Madame

I am surprised Harban addresses me as Madame in our every conversations. 

This is just my question to everyone. 
Do I sound like a small kid or Madame in my poetry? 😙 

I am seeking the truth in my writings and poetry. 😗

I need all your honest truth. 

Thank you. 

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Weirdo

Artists are weirdoes
Or
Weirdoes are Artists
Or
Are Artists weirdoes?

A tendency to judge
A tendency to discriminate
The odd ones amongst the common traits

Before passing on judgement
Do we self-evaluate ourselves first?
Or
Do we forget own frailty judging others?

Let’s dwell with each other in love
Let’s dwell with each other in compassion
Let’s dwell with each other in peace
Amidst our differences


Inspiration On: Thursday, 31 October 2013 from 3:02pm to 4:40pm

In terms of strength and intelligence, I am considered the weakest among my siblings. Without a nights sleep, my chronic migraine worsened. My mother posed this question to my family doctor. But she doesn’t have headache without one or two nights sleep. He replied calmly that it is common for people to have headache without sleep. Humorously, he questioned my mum her weirdo for not having headache. She responded with an embarrassed smile.

Family Field

Is family a field of battlefield?
Or
Is family a field of love?

Is family a field of battle?
A battle for power?
A battle for self-fulfilment?
A battle of separation?
A battle of increase burden?

Isn’t family a field of love?
A reason to care?
A reason to self-sacrifice?
A reason of union?
A reason to share burden?


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 9:43am

Whenever I thought of my friend whom I wrote poetry on her behalf, my mind wonders of family values.

KiLL

Swords kill
Drugs kill
Words kill
Secrets kill
Truths kill
Fear kills
Earthquake kills
Mountain blast kills
Flood kills
Earthquake kills
Mountain blast kills
Hurricane kills
Strong Wind kills
Lightning kills
Low temperature kills
Freeze kills
High temperature kills
Magma kills

Kill physical bodies
Kill hearts
Kill minds
Kill into the core of beings
Kill feelings
Kill self-image
Kill self-confidence
Kill determination
Kill purpose of living.

Why can’t we take care
Take care the words
The words coming out
Coming out of our
Tongue and mouth?


Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 7:02pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 11:14pm

Deep Buried Feelings

Deep buried feelings were kept somewhere.
Painful memories were left unidentified for ten years.
Not ten years, more than that.
Unknowingly, it was planted since young.
It was sowed seed by seed.

Motivation of study is from external source.
Motivation of study only comes from mother.
No inner motivation to do so.
No sense of purpose in life.
No compass to guide me.
Only my parents are my compass.

We followed mother to her chosen destination to give us good future.
We lived in an uncle’s house due to lack of finance.
With my own eyes, I saw my mother being bullied.
I wish to stand strong, but I’m weak.
I’m standing at the corner.
I feel lost.
Angry with my self!
Why am I so slow?
Why am I a weakling?
Leave me alone.
I just wish to be quiet.

A slight headache.
Someone came to my rescue.
It is like a Light enters my heart.
There is a sense of purpose.
I need to stand strong.
I can’t!
But in the Light I can.

A door is closed.
But He opens a window.
A window opens my mind to marriage.

With just a few words through written message,
My past deep feelings were dug out.
No, I think I found out now.
Now I found out what it is.
Found out the root cause to fear of marriage.
It is the very seed that takes root in my heart since young.
It shaped my thinking.
It also shaped my heart.


Expressed on: Friday, 07 November 2008.