, as will be revealed... Prayer + Untitled + + denotes Christian content " Prayer " was one of the first poems that I wrote, also the most significant because it felt spiritually inspired. Believe it or not, I was sick and feverish when a nagging thought in my head urged me to put a story I'd heard at a sermon into prose. I got up, sat at the computer and started composing. To my amazement, I'd felt much better after I'd typed the last word! And ever since, here is the unedited, original version: Prayer 'Twas a hot Sunday afternoon As they gathered at the pew For the preacher's words that week People there, believers few Feverish with perspiring They sat alongside each other And waited for His presence So they may be delivered A shuffling of feet Heads turned A bright-eyed boy In hope he burned For a shade he carried Much larger than he Struggled down the aisle Lit with a grin As he went by, people sniggered It's going to rain, they taunted and whispered A smile on his face The little one turned Told the crowd And let it be heard "I have asked, the week, of His Almighty And I hope in meek Reply is flighty For the skies to bring showers Unto this dry land For flowers to grow Upon this coarse sand And see, I've brought Something for my head For the rain will come, The little boy said A hushed silence As the people heard For the Lord's message Has been delivered Pray unto Him And seek to find The answers to your prayers Expectance in mind For then will they be answered As it has been seen His Grace and Glory Will be within Wednesday, 1st day of January 1997 I was in-charge of publicity & publications for my band's 1997 concert, and I had roped in my dear friends to help out with compereing, lighting, poster designs etc backstage stuff that goes into making a concert complete. To me, it was the most exciting concert I was part of; the aftermath "performer emptiness" was, of course, more intense than usual. Having much emotions left over, I penned this: The Making Time fleeted. Left with none. Ceased to feel Ceased as one. Time fleeted. Caught it then. Truely feverish Toiled and spent. Time fleeted. It had come. Music and song Cast in trust. Time fleeted. Swift depart. The stage. The player. The music. In us. Wednesday, 29th day of January 1997 This was a playful impromptu poem I wrote for a soulmate back then . He was the one who inspired me into writing, but somehow he was so easily distracted from schoolwork by his computer game that one fine morning I'd decided to remind him of his pending workload : Stardee!! Wake up and smell the coffee It is a brand new day The sun is shining bright outside That's what your mind will say Alamak! Work undone and essays unfinished As you slap your forehead and groan But I want to play Romance of the 3 Kingdoms lehh Was what he wanted to do at home Must finish the work leh..he sighs As he sat down, feeling lethargic But fret not, dear boy, it's not that all bad It's time the brains got a little more athletic Sit still! Don't think of that urge Please try to concentrate Take a break after every worked page And..can lar, can take a little break But remember to come back to your books The day will soon pass It would be nice to know that, by hook or crook Your homework was done at last :) Thursday, 6th day of March 1997 Wrote this for a friend who was feeling pretty down. She's been there for me all the time and I wanted to tell her I'd be there too...: Sweet friend of Mine Sweet friend of mine know how delightful 'twas to laugh in each other's joy And dance in each other's arms Sweet friend of mine know not how it pains me to see thy strong spirit dying for disillusioned hopes Sweet friend of mine Know that part of my soul dies with yours For thy loss of hope that we danced and laughed in hath faded thy smiles, And hence waned mine too Sweet friend of mine Let me pick up the broken pieces that bled thee And bind up thy wounds And if I should hath been hurt Let thy healed hands then help me too. Sunday, 1st day of June 1997 Good Friday saw me in church, slightly bored with the sermon. The speaker was talking about God's love and there was a response sheet to be optionally handed in. Toying with my pen and, in God's love, I wrote once again: Lord. Your Love is the rain that falls upon the mere flowers the wind beneath the eagle's wings the smile on a brother's face the laughter in a sister's eyes. My Strength in that last difficult mile My Solace as i weep for my sins That which you bore for me on the cross humiliated, shamed. it is the promise you gave the groom to the bride. so let me walk in righteousness and faith vigil i keep till we reunite. Friday, 10th day of April 1998 In my final year of university studies, I'd found another after my own heart type of person in my now-friend-then-lecturer. It really is rare to find a friend so in parallel with me, so I wrote a lil' something for him for his birthday: