Expressing her thoughts,
Through colours and forms,
Silently yet loudly without words;
Sharing her feelings with many others,
Sensitive towards life and nature;
An urge for expression,
Through any medium,
The above poem is dedicated to a Turkish
artist (Nova’s mother).The family is staying in Singapore.
A piece of art,
Springs forth from the artist’s heart,
With dashes of colours,
Conveys the feelings and mood,
Sharing her thoughts and experiences,
Without words nor sounds;
Yet those who see the art piece,
Can feel and comprehend,
The wordless message in the artist’s heart!
The children of a poor man,
Will argue and quarrel over,
The financial contribution to bury the dead;
The children of a wealthy man,
Will quarrel and fight over,
The inheritance left behind!
The scenarios are common in life,
These wars are done,
Either privately or publicly!
Would the dead be resting in peace,
Or Will he be grieving in his grave?
The legacies left behind by them,
Are smeared by these wars,
Their bone of contention seems righteous in their eyes,
But behind this righteousness,
There is a deeply rooted lie!
The legacies of thinkers;
Deep thoughts and life experiences,
Enabling men to comprehend,
Life’s intricacies and bewilderment,
Be they religious, secular or just mundane perplexity,
Guiding the seeker to internalize,
And have self actualization,
A collection of wealth knowledge,
For us to explore,
To find our individual self,
In this ocean of humanity!
Life is short and sweet,
But it can be long and dreary;
Its sweetness has a bitter after taste,
Like after enjoying a cup of coffee!
Relationships can turn sour,
Like an overnight glass of milk;
Marriage vows can be snapped,
Like a thin withered hollow branch;
Blood-ties can be severed,
When they are too watery to stick;
Friendship can be sunk,
When there are holes and leaks;
This is life,
Depending on how we make out of it!
Cures many ills;
Being financially more independent,
Making and meeting new friends,
Feeling useful and contributing to society,
Leading a purposeful exciting life!
Feeling wanted and needed;
Another new lease,
“Make way, make way,”
The ambulance seemed to say;
Tearing down the road,
Running as fast as it could;
Answering an emergency call,
No time to lose at all!
Other vehicles give way,
For a life was at bay,
To the nearest hospital it flew,
Life at its lowest ebb it grew;
Could it reach the hospital in time?
A question mark for the mind!