Take Time

 

Don't Bother

 

Don’t bother—
When you’re bothered.
When your mind’s a storm,
Or your heart feels heavy,
Give yourself permission
To step back,
To close the door
On noise that drags you down.

But hey,
And this is important—
Be aware.
Not everyone is a friend.
Some wear smiles like masks,
And come close just to take.

They’re like wind—
Whipping up dust,
Then disappearing,
Leaving you unsettled,
Wondering what was real.

So, don’t give your light away
To those who only want to watch it flicker.
Be kind, yes.
But keep your eyes open.

Trust is a garden—
Tend it carefully,
Water only what’s true,
And let the rest lie fallow.

When you’re bothered,
Don’t bother.
Protect your peace—
It’s the fiercest kind of love.

Enough

Happy

If Sorrow is in your lips,

Spit it in your cup with Grief;

Give it to Happy.

Let the shadows steep—
A bitter brew beneath their smile,

A secret they sip
In the quiet hours
When the world forgets to watch.

Sorrow and grief—
Ghosts that wander,

Whispering through cracked glass,
Never fully seen,
But always felt.

And Happy?
They carry the weight unseen,
A silent pact
Between light and dark—
A dance of masks
Where no one knows
Who holds what
nd who lets go.

Love

“What is love?” asked the Naive,

With eyes wide, searching, open.

“Love is you,” said the Wise,

Softly, surely—

A mirror held to the heart,

A light that shines from within.

Love is not just feeling,

But presence—

A quiet knowing

That in another,

We find ourselves whole.

It’s the echo of kindness,

The steady breath

When storms rage around us,

The gentle hand

That stays

When everything else fades.

So when you ask,

“What is love?”—

Look closely,

For love is not out there—

It is you.

Every mother needs a daughter

Every mother needs a daughter, 

who will be her friend  forever. 

I have none but many 

that I bore not from my womb 

but in my heart. 

If sons are my strength 

guardians of my destiny, and

pillars of my soul

that knitted me together, 

Daughters are then joy- 

Bundle of love and kindness 

In my little haven of heaven. 

She reminds me, ME... 

Dares to be brave

Runs free in the wild, 

And shuns the fear of bewilderment. 

She mirrors myself

in reflection of herself. 

Whispers to me 

 the forgotten song... 

 O my ladies, 

 Let's greet the plentiful self - 

Celebrate the girl, 

 Rejoice the woman- 

the ME - the us-

all the self , O my ladies. 

 For today, she is my archangel. 

 TODAY will always be here, 

 there and everywhere. 

 

Tears in the Rain

 

 

God didn't promise days without pain,

laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain;

But He did promise strenghth for the day, comfort for the tears,

and light for the way.

 

(originally posted on Facebook on 20/06/2015)-WHEN THE CLOUDS CAN HEAR THE WORDS THAT OUR HEARTS CAN'T SAY- IT RAINS.

The dancing tree...

Photo: Hainault Forest by Teynmoli Subramaniam

I like to sit by my little garden,
and look a far at the dancing trees.

As the wind blows,
It tells me a story,
A story that only I can hear.
The lush leaves is brushing each other,
and dancing to the rhythm...
Dancing to the rhythm of the nature.

The nature whispers light,
It tells me to not think too much
Or too deep but just listen.
Listen to its mellow song
and rest.
Think nothing...
Think nothing but look,
Look only at the dancing tree and seek.
Seek and be lost in its ever prodigious charm,
Think nothing but just cherish.

Nature tells me its secrets-
It's secrets to how to be serene;
Serene and at peace,
At peace with  my docile self.
My docile self whom  is lost-
Lost in the worldly matters.
Matters of temporal that never ends...
Unfinished and will never be finished.

The self I know struggles to find me,
because the surrounding has stolen me ...
Stolen me away from thyself.
But this tranquil moment,
The tranquil moment of truth,
Finds thyself from the lost.
I  find thyself,
when nature told me to listen.

Listen and start to listen...
I Listen to the whisper-
Silent rhythm of the dancing tree.
In that tranquil moment of thyself,
A moment that only belongs to you and I,
I finally heard thyself of myself.
I heard thyself speaking,
Speaking to me,
About me...
About you, the the child in me
and the child I was and my dreams...
My dreams that I  lost
In the hustling adolescence.