Beauty

Serenity does not lie
in her lips,
But her mind
When she accepts
Things that she can't change;
And her silence
When she chose
To remain calm in a storm.

She is called the BEAUTY.

She Breathes

She breathes,
slowly and calmer...

To conquer her anxiety; 

She breathes to live...

To live in the moment. 

She is aware and conscious... 

Conscious about life-

The worldly attachments
and her destiny.

She takes a deep breath

and let it go. 

She let go her fear

and kept her faith...

In her silent prayer...

She breathes.

Autumn's Rain

When Autumn whispers in the rain...Listen.

She carries a subtle message...only for you-
the Brave.

She carries you in her heart...

to nurture you with nature.
So, Allow her...
Allow her to carry you in her joyous season.
Allow her to show you the way with a reason.

 Listen...she is whispering.

Falling leaves are calling you-

Calling you to dance with them.
So you dance...
Dance like you have never danced before.
Dance like the whole world is yours.

Wither with the rain,

Flow  with the breeze
Rest if you must,
But  rise-like  air, you rise like air.
Like air, you rise.
Dance, fall, rest if you must , and rise.

Listen...she is whispering.

She has the secret ...for a reason.

For You are her life in the season.
So do not yearn but learn.
Learn to let go.

She knows how to let go;

She knows how to sprung again in spring.
She knows how to say good bye;
She knows how to make way for the new.

So learn- don’t yearn but learn to make way...

Make way for the new,
Make way with a new hope
Make way for a new dawn.

Listen...she is whispering.

It’s here that Life begins-

Life begins all over again.

So when Autumn whispers in the rain...

You just Listen.

The Seeker's Heart

The seeker's heart is always silent,
Soaring in her own thought
of what life is becoming.

The seeker's heart is always firm,
For in her silence
she carries her world.

Deep down inside, she knows
Life is only a matter of time
and endless perseverance...

The seeker's heart is always serene.
It has eyes that no one can see,
and ears that no one can whisper.

Her mind is preserved in serenity,
sanctified with resilience.
She knows what she wants,
and she chose what she becomes.

She sees with her heart,
and listen with her brain.
She feels with her heart,
and speaks with her mind.

She cares with her soul,
and loves with her heart-
wholesome and righteous;
handsome and courteous.

For the Seeker knows
the essence of her silence...
the beauty of her existence...
and the little wisdom
it beholds.

Lavender blue

Lavender blue blooms in my heart,
With strong, sweet scent-
Refreshing and reviving,
Quenching fire in my solemn heart.

11/04/2019

The Hidden Poet

When my mind wanders,
Nature brings it back
With her wonders.
Makes me ponder...
Upon  life and surrender.

Thank you mother nature
for your splendour.
I bow to thee-
the majestic grandeur.

Flowers of spring
makes me wonder;

It is the season
to awake the hidden poet.

(11/04/2019)

Cross Road

When you are at a cross road,
stand a little taller,
see the paths clearer,
and walk your way.

Smile...
for you are still breathing.

Breath...
for you are a blessing.

Listen...
for life is to be cherished.

and Cherish...
for life is a bliss.

Only if you think it so.

Heart,Brain and the Self

When your heart and brain
say the same thing,
Stop and Listen!

Break the Fear,
Take the Courage,
and Follow.

Follow where your heart leads
Follow where your mind leaps.
Follow yourself within the self.

Heart, Brain and the Self-
They somehow know what you seek,
and that is seeking you.

Crown of a Lover

She bejewelled herself
in the lonesome silence;
to learn and earn
the sweetness of wistful longing
and absolute stillness;

To her,
Silence is the solemn oath
to keep a lover's faith...

06/08/2019

My Flower and I

My Flower and I,
In the summer's night
with a little light
and some freedom;
Living the night
as if it were to be the last one
in our solemn kingdom.

14/07/2019

A Poem for my Malaysia

This poem is written in Malay Language, my homeland's national language. It is written in the spirit of the celebration of Malaysia's 62nd Independence Day. It is not meant to condemn or based on any specific ethnicity, or person. It is purely from the heart and mind of mine for the love of my birth country, a moment simply for my homeland.

Sejenak untukmu

Aku bukan bukan Melayu

kerana aku cukup Melayu,

cukup Cina, cukup India,

dan cukup lain-lain kaum.

Aku anak Malaysia.

Aku bukan bukan Melayu

kerana aku atuh pada rukun.

Rukun aku rukun negara.

Usah disindir kepercayaanku

kerana aku bukan calang-calang orang.

Aku anak Malaysia.

Aku bukan bukan Melayu.

Aku tahu Melayu, aku hormati Melayu,

dan aku cintai Melayu

kerana aku anak Malaysia.

Aku bukan anak India.

