A Dedication (Three Minutes’ Work)

Here’s a post I dedicate to all who are
Left out or misunderstood in a complicated world
Where simplicity becomes the bane
In the workings of complexities and anxiety;

Don’t feel so bad if whatever you do and all that you do
Seems wrong or insufficient in the eyes of others
Merely because it does not align with the way they work
Or the way they think things should work;

Many a misplaced grievance is caused
By the misjudged expectations of others;

Run away and be free.


Important In Life / Existentialism

(Greetings ladies and gentlemen, it’s a public holiday today so I hope everyone can have a hazy good time.. Ops, I mean crazy good time. For those living in Singapore and other parts of Southeast Asia, do stay in doors more to avoid the haze; it is prudent to take care of your health. Here’s a short post for the morning in between the rush.)

Ask any man what he thinks is important in life:
Some will say wealth and others will say health,
While some will say happiness and others may say
Family or friends or someone he loves everyday;

Ask any guru what he thinks is important in life:
Some will say compassion and others will say love,
While some will say nirvana and others may say
There is nothing so very important in life except today;

Ask me what I think is important in life:
I say it is freedom in life within and without any strife;

Think’st thou otherwise?


(A moment of peace and quiet amidst sentry duty. Two line spacings don’t work on my mobile WordPress, so three dashes shall have to determine paragraphings and breaks.)

There are infinite number of lives all around us:

The ants hurrying about beneath our feet,

The grass that continuously grow unbeknownst to us,

The birds that chirp and the bees that buzz by;

To the ants the task of carrying it’s food around

Is everything in life that matters to them

While for the bees the job of collecting nectar

Is all that is important for them in their existence;

We watch the ants and the bees at work:

We think what they go about everyday is so minute

That their lives of carrying food and making honey

Is nothing too much to be concerned about;

Yet to them:

All that was ever worth worrying about in life

Is whether food can get safely to their nest

And if they can stay alive doing what they do;

What do you think the Universe thinks

When It sees us fretting over our next promotion

Or our academic exams and all the little things

That seem all so important to us?

If the Universe can show compassion to us,

What more to say of us to those we see as less than us?

Something / Someone Simple

(It’s been very dry these days so I’ll break my own rules and put in a post on a Friday evening. Sometimes we need simple things to get us through less than ideal parts of our lives.)

I’d love to come by your place
With a blue convertible I’ll pick you up
And we’ll go for a night drive
To a cozy place just to chill a little;

You’ll smile when you see
My car coming round the corner
With a bouquet of flowers in the backseat
And a sweet little plan hatched for the evening;

I think your smile will be more beautiful in reality
Than what I see every night before I fall asleep.

The Haze

It’s a hazy shade of winter:
Just in the wrong climate and an innocent country;

The haze engulfs the nation in a sort of darkness
As shell-shocked (non-red lightning) members look on helpless;

Millions have been spent but the shroud continues to envelop
Without a chance for the common man in the street to protest;

The streets are quiet with a sort of expectancy
Waiting with little patience for skies to turn blue again;

Yet the haze goes on and the rants rave on.

Hammer, Arrow and a Red Lightning

(The long awaited Polling Day is finally here, after a quiet Cooling Off Day yesterday. I’m very excited for the release of results tonight, and I can’t wait to see how narrow (or wide) things can get in constituencies such as East Coast, Marine Parade and Holland-Bukit Timah. Here’s a little something from traveling across the island and catching many polling stations in action today.)

Old men in white ironed shirts walk slowly along streets
With a white card in hand and a vision of yesteryears
A remembrance of good days gone by where their hair
Now grey was once lush and black;

They remember their humble village:
Transformed into a first world city that came
With a flash of Red Lightning and a Strong Man –
Change was there and life altered for the better;

Younger men in starched red shirts and blue tops
Walk the same streets with the same white card in hand
With a vision of years to come and what lies ahead
A hope of better days to come as their hair slowly grey;

They remember their modern city:
Houses and cars expensive beyond understanding
With a city filled with foreign faces and names
Where competition is high and provident funds appear withheld;

Both have the Red Lightning in mind as they step into stations:
One with a memory of yesterday and another with a vision of tomorrow
Where one looks upon the change that came
While the other looks at the change that is to come;

The Hammer and the Arrow promises change with their hearts
The Red Lightning assures improvement with their heads;

Vote wisely throughout the week they all say,
Let’s see tonight who shall emerge on top in the fray.

Had It All (and More) / Far and Few

(Nomination Day for General Elections 2015 has just passed, and things are getting exciting and heated as we head towards Polling Day. I would love to attend a rally sometime, but duties to the country probably wouldn’t allow for that.. so I guess my fun for this round of the GE15 is limited to this space. I’m very excited, and I look forward to good fights and positive results.)

That guy who humbled himself and spoke to you,

He was at the pinnacle of almost all that he has done before:
From top national student to student council president
To qualifications from the world’s most prestigious of universities
To being the best at what he practices all around the globe;

He doesn’t need the money from a ward he protects and serve,
He probably has enough money to last him a whole lifetime if needed;

He doesn’t need the recognition from speaking to people at rallies,
He most likely had enough awards and praise at the top of his profession;

He doesn’t need to fight as the underdog against mighty opponents,
He has always been a giant and winner at the things that he do;

It was right to question his motives four years back when he first started..

After all how many men who had it all (and more) would give it up
To fight for a better future for those whom he cares and wants the best for?

Far and few indeed.