the road less traveled by

In those days of wooing, I may have been worse than a mediocre lover for her. I don’t usually give what she expects, what I know anybody else can give. While some of the things I gave her tendered a moment’s worth, others would take years to elucidate how much they mean more than everything she wished for a long time ago. . .

I wrote four letters.  They contain the breadth and height of what I wanted to write. Howbeit enclosing only a sentence with six words, who can stop me from sending them ?

Everyday, I hear a certain kind of music. Not the kind generated from human voices or instruments made by human hands. One that almost all of us take for granted.

It is the kind of music that proves the existence of the Source of our life and the reality beyond it.

“… If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear. …” Mark 4:22-24

There are places I’ll remember
All my life  though some have changed.
Some forever not for better,
some have gone and some remain.

All these places had their moments
with lovers and friends I still can recall
some are dead and some are living,
In my life, I’ve loved them all.
- Lennon/McCartney

The Beatles’ song “In My Life” reminds me of friends who have already left but whose memories remain …

They say “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”  Why?  Can beauty be seen only? I don’t believe so. Having found something beautiful to my eyes, I realized it’s not the end of my search, but only the beginning of understanding what real beauty is …

My son asked me what he will write for his poetry slam entry. I was obliged to lend him a hand by giving him three lines and explaining to him how to write it. After a week, he came up with this piece. Can you guess the three lines I gave him?

Matt Monro sang “How soon the flame of love can die. How soon goodnight becomes goodbye. You’re gone now and life goes on now, and everything seems out of tune …”

How soon can one’s love die!

But how soon can the other forget?

“Poets often use many words to say a simple thing …” so an old song goes.

I’d like to convey a very simple message, but simple as it is, I’m afraid it might be
easily forgotten. In fact, I only wanted to say three words …

Dealing with family pressure and the pain of unrequited love, I once stumbled upon a refuge whose one way out was through the tip of my pen. It’s been more than twenty five years since I found that sanctuary.

When beautiful thoughts play in my mind, I cannot help but also play with words…

One of those nights I couldn’t sleep. Must be the moon?  No.  Whatever it is, I did manage to write a poem about it only to find out I really wrote nothing.

When everything seems wonderful, what is essential can slip away: A golden
opportunity, the melody of a long forgotten love song, and sadly… a love one.