Bahasa ibuku Tamil, 

kampungku pekan Melayu,

sekolah rendahku sekolah Cina.

Kerjaku merantau dunia.

Kini sudah dekad lamanya

aku dikota London,

tetapi bahasa ratu

tidak menodai Bahasa Malaysiaku,

kerana aku bukan bukan Melayu.

Taat dan setia tiada sempadan,

Perpaduan kita menolak permusuhan.

Adat kita disulami akal bijak.

sehingga kita terus mencipta kiasan.

Aku diajar bersabar,

usah kau terkial-kial dengan teriakan,

kerana ini bukan  kialan
bersandarkan kaum.

Sulap tali, tegang lurus;

Silap bahasa, tegang tekak.

Aku bukan bukan Melayu.

Ayuh, eratkan tangan yang bersalam,

kerana kita sudah lama merdeka.

Malaysia bukan muda,

tidak mudah dikongkong.

Undur si kamu yang tamak-haloba,

mahu pun yang rakus kuasa,

kerana kami semua sama.

Kami sudah diajar lama.

Kami faham, 

Kami akur dan tulus;

bertolak-ansur dan bersatu,
dan sayang satu sama lain;

semuanya kerana Malaysia.

Malaysia cantik,

Dia ibu pertiwi.

Dia adil dan saksama.

Dia bijak.

Dia sudah lama mengajar kami erti perpaduan.

Aku, awak dan dia sama.

Lain rupa dan lain warna,

tetapi satu hati dan satu jiwa

kerana kita anak Malaysia-

sudah lama dijalur Gemilang.

Kita bukan bukan Melayu

Kita sudah cukup Melayu, cukup Cina

cukup India dan cukup lain-lain kaum.

Kita bangsa Malaysia.

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!


Nukilan Teynmoli Subramaniam
Penamoli

He colours me HAPPY

Photo by Teynmoli Subramaniam

He colours me happy,
With oily pastels, chalks and wax.
Red, he says is happy;
Yellow is warm hug and cheeky smiles;
Green is nature- many jungles to explore;
Blue is fun in the rain and freezing cold;
also sadness because you are feeling blue sometimes.

Photo by Teynmoli Subramaniam

Orange is bright sun, another new day to smile;

Pink is Love and the ever so beauty of blooming flowers;

Black is dirty little fingers and sleepy moon

 but white is clean and neat and cotton bright;

Gold is peace because it shines;

and when you add some silver,

turquoise, and violet with a dash of indigo-

it's just so perfect colour of impression.

From all of his favourite spectrum of colours,

purple is the most lovable one

because it simply means-  MUMMY!

While earthy brown  is a deep comprehension

of sound sleep on mummy's tummy!

Birth and life is a rainbow.

Every colour of it paints a special  bond

between mum and son.

A little colour game flickered into words;

Tickled some play- gaily into poetry;

which he who is six found it amusing,

 eager to conclude mummy's lines

and his shared thoughts,

So, he typed his own words on my blog.

"Poetry can  make people feel better about the world.

Colours make it a beautiful place to live today."

Now, in the blue cold night,

Here is a jolly good mummy-
feeling blessed and thankful;
with one calm looking son-

 fallen in his deep brown slumber

on mummy's cosy warm tummy.

By mummy Teynmoli & son; Owen Yogalingam
14/05/2019

The Unknown

Believe...
when you walk to the unknown,
nature will guide you
and love will strengthen you.

Smile...
because no road is difficult,
no path is arduous-
every journey is made simple
when you have love in your heart.

St. Bartholomew's Hospital 26/01/2019 6:20am

The Last Leaf

(View from St. Francis' Hospice's Main Entrance, The Hall Broxhill Road, Romford 11/12/2018)

Silent night and lonely path...
the leaves are withering, one by one just as her breath.
She breathes slowly- once at a time...
slowly and slower...her breath fading into the air.
As long as she is warm, life is there
and I am here- by her bedside just as I promised.

(penned on 11/12/2018 at around 11pm, My precious friend whom I fondly called Logi, died the next night 12/12/2018 at 10.02pm because of cancer)

The Last Leaf

and the last leaf withered,

so is her breath...peacefully...gently...

looking at me calmly and nodded the final goodbye,

 as I was half-way chanting,
The holy Hindu hymn, 'Sivapuranam'.

I know I have to finish the verses...and I did.

Rest in peace my dearest friend. I will miss you.

    
This poem is dedicated to all who has lost the battle to cancer and those who continues the fight and the ones who have conquered it. To all the families, my heart goes out to you. Grieve always comes in waves. At times it feels as if life is returning to normal, and then every so often the gruesome feelings are a resurgent of a range of emotions- missing, sorrow, guilt, anger, pain, unease and agony.