3rd Day of Leave

Three days have passed, of my 16-day Deepavali leave.
Hatched an idea for a family business on Monday
inspired by an article on the creator of Nuffnang.
To promote and market - our business, starting on our's.
Writing apt art reviews and precise book synopsis
service of matching art and writing, with patrons

At PC7

Sitting - a leg folded resting on the seat of the swirling office chair
Typing this ode to my creative self
Searching for words
Scanning thoughts
That are still,
Inert.
One.
Oneness,
Reaching within.
Scanning the source
Searching for stirrings.




 

SILENT MOMENTS

Sitting without a word expressed
Voiceless .......
But the thoughts so active - flying
Buzzing .......
Observing this soul - unagitated
Serene .......

Gardening yesterday.

Cutting grass at Semenyih
Worth two blisters
On the palm of my right hand
Gripping too hard
On the short full-metal scythe
An astonishing tool
That needs just a light grip
To fling the blade
For full circles of close cuts
Swishing cleanly
Barely scraping the hard soil
As in badminton
The racquet slicing the cork
Of the flying shuttle ...

54 going on 55

Turned 54 yesterday. But still feel like time is still.and I haven't aged .......
Looking back at the road travelled ....
Have not seen the years pass ....
Just turned a corner .....
Not a sharp turn .....
The start yet .....
Visible still .....
Memories ...
Fragrant ....
Fresh ....
Hmm ....

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Yesterday was Vinayagar Caturthi festival. Visited the Thokaiyadi Vinayagar Temple, the new building nearing completion. Met many former Cheras 2 1/2 mls folks. All the people I know are old and the newer generation has grown - presenting unfamiliar faces. Set me thinking back on the good old days - such a fertile plot for literature. Got to embark on my writing again.

The artist within this old journalist

yet uninitiated - a barren land

Untilled, awaiting the seeds?

The festering seeds - concealed

Without the gesture of an inviting plot.

A vicious cycle unbroken .....