Yarn Fever

Yarns...

They are addicting like those sweet candies stored inside a glass jar.

But not...

 
Thanks for being so kind and generous
Thanks for the affectionate pat and a hug
Thanks for the countless time spent with me

The rain may pour nonstop,drench you deep to bare bone
The cloud may turn dark, heavy and gloomy
But I am this inferior wind that could blow these dreadful things away.

I can listen to all your woes and pain all day
I can be a blanket to you when you feel cold and bereft
But I can never be a carpet nor a doormat, I'm sorry

I may not be blessed with richness
Nor schooled like the royals
But I am a true friend and an equal

I can be everything if I so desire
Yes, I want to be your friend
But not... your pet.

Sahara of Time...

Sahara of time...

~ ~ ~
Sahara caged within an hourglass...)

~~~

It mirrors what I'm feeling inside,
New ideas that became old and stale.
Luminous spirits that lives within,
Yet not able to shine at all.
Blessed with a heart so generous,
Yet not able to love truly.
Blessed with gentle hands that could mold and create,
Yet not able to reach out and feel.
Blessed with nimble feet yet not able to flee,
Chained down with life's responsibilities.

Blessed with the sweetest of voice,
Yet not able to utter a single word or a note.
Wings of dreams so magnificent,
Yet not able to ride the wind...
Nor the chance to take-off or fly at all.
Pair of eyes that could see far and beyond,
Yet could not stare much longer,
To find out the many colours of the rainbow...

So many constraints in order to live and exist...
To give up something so dear to us
In order to gain flimsy things,
That our society deemed important and of value.
Most would call it many facets of life's injustices
But some would say...
It's a choice; a sacrifice?
I wish I have all the answers; but I don't.
I have only one thing in mind...

"This is life's bitter-sweet reality!"

End

It mirrors what I'm feeling inside...

New ideas that became old and stale.

Blessed with nimble feet yet not able to flee;

Because it was chained down with life's responsibilities.

Wings of dreams that did not have the chance to take-off or fly at all;

Pair of eyes that could see far and beyond,

And yet could not stare longer to find out the many colors of the rainbow...

So many constraints in order to live and exist...

Most would call it many facets of life's injustices.

But I'll say it's a choice,

A sacrifice and the bitter truth of... reality!

When Life Was Simpler Then...

Missed the simple provincial life  I grew  to love,

When land was covered with luscious fruit trees

And roofs covered with reeds and palm fronds.

Where a friendly wind can swirl and whirl with liberty!

Missed the simple provincial life

Like riding a tricycle going to market,

Its noise and peculiar smell of mixed scents of goodies being sold.

The chorale like screams and antics of sellers vying for more customers,

And carrying the traditional BAYONG filled with locally grown vegetables...

Wished I could go back in time,

When life was much simpler then

Yet one could still manage to be contentedly happy!

Life's Simple Pleasures...

Life's simple pleasures, and that is... baking cookies from scratch and sipping a good cup of tea!
Feeling cheery and bursting with energy...must be the sugar rush!!! =)

Love beyond and more...

My love has no birth...No death; only they are reincarnated... Each day, each night, with fresh shimmering words...
By: Subha M. ~ poet ~

Until we meet...

To the wind---I give you my final breath

For I've stayed on this earth for too long

My mortal self weary and shriveled

But not my heart nor my spirit

The heart does not die

 For with it the memory of one true love shall remain.

My eyesight may have dwindled

Or may have faded through the years

But the heart could see far beyond and more
Just like the  rusty strings that had been silenced,
But could still reverberate at the slightest of touch.

As I stand here unmoved

Like the ancient trees of the past

Hands outstreched like the barren branches

Waiting for the final remaining leaf to fall

To be with the rest of the withered leaves

Lay scattered on the ground---forgotten.

With them, I shall be one

Not sad nor remorseful

For I know I have lived and loved

A life not wasted at all

Until my last breath, my love

Until we meet again...

Faucet and Flatbread...( from Vimala's Tale )

After reading Vimala's tale about stolen pipe...

Initially I was scared, thinking of those thieves lurking around, but after reading Shernaz comment, then I realised they were not hard core thieves. Perhaps at that moment a hungry or desperate father or a brother passed by your house and saw that pipe as a means to buy food for the little ones who had been crying all day and night from hunger pains.

The only thing is that a lot of water was wasted, but then again pehaps not. Maybe after a few days you’ve noticed that your grass were luscious green and your flowers abloom. Another blessing disguised by all the trouble you went through…and a lesson learned too. Next time you have the same incident, you know what to do! =)) hahaha
Enjoyed reading those accounts written by Vimala!

In Awe...

At first, I was drawn in because of the word ''tamarind''... A favorite of mine. I was thinking of buying few boxes of those... but it's frozen outside. I could not even unfurl myself under the warmth of my microfiber blanket...
Then I started reading; I was hoping of reliving anything about this fruit I am obsessing with...but was surprised to have gained more than my shallow thought.
Your words meant more...and had burrowed deep into my heart.

In awe of your beautiful poem...


Sincerely,
Isabel

P.S. For now my craving had been curbed...tomorrow's another day. Delighted to be amongst the living...

Once heard it said...

I heard that there are different kinds of love...The one that burns deep and die fast...

The kind that starts big and slowly wears away thou it seemed you never used it up,then one day it is finished...

Then there is the kind of love that you do not notice at first, it just adds a lttle bit to itself everyday, like an oyster makes a pearl...grain by grain, a jewel in the sand...

That's the kind of love that endures the test of time.

