Ideas

I started this blog because I believe that all ideas are born free and have no boundaries. I want to share my thoughts with the whole world. I get so much joy from thinking and writing that I want the whole world to celebrate life and happiness with the ideas and thoughts that bring me this sense of exhilaration.

Ideas are born free
There are no bounds
Don’t you see
There are no forms
No dos and don’ts
Where ideas come from
There are no rules
There are no preconceptions
There are no definitions
No fences,no borders.
Only stars in clear space
With glittering bright lights
The inside of our mind
A conglomerate of intricate network
Where ideas dodge ,flit and float…
Occasionally get caught
Then free themselves
Again to float among the stars
Till again caught
By a mind like ours.
But where do they come from…
These ideas
Where do they start….

Ideas

Ideas have wings
They are born with the wink
Of fairy star eyes.
Then they they take off….
They fly
They flit and float through the blue skies.
They hide behind clouds
Slide on rainbows
And soar.
They know no bounds.
They slide and glide
Through infinite minds
They hover in the air
And pause a little there.
People think
And people declare
Ideas like this are really rare.

But are they?
Do you think?
Who thinks?
How do you know?

Where do your ideas come from?
What makes you think?
How many more think like you?

And it all starts with a fairy star wink…..

Blink
Blink
Blink

Boundless

I see the distant bounds of land
Where the oceans greet the sand.
I see the trees
Sway in the breeze.

I see butterflies flit
Among the flowers
I feel sunshine smile
On all that is ours.

And yet,

I see mankind
With fury seethe
Raging on built up ,pretended, unreal needs
Need of creed
Need of greed
Who creates these boundaries?

When man first walked the Earth
What countries bound his girth?
What languages tied his tongue?
What cultures drew the lines?

Was he happy?
Was he sad?
Or,
Was he just very glad
With God’s plenty
And sunshine in a friendly land?

Why is it we crib and cry
Over words and over lines?

Why is it we do not see
How wonderful is God’s plenty?
Why is it we do not share
What is available everywhere?

Full of joy and full of fun,
I see the little brook run.
Here I am , one with the brook
A grain of sand
In God’s mighty land.

 

Singapore…. Things that I love

 

The nicest thing about Singapore is the sea…not the downtown beaches or the East Coast but the remoter beaches with their wild wind and frisky waves….

Alive

Feel
The blueness of the sky
The madness of the breeze
The swishing of the trees
The colors of the sea
The whiteness of the sand
The swiftness of the waves
As they rush towards the land

What a joy it is to be living!

Everchanging

Every minute ,
I see the sea change
The sky keeps rhythm with the waves
The sunshine spreads a glaze over the blue and green
And then loses itself in the sheen
Becoming an extension of the frothy water.
The sky turns grey
And the sea is an aquamarine blue
With touches of somber notes
The sun has set
The day draws to an end
The sea from molten lava red
Has become a mysterious deep grey
With pin pricks of distant lights
The waves sing a soothing lullaby
Now it is night.
Time to sleep,deep, sweet, soft slumberous sleep.

Night

Darkness descends on the sea and me.
I can hear the quiet secret of the breeze
Strong, resonant , yet muted.
The distant lights glimmer
The waves become whiter at the edges
As they rush towards the beach
The water is a luminous black
Strange, opaque yet translucent and fluid.
The mysteries of the sea reach out to me
In their strange antiquity
Below the dark liquid
Lies buried treasures of yore
Life holds mysteries at bay on the shore
But if I could plunge into the deep
I could perhaps see the secrets that the sea
Holds back from humanity….

The Returning

I can see the waves run
Run at me with open arms
Spreading out all their charms
Inviting me to go into the sea
And be one with infinity
I can sense their rhythm and their beat
Become one with the breeze
I can sway like the trees
And glide in with ease.
I can feel the cold water
Close around my knees
I can feel the drift of the waves
And I float , I swim ,
The sea has now become a part of my blood stream.
I drown,drown my senses in the waves
Till like a seagull
I rise again
Refreshed by the salt sea
Returning back from eternity….


Happiness

Listen ,
Listen to the mad race
Of the wind and the waves
See the bubbles that chase
With the colors of the rainbow
Sparkling, bejeweled , shiny
It’s like laughter that is sunshiny
Happiness, gayness, frolic.
The bubbles bounce into the sea
And become a part of endless eternity.
When they blow towards the beach
It’s like pieces of the sea
Run out to greet me
Like water without gravity
Is it all a part of the same reality?


Soother

The sea washes away my tears
Salt unto salt
Water into water
The waves lap the edges of sorrow
Till it wears off
And I can see again
The calming in the vastness of the ocean
The madness ,today, is rhythmic and gentle
Like Ophelia, my tears mingle with the salt water
And my joylessness is lost
Lost in the blueness, the vastness, the endlessness of the sea.
How small are my tears in this infinite universe!