For Anthony Summer always brings Warm sunshine, sweet fragrant fields Heaven's unexpected showers Simplest of all beauty. It brought you here Sunshine dancing in your eyes Like the summer rain You are a pleasant surprise. The warm simple joy you bring To the people around you The whole gentleness of summer Alive in your presence. To you, I'd love to give All the snowy scapes that you adore But, for now Just a lil' impromptu prose - even a tad early! Still, never so To return the gift of friendship May it be an everlasting season As the ages fly. Thursday, 14th day of May 1998 Was thinking of all the people in my life when, overwhelmed, I decided to pen something for them all...: Late I don't want to be too late To gather the flowers by their names To saunter down the sidewalk Watch the baker baking bread I don't want to be too late To marvel the wonders of a stary nyght To catch a breath of rainfall And a sprig of first light I don't want to be too late To tarry all my dreams To paint a portrait of the world With my own colour scheme I don't want to be too late To say "I remember you" To all the ones I have adored And the ones I still do. Wednesday, 12th day of August 1998 The next short one was written, once again, in church. I hadn't been going for weeks before that service and somehow, it felt like coming home...: Pulsate in me Like the heartbeat of a mighty river For I have hungered for Your Presence Like a parched for water. And now that I'm here Still, in your presence It comforts and heals my soul Still I am here The river still flows... Sunday, 11th day of October 1998 Woke up quite suddenly one dawn to find myself very much aware of the morning... dedicated to the one I love : Adam I woke to the daybreak The curtains caressing the wind Peaceful, the acute morning But night lingers still. Turning, I watched you Gently asleep. Sprawled in deep slumber Your hand protectively flung, was Quiet strength in the night. I saw you; Dark tousled hair Long lashes against your cheeks You were a child again. February 1999 Something inspired by Dead Poet's Society; Todd was on his way to pay his last respects to Neil, who had killed himself. Referring to the then falling snow, overwhelmed, he'd remarked to his fellow schoolmates "...It is so beautiful!..". The following poem builds on this line, and is what I imagined he would've felt then... On Snow That Falls It is so beautiful Pure white this snow. How did I not feel this Amazed, till Far from us you've gone. You, my friend, will Have no more of these --- Worldly trivias! You depart for your cause. As you left, you left me No reason, For none to keep you Was given you afore. We shall meet again; Again our paths will cross. Till then, I'll breathe This, your gift of pure beauty -- How did I not feel this before! Of fiery white passion Burning, Of fleeting snow that falls. Sunday, 23rd day of January 2000 Dedicated to Thiru - till we meet again Hadn't written much for a while since the new millennium started, but I guess all along He was there, even at times I thought I was alone; I think I'm meant to realize that amidst my busy times of solitude: The Cliff I came to the edge of the cliff that breaks me from the other side. You've brought me here for so far; For me, what do You have in mind? I can't go past this gaping plunge -- I fear I will fall. I've looked everywhere for directions But none could help me at all. The crisp thin air brings echoes As I saw the far horizons; Such blissful peace I felt, that All of a sudden, I'd known: That You've always been with me Through times I'd felt alone. And now I know You'll leave me never However far I've fallen from home. And then I realise Someday, I'll find myself at the other side. But for now I'll admire the magnificence that Takes my breath On this cliff so close home. Friday, 18th day of August 2000 Strangely, I have always been drawn to the Irish culture... if there ever was, I'd think I'd been Irish before. That yearning is something I've always felt when I close my eyes to the winds: Visions from an Irish Dream I was back again; that unmistakable fragrance of distant mountains surrounds me - A mother embraces her child. The winds beckon and I run to imaginary rhythms of pounding hooves. Freedom. Almost there now they whispered, he has returned. Strains of uilleann pipes caressing this homelorn heart... Thursday, 9th day of November 2000 It's been so long since I last saw him; it's as though we'd never parted. For the one I left behind so many years ago: Same It's been so long, but You're still the same Disarming your grin It takes me on The journey - Returning It's been so long, but I'm still the same Salvaging pieces of a Forgotten memory till I found you Again It's been so long, but It's still the same Thought we'd lost that part of us Only to retrieve it when We meet It's been so long, and It's no longer the same Someone loves you deep