So many blamed the first kiss
for the troubles that beset them later on.
Moral?  Think before you kiss.

Speak gently, calmly, fair- mindedly and without taking sides when the atmosphere is charged with intense emotion.

Since it's so hard
to please other people
I decided to be kinder to myself
this caused me much less trouble.

I don't have much logic, being a right-brain person. Thus, my actions are based largely on feelings and to a large extent this has worked.
Perhaps there is hidden logic in feelings.

He is wise who makes no promises.

It's not what life could do
for me that matters
but what I could do
with my life. This stand
I've made and will not waver
or myself I'd have betrayed
and die with dreams unfulfilled--

life will be my tool
and not my master.

Life is but language which defines what it is or what it is not.

Copyright 2017

My aim in life is simple-- do the doable to the best of my ability--not to measure myself against others,  for life is not about competing with or outdoing others but self-becoming.  

I can't lead nor change the world and should only be concerned with creating meaning for myself - it's in the humble pursuit of ordinary daily things that I can find my worth, self-respect and, none the least, my limitations.  

Let me remain an ordinary person, live an ordinary life and die happy and content as the world goes by without me being noticed or known for I would have deemed this life of mine to been lived in the way I most value and cherish.  Death is the ultimate humility and has to be embraced and accepted -- it is not a blemish nor a killjoy but rather the summary and sublimation of a life that has been lived in fulness and  gratitude.

My priority should be to look into myself first

  before venturing to look at others.  I am not talking of being selfish here but about awareness of my own self. Then perhaps I can make sense of the turmoil, conflict, the confusion and restlessness of the outside world.  If life were a vehicle,  I should know at least the basic functioning of each part so that when it (the vehicle) is not working, I can at least pinpoint where the malfunctioning is coming from-

and, by analogy, the tools available to me in life are my perceptions, my insight, my experiences and perspicuity.  

No machine, no computer, no known device is as complex as the human brain and mind--the epicentre of all our thinking, our feelings and emotions, our consciousness and our being as an individual.



If I were fortunate enough,  I might be able to put the scattered
jigsaw pieces in their proper order ---a formidable task indeed as this calls for the utmost patience, perseverance. and circumspection. This will be my starting point--to put myself in proper order so that I will be more prepared for the outside world, to respond to it efficiently and intelligently and to know how I can best fit in.

A good poem is also a fine painting
and has the ring of a beautiful song.  It gives me three types of joy all at once.

What more need I ask?

I can't compete with others and I've no desire to.  I have to admit to myself that there are only a few things that, with hard work and patience, I could do with some degree of comfort and satisfaction.
On this alone  I'll focus, minding my own business, and as I move along, I hope to learn more of my limitations. Only through such self-searching, would I be able to make something out of my life. Without such, all my other efforts would be futile.

Nothing could be more deleterious than to pit oneself against others for to do so is an admission of one's inferiority and lack of self-insight.

In the beginning I was alone and it shall be so as long as I live. I have to look inwards to make sense of what is outside of me. This to me is a sensible way to live life.

I don't have much love left to give away--
I have to keep some as reserve to survive.

Know how
NOT to define yourself.

I have often felt that we are born not to understand but to doubt--
an error of nature?

I was saved by these four words:

Think of the consequences.

Every day is a new day
because I open my heart to its possibilities.

Love is strengthened
more by tears
than happy years

Be thankful that you are imperfect
as perfection would spell your very doom.

The perfected self has nothing else to look forward to
and perishes in its isolation,  monotony and boredom.

Our ills are not cured by education--the learned suffer like the common folk, perhaps even more acutely.

On the common platform of suffering, we are all the same.

What will save us in the end is humility and acceptance
which transcends all learning ands binds  mankind together
in its darkest hours.

So many searched
but so few found what they desired-
such is the impervious nature of fate.

Some day, somehow, comes the inevitable--- power
shall fall from grace and be crushed into powder.

When suffering becomes acute and seems too much to bear,
all that should be done is not to battle with it
but to strip it off bit by bit like peeling a large onion.

I do not have to be a fighter to be a survivor---
all I need is detachment, acceptance and patience.

I must learn not to hate myself
for what I have or have not done
as every single such act would reduce my worth
as a human being.

I was young and foolish then
but ,even in my old age now, I am still foolish in several ways-
only this time around, it makes my family laugh.

Moral?  Folly has its rewards.

I am what others are not
they are not what I am--

there shall never be any convergence
between me and them.

You might be rejected by the whole world
but you would still survive
if you are strong enough
not to reject yourself.

Why do we frown on our self-pity?
Is this wrong?
Perhaps this is the purest pity.

Some days, despite the pain within, I kept up with a smile--
I should not dampen the spirit of others around.
My sorrow is my own to deal with.

Honesty needs no apology

Isn't what I write in my diary
     the most honest side of me?

This is the problem with belief:
    the stronger,  the greater it does deceive

They are the most lucky
who are happy in their poverty

Winning and losing
are often wrongly defined
generalisations are insidious
the product of an inferior mind

Yes,  I do read
does it make me a superior breed?

Life is a chisel
we are its raw material

If it works--whatever the matter-
   leave aside the philosopher
   you are your life's author
   you know better

Such is artificial---kindness
       said--only during Christmas

You put this question to me
' Why do you behave beastly?'
   my reply- caustically-
  ' Because they treat me savagely!'

I know my enemy 100%
but my friend perhaps 50%.

Making YOUR day
why would I do that?
it shall be MY way
don't you forget!

There's no such thing
as a 99% truth--don't you be glad-
you are still a liar, not a noble being
indeed some would still regard you 'bad'.

Did you say
I owed society a duty?
I am all for myself
to serve others would cause me endless misery.

You are in public sight
    an everyday scene
    none knows you better
   than The Almighty who lives within

My heart is a gift
  not my own
  for nothing do I count
  if fertile seeds from my life are not sown

You can't escape
   hide or run
   what you did
   couldn't be undone!

Prayers know no time-table
     do any moment, any place, whenever able

Let not me your example be
  place your heart sincerely with The Almighty

It's not just about me
   being saved or found
  I must be humble and willing
to be the planting ground

As I am
a humble seed
to grow well
patience is what I need