Feelings and Music

If I can translate
Feelings into Music:

The lyrics would be
Lovelier than John Lennon’s

The delivery would be
Better than Leslie Cheung’s

The tunes would be
Nicer than Don Mclean’s;

This is all because
I would sing every song

For you.

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Our Connection

Perhaps all of us are connected

In a not so obvious way
That transcends beyond that
Which we see or know;

Maybe we are connected

In a deeper way
That goes more in depth than that
Which we can ever seek to express;

They say we speak more in

Non-verbal ways than we think:
That which we communicate
Is more of body language than words;

I think we connect and communicate

On an unconscious mind level
Where soul to soul we meet and know
That we are all simply

Connected.

(I just developed an idea that we actually connect and communicate more on the unconscious level than we know. What we term as intuition, or perhaps even what we process in dreams, is just the unconscious mind relaying information to the conscious mind that it has picked up from other minds (or sources which we consciously know not of yet), that which our conscious mind is not able to actively absorb or comprehend due to the sensory information that the conscious mind takes care of. Perhaps it is time for us to trust our intuition and “gut feel” more, that perhaps it is this that is of clarity, rather than that which we think is clear to us.)

Words of Wisdom 

For today, I’ve decided to share a simpele line that my Company Sergeant Major dropped me as a parting shot as I step into the last few days of active national service. He said it in mandarin, and in perhaps fewer words, but the meaning has been largely retained even as I translate and make the line somewhat more fluent. I think it is a wise piece of advice, and possibly wiser than he himself could have imagined it to be. Make of it what you will. Here it goes:


“The best thing to say sometimes, is to not say what you know or what is immediately in your mind; it could very well turn out to be your greatest asset to let not the other know what you have in mind.”

To Write, Imperfectly

I’ve been wondering why I haven’t been writing prose or stories on my blog or anywhere else online for quite awhile now, and the answer does seem to be eluding me.

Do I not have the writing prowess to churn out decent work on specific topics? 

Do I not want to share my opinion on issues so as to avoid scrutiny or discussions?

I don’t think it’s either of the above. I suspect it’s because I’ve gotten tired of looking at my own thoughts and opinions beyond the place where they are most comfortable in, which is in my head, naturally. To see these thoughts translate into words on a page or a virtual space, it seems like an imperfect expression of all the massive mental workings that is going on within the tiny physical confines of the brain (and not mind, because who can quantify the mind, physically or otherwise?).

An article, a prose, while they do essentially capture a certain aspect of your thoughts, are limited and committed merely to how you craft them. Once you commit them into ink or print, they create an impression of you and your thoughts that may or may not be true; the words give the author a personality, and vice versa. It may reveal a part of who you intrinsically are, or it may misportray it regrettably.

And we haven’t gotten to the emotional bit of writing yet, a domain that is arguably distinct from the cognitive process itself. Words at best can only give a faint reflection of the raw emotions that arise in a person at any given point of time. Since it is already itself a mammoth of a task for a person to accurately pinpoint to himself how he is feeling at any one moment (without even determining the reason for the emotion), how much more difficult would it be to express them in words to impress upon others these emotions? 

This is exactly why brilliant writers are always so celebrated by the world. They have the ability to capture, even if imperfectly, the raw essence of emotions and parts of the human spirit, as well as convert sophisticated trains of thoughts into understandable language. They make us more comprehensible to ourselves. 

To be able to write is a gift, and indeed one that is often powerful and influential.  Looking back at the above paragraphs I’ve written, I realise that perhaps I am not that weary of watching my thoughts play out on a piece of paper or space anymore. I think the physical manifestation of thoughts in the form of words is beautiful (though at the same time essentially imperfection), and perhaps it is this inadequacy that is touching and perfect at the same time. It reveals the sophistication of the human mind, and the dynamism of everything around us.

Will I start writing more again? Most likely.

Man In The Mirror

“Play time is over buddy, time to start living life,” He told the person straight in the face.

He didn’t really like what he was seeing, or the vibes he was picking up from that person.

He could detest the person, but he knew he could never bring himself to do so.

He has a duty to love the person, a duty to protect him to the very end, to be there with him till the end of the line. He has to stand with him even if the whole world forsakes him.

That faithful morning he said those words to his best friend, there was no one else in the toilet with him…

Except the man in the mirror.