I once thought
   I did understand
    but now realise
    I am ignorant

We poets never cease to travel, but each in their own direction.

The aim is the same--to explore, discover, understand and to learn the meaning of life and living, and in the process, hopefully, to transmit something worthwhile and beautiful to the world at large.

Is it true
most of us
don't know
our true selves?

if we were birds
we wouldn't know
we had wings-

if we were fish
we wouldn't know
we could swim-

if we were clouds
we wouldn't know
we could float-

if we were flowers
or plants, we wouldn't know
we could grow-

is it true
most of us
are partially blind
to ourselves?

We are moments
and players
in the somewhere of time
but can't presage
the outcome-
life is the jungle
thickest, darkest, wildest
and most mysterious-
shadows are ubiquitous
light is rarely seen
or felt around-

we are absorbed
into the web of time
unprepared, innocent
untutored, inexperienced
in our ignorance-
all that we can do
is to watch and accept-

we and time
have no covenant
to come together
or to agree
with each other-

the language
we each speak
is incomprehensible
to the other-

we meet somewhere
and then move in the flow
to the next unknown sphere

Honour
is above success
greater potency
does it possess

Bruised
but didn't hurt

fractured
but not broken

down
but not out

failed
but didn't walk away

disliked
but didn't hurt the pride

rejected
but still self-accepted

oppressed
but resurrected

hated
but love wasn't robbed

shaken
but remained constant

tested
but prevailed

dishonoured
but still conquered

Joy and happiness
  which word appeals more to you?