25 January 2011

Sailing the Milkyway

Image by: Tom Lowe

Floating the galaxy, I dream

like stars we gaze upon
visible and present, but tells
a past of a light years ago

Do I wish upon it
as it appears to the eye?
real, tangible, warm and blazing?

or is it a mere story, a dream, a whisper
foretold and foregone?

28 November 2010

The Kiss

"The Kiss"  Gustav Klimt
Liquid eyes conveying intensity
Of the unspoken
Instinctual body in recognition,
Held breath, tense muscles, hummingbird heartbeat
Time stops and the body hums
vibrating like single stroke of a bow on cello string
Resin evaporating in the air as friction dissolves into a rich note


Pulsating
nothing else exists
Hazy dream,
Mind struggling to connect with the quivering body
Burning....aching....anticipating....

in a drugged state of awakeness
million beating wings


can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t resist
Infinite millisecond
Before your lips meet mine

11 November 2010

Soft

misty membrane
Am porous
to life's gifts
hope, love, joy
despair, grief, desolation
darkness deserts me
vividly wildly i dream
tonight, everynight, every moment.

08 November 2010

WYSIWYDG


Words are larger than life, infinite and carelessly thrown about
Easier to utter than to live up to
Oxymoron to camoflauge real feelings, true actions, ommission
People often say "What You See Is What You Get"
Don't assume, or presume to know, you say
Yet what I see is not what you say
What you do is not what you feel
What you feel is not what you reveal
Do you hate or love? Do you judge or accept? Do you hope or despair? Are your constant smiles a front for your unspoken dark thoughts? Do you blame or understand? Do you give or take? Do you embrace or pull away?
What is Real? What do you desire? What is your tangible tactile truth you can live up to?

07 November 2010

Love & Passion

Lovers enflamed, erupting with intense passion, horizons ablaze. Like scorched earth, unquenchable thirst, all consuming.

With all life being cyclic, feverish summer will eventually give way to autumn, then winter. Paths diverge, choices to be made, one of departure from nights of fervous affair, and another of love's dance.

Love endures when leaves start to fall. Like old friends who love and accept one another for all that they are, all that they are becoming, all that you think they lack. It doesn't demand self sacrifice, but rather giving and yielding, rendezvous and meeting of minds between two very different souls.

When snow falls, lava greets the oceans, lovers effort to acknowledge one another's essence and differences. They meet eachother in a dance of give and take, should they decide to waltz. And if they dance, the cooled magma will surely give birth to coral reefs, gems, and infinite planktons.

06 November 2010

Invisible Bond


"[Friendship] is but the discovery of ourselves in others and the delight in recognition"..."for we look not with our eyes but with the mind"...

Fluid, resilient and enduring, like mist churning itself into fog, soaring high, transforming into bubbly cumulonimbus. It opens up, pours itself onto unquenched earth, to birth new life, to turn itself into oceans. Like elements, it evolves but its essence remains. Once the mind meets, it pierces past all boundaries - language, religion, time, age culture, gender. Iff true, it seldom breaks, through turmoils, deaths, marriages, divorces, failed projects, distances. Unlike blood bonds of family, it is carefully and deliberately chosen or severed.

Passionate and heated arguments, hurtful words, disagreements, third party gossips, do not dissuade. Once formed, your worst qualities, failures, negatives are inconsequent and they remain, through it all. Accepting you for who you are, for all that you are, they hold your hand through trauma till early morn; listens without resentment to your sorrows, even if it was caused by your own actions and omissions; amplifies your triumphs and magnifies your successes. No problems or joys are too big or small. Silent selfless mutual giving has no oaths - only meeting and parting of minds.

Constant and steady, they show you the light in despair, your strengths in weakness, dreams where all hopes are lost. They wear the mast of truth even when it hurts. They are there for you for no other reason than because you said you had a bad day.

03 November 2010

Breathing

What if this was your dying breath
the last moment for someone to know

how much they mean

Your siblings you fight with, family you argue with, your aged parents you seldomly visit, your friends you hardly see, your loved one who's "I love you's" lost all meaning like carelessly repeated morning greetings.

Yes, the other, more probable odds are
that there is a whole lifetime

But life has its own twists and turns
So grasp this moment, fearless
Don't wait, let them know,
How much they mean

No fear, no regrets, no taking for granted, more days to come, one more breath...

02 November 2010

Ending

After all is said and done, the "right" path chosen
So why do my lips quiver

Hands tremble, Heart castanet

Galloping a thousand butterflies away from this path.


Fervous and cold, shivers as my physical denies

My teeth gnash against one another, as though through this action, it will prevent my whole being from escaping, tumbling, bursting through my body.

Involuntary tears cascade in gasps


If its so rightly chosen, why is it this hard

to say Goodbye?

31 October 2010

20 October 2010

Art in the Moment


Whilst sipping coffee and breaking fast we read the papers
Barely aware of fodder we chew and digest
Driving, a list of to do's
At work our minds excape to Bali, Phuket, destination of your choosing
Whilst our hearts pound from a destressing jog, our thoughts go over the day's events
What was done, said, heard, analysed...
Showering, our muscles yield to the cascading hot water
And even then, thoughts of dinner preparation, or other some insignificant thing
As the day closes, we numb our minds to morphine of our choosing - TV, books, games....

Incessant chatter, infinite loop of past and future
We replay in our minds
As we steal the present from ourselves

Take the time to inhale the brewing bubbles of rich Arabica aroma
Each morsel of muesli as it bursts forth between our teeth
The buttery toasted consistency and fragrance revealing itself with each bite
After all, act of devouring deliciousness of a meal, of self-nourishment, is an art in itself
intimate as a kiss...

A delicate symphony of taste, texture and temperature, if you choose to hear and dance to it
There is nothing more luxurious and decadent than rivulets of steamy water on skin
More rapturous than imbibing the vivid sunset
More exuberant than your quickening heartbeat and aching muscles
More joyous than being completely immersed in solo midnight salsa

Let each moment be a testimony of present, an artwork
Wind whispering on skin, sun's embrace, sensuous sensations
Past and Future cannot carve passionate memories on your heart
Acknowledge, pay homage to this breath, each act, task
with all that you are, engage, tango, dance, be
Do not squander a moment
with replays of non-existence