For A Dear Someone...

Glad to hear your spirit's up once again...Life's like that, we go through a cycle and they're normal. So does the season; it changes from winter into spring and summer to fall. I see it as a blessing of renewal, to be able to experience every possible emotions --- or phases in life to fully understand, appreciate and treasure each golden moments.

It's like this...how can we acertain if something is really sweet if we haven't tasted something bitter? ...Or how can we distinguish nor say we're amazingly happy if we hadn't cried nor ever gone through sadness?

Such contradictions right? But they're all an integral part of the whole picture, it won't be complete without the other.

Keep smiling to keep the sun shining at your end... Because when you do, it brings extra warmth in our hearts to know that you're perfectly fine. Take care always dearest 'te Glad...


Most Sincerely,
Isabel

Simple fragments of...

 During my childhood years, we would always share/ eat big breakfast every morning. Inang Maria would always make simple garlic fried rice, fried eggs or omelette, fried sweet pork sausages with Asian spices and fried sweet plantains... She would also prepare my mom's special "TAPA" it's a homemade dried salted beef. I could almost hear the undeterred pounding sound made against the back of the big iron knife and wooden chopping board made from cuttings from a fallen Mango or Santol or Acasia tree. The remaining natural oil from the wood mixed with the aroma of just perfectly fried TAPA could instigate a hungry growl from my tummy... Glad I had those years and moments.
For I considered those simple fragments of my childhood days  priceless...or shall I say delicious!

A Writer's Prerogative...

Being a writer gives us the freedom to create any story that we think is worth telling. We create our own world, we view things in a different light and different angle. We write and word words based on what's in our mind and whatever our hearts had dictated at that moment.

Emotion plays an integral part of being creative, it adds certain shades of color in what we write, even the process of creating music or capturing an object on a canvas with oil paints or other medium. For without emotion, a piece of music is worthless. It's like listening to a monotonous melody; no rhythm, no character nor dynamics whatsoever. Writing translate our emotions, thinking and dreams through all our five senses; sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch.

I would like to elaborate further, but more often a shorter version's enough to make a mark on someone else's consciousness.

Night and Day

What do you call when night is about to end and a new day is about to be born? I mostly hear them say "dawning of a new day" or " the day is done and nightfall comes." 

Wanted to write some more but really pressed with time. It's the hazard of residing away from your own native home, have to keep up with the present and current way of living.
I have so many things to share but hard to translate it at once, much more to a foreign language. If it's only possible that all nations speak only of one language then everything including human quests and past history might have been written in a different light. Perhaps things would have been better, easier and ultimately peace will prevail.



Wanted to write and add more but it's time to turn in and rest...until then, goodnight.

Inner Silence...

A Mind At Rest...

What do you do when your mind just want to sit still? Even uttering words an effort, just wanted to stare at the four corners of this room and listen yet not really listening to favorite piano pieces. It just passes through the inner part of my auditory canal and made no impact, nor impression at all. Why do I ask and question this? I should just let it go and let time pass by into space, after all it's a nice respite from all the chaos from the external world.

I am not dead tired, but only pausing after a hectic work schedule and listening to all the woes and complaints of my subordinates. Perhaps a little frustrated that I have no instant solution to their problems, these were caused by hard times and global economic crisis. The sad and ultimate decision came from the highest hierachy. It's final, no way or room for reversal.

So here I am, in a muted state. I have no impressive thoughts to share for there's nothing much I can say or do at this moment. Just trying to be in tune with my inner self  and with the ways and laws of nature, going through a normal cycle of what we call human life. Life is precious and abounds with many possibilities and so I shall sit here and let the sun disappear behind those massive mounds of earth. Let darkness enwrap me as if in a deep and dreamless slumber... Let the night prevail and turn into a new day again. Then as it turns, I shall open my eyes and greet it with renewed and sublimed hope.

Your friendship...

I was once a candle alighted encased within a glass lantern, bringing off such bright light or so I thought...

Did not know for ages that a much brighter glow can be created when one becomes two. Not until I've found you and your friendhip...

My hand into yours...

Here, in this little nook that's not bounded by time, space nor status...
You are always welcome to visit anytime, for in here you can pour and open up your mind and heart...
No constraints or whatsoever...

Take my hand into yours dearest friend, let our mortal breath and soul be free and mingle with the wind...

Love is...

A friend once asked "Where is love?"

I paused and answered..."Love can sometimes be found in the eyes of someone who gave you the kindest of gaze or smile. During the most trying times of your life, when you thought all has gone awry..."

Like destiny...

To find a gem of a friend is like destiny...It comes unexpectedly, just like an emerging sun amongst the darkened clouds in the sky... a true blessing indeed.

Promises to keep...



Sleep deprived since Friday, but could not rest until I've fulfilled all the tasks that needed to be done. A promise is a promise and no matter how hard it is with my busy life and work schedule, I am compelled to complete it. I should stop here now and will continue on later, this is my first posting in haste.Until then...