No Show

is it a disturbance
shaped by
a past experience
or a certain
universality?

enlighten me,
if I err on this;
the storm will brew once more.

silence shall then mark
the end of the show.

a show to no applause
a show of make-believe
a show of no-shows;

may God bless the crowd.

(Leave the scene if you don’t mind)

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Fly Away With Me

An article I came across on the internet. Pretty good story and good insights too.

“A little bird was soaring happily in the sky as she took in the sights of
nature. Suddenly, a few stones struck her on her left wing. It came from a mischievous boy who thought it would be a good idea to hit the bird. She suffered some cuts and bruises to her left wing and couldn’t fly properly after that.

The little bird had no choice but to make for the ground and land in order to ease the pain. She landed with little grace, for the pain affected her ability to make a smooth touch down. She seemed to be in anguish and couldn’t really stand up straight.

Along came another little boy, who was talking a leisure stroll along the path where the bird landed. He saw that the bird was injured, and was determined to aid the bird as much as he could. He took the bird into his tender arms and tended to its wound with his handkerchief. With much care and affection, the bird was well rested and thus was able to fly again. The bird flew away, and made for the skies once more.

Now while the bird was able to fly again, its flight would be impeded for the rest of her days because the impact shattered something within her wing and the pain, while greatly reduced, would stick with her for all the flight time she would have left.

She remembers the boy who stoned her, but she flew off from the boy who tended to her with little more than a moment of thankfulness. After she could fly again, she made off for higher grounds and left the boy by himself without any further signs or showings of friendship. Did the boy mind? No. He was glad to have helped the bird, and continued on his stroll with a smile on his face, knowing he was of good use and help today.

The problem with some of us these days is that we remember deeply those who have hurt us, and not so deeply those who have loved us. Memories of the people who shattered us and caused our world to crash are deeply etched in the mind, yet it is not so easy to recall specific memories of special persons who pulled us up and out of the pits and picked up the pieces for us.

If I may venture a guess, I think it is because we blame others for our downfalls and misery, but we take credit for ourselves when we succeed or get back on our feet. We lament how this person brought us to our knees, wrecked our lives; yet we forget the significant person who turned things around for us, tried his/her best to plaster (excuse the pun) a smile on our faces with optimism and positive suggestion/influence etc.

As with the bird in the story above, she remembers deeply and painfully the boy who threw the stones at her and injured her left wing. Indeed, while the second boy couldn’t fully heal her wing, he at least made things better for her with whatever he could; if anything, he could have just walked away and not cared at all. For the bird and for some of us, some individuals are just interim measures to get us back on our feet and it is indeed cruel to just walk away after we have regained our footing.

So yes, let us remember to be grateful to those who have helped us regain our sense of direction and sense of self, those that enable us to find our bearings again. We owe it to them to erase whatever pain or damage that was previously inflicted, and to make what is to come better.

Perhaps my story isn’t complete: maybe the bird does remember the second boy fondly, and it is possible that she could be waiting for the right time to repay this deed of kindness and love.”

The Sorry Man

Oh for all the gold in the world
He could not put up with this:

To sail the ship
He pushes hard
To let it traverse the waters
He uses all his strength;

For all that sails
He makes it happen
With heart and soul
He continues on;

The currents are against him
The tides will him not
The waves do not sympathize
Nothing flows in his favour;

Oh lovely breeze!
Companion of the brave hearted!

It be good to blow him a kiss
To carress his weather worn face
To tell him she loves him
Let him know it is all not for nought!

Yet all is lost at sea
When she tells him not
Pays no tribute to him
Blows no love for him;

Oh for all the gold in the world
He could not put up with this!

Why Oh Why?

Why force something
You know won’t work
Even if you give your best
Or maybe even your all?

Why try at it when
You know it is tough
With hardly a chance of success
Even with the best of luck?

Why is it that
Sensibility doesn’t take charge
To lead you to make decisions
That will bring you high and far?

Why do you keep asking why
When the way ahead is so clear cut?

Why do we want things
That make us unhappy
That make us struggle
With no promise that is on par?

We creatures of contradiction
Why oh why?

I’m Wondering Why

Receiver could go haywire
If sender sends mixed signals

Sender could send clear signals
Yet receiver may have tangled antennas

Boy may tell girl he loves her
But girl could think otherwise

Girl could ignore boy
Though boy may think otherwise

She may have the angel in her eyes
Yet she could have the devil in her heart

He may have the devil in his words
But he could have the angel in his soul

She could change her mind
He may not see the reason why

Don’t hurt him there
(Not a second time)

When he’s still here
Waiting for a second time.

Ups and Downs 

When we think of ups and downs, we think of roller coasters and.. Life. The periodic ups and downs is probably one of the constants of life and it is true that what goes up must come down, and vice versa. We will all have smooth rides and rough patches, albeit at varying lengths for different people throughout their lifetimes. These highs and lows can occur at any aspect of life, be it in areas of financial, emotional, psychological or otherwise. 

To a lesser extent, I think these peaks and rock bottoms occur on a daily basis as well, where our emotions can fluctuate in great degrees (whether due to a conscious reason or not). We can be happy in the morning, uptight in the afternoon, and probably end the day on a high at night. With this came the theory and study of a base level of happiness for individuals, where one with a higher base level experience more satisfaction and joy in life without external stimulus or reason. It is something inherited and at genetic level, and hardly within control. It is like our default mood, where some can be perpetually positive while others sulk all the time. 

What I’m trying to drive across today really is that we need to tide through the lows and seek to bounce back to the highs. We inevitably get sad or discontented, but it is important that we do damage management and let allow our emotional state and state of mind to affect our decisions or harm our relationships with others. It is crucial that we take a step back when things are tough and not buckle in the face of emotional challenges. 

Find your friends, seek your happiness pill (i don’t mean drugs; I mean the person or thing that lift your spirits), do the things that make you happy, go exercise, listen to your favourite Beatles or Queen song, have an ice cream.. Yank yourself out of the depressive state and things will look up sooner than you expect. Positivity attracts good things, and the reverse is true for negativity. 

Remember, chin up when things get tough.. It’s not that you’ll drown a little slower, it’s that you’ll be out of the water soon enough if you can survive the initial onslaught. 

Have a good evening everyone!

All Those Years Ago

(I’m back with the romanticization of military life, and here is a tale of two sergeants. I added a little twist to the story just for the thrill of it and I think the form of this one gives it both a soothing yet incomplete edge, which is a bonus feature to reflect the ironic nature of the tale itself. It is short and abrupt, which creates a stinging impression. Hope you enjoy it, and I shall be back for more exciting tales soon!)

He asked if you’ve loved someone deep to the depth of the ocean before,
You said yes you have and that you’ve never loved anyone more;

You said to him that you are looking at him now and you smile carelessly,
He leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek and fell asleep with a warmth in his heart;

What he knew not was:

You saw but a pale reflection in him of his best friend,
The one true love of your life which was the only love which you lost

All those years ago.