My finger warms another's ring A smile. An embrace. Our worlds collided for Just a moment Still between us It lays - A fragment of Twisted destiny March 2003 Inspired by all the regrets in my life that I cannot return to. It is also my first for vividness in poetry, so bear with me please: Prodigal He held the mug between his hands Raised it to his lips and drank - A mouth of the dark brew. Sensual wisps floated up his nostrils And awakened his senses As he sat in the diners alone, unharried. He lifted his eyes and glanced out the frosty window Trees bare and laden with winter - Not a sight of warmth, he mused. It's been so long and it's gonna be cold But I'll have to get going yet. He brushed from his eyes a lock of fallen hair Looked down to his table - Lit cigarette wasting, handful of change and sandwich half-eaten. Fingering the ticket, tenderly loving The ride to where he was meant to be Yet he hesitated, somewhat. He picked up his bag and stood at the door Pulled up his collar and crinkled his nose - Stepping off the ledge, he never looked back As he made his way to the station On the journey home. Thursday, 8th day of May 2003 (Impromptu changes made on Dido’s "All You Want") Suddenly, my world and my heart seem to fall ever so slightly apart. The pain is almost unbearable till I was morphined: Soldier Dirt-battered gun, it slung Across weathered heart, wounded. I stumbled in a world I no longer recognized. I am amazed; the sky is Still blue, the birds sing. I opened my mouth But no words could I express. Falling, stubbed against the Sidewalk of this jungle I have tasted the wild ravage The weak – merciless torment! As I lay, watching My life it ebbs away. I know someday I’ll dance Again, in flowered fields Before that, dear comrade, My long, relinquishing rest. Sunday, 2nd day of April 2006 0205 hrs Written to front my electronic Christmas card to friends and associates. Merry Christmas to one and all! Winter Morning Coppered leaves danced Coyly, she smiled Barely touching as they passed. His dark eyes flickered On her red-gold hair In a moment, a glance Autumn is gone, For Winter has come. Wednesday, 6th day of December 2006 For my 2007 electronic Christmas card to friends and associates: Christmas Night Evening advances Clad and adorned The air crisp, scented With festivity People hurry With mistletoes and gifts Or hand in arm stroll Leisurely pleasures Bells chime A distant hour Peals of an Angelic chorus ring Herald the arrival Of a holy night Tuesday, 11th day of December 2007 Promised to try to write some poetry again but had no inspiration, until the recent long night drive. Tis' fer ya Anthony ;) Set Free Coursing down the highway Been a pretty long ride Only the wind for company But that's alright Stopped by the station To make a phone call I knew she'd be waiting I knew, just because She and I were lovers For ever and a day We didn't mean for it to happen But it'd be no other way She's the one I'm destined for And I'm the one for her But love should not hurt so much Whenever we're together Forget about me darlin' Pretend it's all a lie I really don't wanna hurt you So I gotta say goodbye We were never meant to be Like the sky can't touch the sea So darlin' though it breaks me You'll have to set me free Over on the other end Silence too loud to bear But I knew what she was thinking As though I was right there She said my love it's alright If that's what you must do I don't have to tell you what I feel Cuz you know; I know you too I know you still care darlin' I know it's not a lie I don't want you to leave me Please don't say goodbye We were meant to be Like the river to the sea So darlin' don't forsake me Cuz that can't set me free Now you're going to leave Don't look back just turn and go Take with you no memories It's easier to let go But you know we'll never Really say goodbye A part of me still lives in you Though a part of me has died I can't forget you darlin’ And pretend it's all a lie I really don't wanna leave you It's hard to say goodbye There's so much that we could be But time made fools of you and me So darlin' please forgive me I've got to set you free So darlin' please forgive me I've got to set you free Friday, 19th day of December 2008 The prose for my Christmas ecard 2008. I really wanted something simple to bring out the meaning of Christmas, but as the days flew by without a single inspiring moment, I was getting worried; I think He heard me and the rest is history, at three in the morning. Wishing my family, friends and business associates a very blessed Christmas! One Night For one night The air was still, and The stars were clear. For one night The beasts were quiet, and The world waited. In one night We learnt what it was to Forgive and to love. One starry night. Monday, 22nd day of December 2008 Gallery Sites Sign View Email Previous Home This page was last updated on Saturday, 27 December 2008 |