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Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
I was alone
     at the beginning
     and will be at the end
     life is just this thing.
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
The raison d'etre of existence is living
despite all the sufferings and set-backs we face in a lifetime.

Living is the meaning constructed from our individual experiences.
It is a uniquely singular phenomenon.
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
Floating, floating, floating
floating in the thin air
drifting among the myriad clouds
high, so high up there--

lost in the stratosphere
(beyond time) of nowhere
carried by winds so fair
with such bliss none else can compare-

away, away, away
from the angst of fever and care
in this newfound realm beyond
where peace and beauty declare

their glory. As though borne
by mysterious wings-- there
earth melts into nothingness.....
(the alarm clock rings---I drop from the air!)
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
5 a.m.

Gentle rustling of leaves from nearby tree
same early bird-song drifting through my window
my eyes were heavy and I was still drowsy-
jealously I clung to my pillow.

6 a.m. onwards to 6.59

The train had its first run around my area
the dreadful clanging sound was too familiar
the neighbour's wretched dog Heather
was barking at the milkman--at six and a quarter.

7 a.m.

The mini-bus had arrived at the nearby school
the kids began to sing ' We Are The Nation's Pride'
Mrs Scrim the HM uttered the same words: 'Obey every rule'
my sleep was shattered--I rolled from side to side.

8 a.m.
     The automatic clock sang: ' Oh What A Beautiful Morning'
     (Getting up from bed was like being summoned to the jail)
      my wife yelled  ' You'll be sacked if you go on lingering'
      this is the pulse of the day--do you understand my sad tale?
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
In a late night train I travelled
the windows bore vague marks
of silent rain. I was the only passenger-
where was everyone?
Was all this orchestrated
that I would be left alone
to converse with my sorrow?

Tired looked the moon- sickly
would best describe
its strange paleness
was it sharing this moment with me?
no--it had no heart and couldn't feel-
yet my imagination ran wild as the wind
drifted in the night air as though with a voice
that seemed to say: I am in pain
but humans don't care nor understand'--

(there's always mystery in the night
only to walk in the absence of light
when no human is near or in sight
the chronicler of every human plight)--

squeezed into the immediacy
of time in hours beyond midnight
the drone of engine I likened
to an ailing old man's
incessant monotonous cough
and groan--with no respite--

(why do people dislike
and fear the night
looking at the ticking clock
hoping for early morning light?)

I wouldn't mind
if the train had no stops
with no destination
for me to alight

the silent drama
would thicken
between
the three--
the moving train
the night
and me.
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
I don't have to understand
in order to love
I love so that
I would understand
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
So much to learn
so little time
be pragmatic
pursue that with the best outcome-

so much to love
fail not, make time
kiss those waiting lips
embrace the moment sublime-

so much to feel
as the emotions come
look not away from beauty
to the lure of deceit do not succumb-

so much to live for
keep away from every harm
inspire, nurture and edify
let your heart abide in the sea of calm.
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