Gone with the wind
is my unsettled mind,
at even tide rests my  tiring thoughts
so I  cast my wishful cry to the sea current of hope
for a surf of faith, however the size,
to ride on its crest to reality in the morn.

One word to eradicate in one's heart is 'Enemy' through the power of 'Forgiveness',
Then there will be no more feeling
'the enemy of my friend is my friend,
the friend of my enemy is my enemy',
we shall all be friends, eternal friends,
a friendship so blissful to belong
for our hearts have no enemy
and there is none to wrong us to forgive them.

Places I have never gone
Yet my mind thinks of them
Places I never dream of
Yet my mine knows they exist
Places I never feel I belong
Yet they become my destiny
Places I don’t know if I could see
Yet my mind sees them
Through poetry.

Somewhere over the rainbow
I see your name carved by nature
Sparkling, twinkling like stars
Each letter blinks your everlasting love for me,
And leads me to your heart.

Somewhere over the rainbow
I see us together forever
Lighting up the dark sky
When the rainbow disappears into the blissful night,
And together we sail away the years.

Everybody, a moment in their life,
want power,
desire wealth,
envy influence, and
run after fame.

Some found them in the common hours,
others took ages to realise them,
others never had the opportunity,
and most are still working hard towards them.

For those that have them all and are happy,
blessed are they,
those that have them all, but along with them come an emptiness,
it's time to share them with others,
for those that never had the opportunity,
be thankful that you can breathe a sigh of relief,
and those that are still searching for them,
learn from the experiences of the others.
Be thankful for what you have now
big or small
plenty or few
two or one
one or none,
because you are
still powerful,
wealthy,
influential
and famous
in your own rights.

Dear Dad
I know you have physical disabilities,
but you are the centre of my heart,
the love of my life,
so thankful to be your son.

I  am never ashamed of you,
because you are my perfect dad;
your heart is never disabled,
your love has had no divisions,
your mind is pure,
your words calm a raging foe,
and your smiles are infectious,

I will always be your son,
I love you Dad.

Down the memory lane
The journey of my identity, my life
unfolded in a broad spectrum of events
Of how I reacted to life’s happenings.
Sometimes proactive, most times reactive.
Other times, I succumbed to the world,
My dreams hung in balance
Almost letting go,
especially my being."


Along that memory lane,
My faith builds on my ego,
Hope regenerates within my being,
Perseverance grows strong,
And self esteem heightens,
I hold on,
the portion of my being,

Beyond the memory lane
a new journey of my life
where the modern life
challenges my tradition beliefs,
no anticipation of overnight change,
but vivid imagination of  good life beyond today
when tradition and modernity blend well
in my being.