A Story A Day ~ 12 ~ Of Nature’s Patterns,Sunshine in the Clouds ~











December, a month of gifts blessings prayers and reunions.. Family weddings  dates specially fixed so that relatives and friends can avail the chilly, yet cool holidays. As the last week of December begins wishes start circulating around the globe. I find no endings or beginnings, not at this stage of life, it seems to be at a standstill, many say it is a blessing and I say ,yes, it is…with health , not wealth, for wealth which we take as and we call it money,  is always in a state of transition…sometimes less sometimes more…
It is a time for prayers …helping others finding the truth and appreciating it,feeling peaceful and observing nature…have you ever done star gazing at night? I remember stargazing, identifying constellations and the hemispheres of the skies…in the Summer nights…uncle was an amazing expert, he had a book with pictures, the book was Astrology’, though uncle was a Botany professor but I guess he loved science ,and later he introduced mystery and scientific investigation and research and above all…adventure when he brought ‘The Three Musketeers’ for me…and I too came to love not exactly one botanical part of science but all of nature…I get extremely spiritually excited for a feel a strange attraction towards the sun the clouds the high flying birds rivers mountains sunsets and sunrises and so much more..as nature is an endless amazing world…

I wonder and often fail to understand why people say, ‘you have the time,we don’t’ but where does time go? time is always on the move, we need to follow time..as time will not wait for anyone, nor be still,

and here I share the recently captured on camera patterns of the clouds..was this the story that I wanted to write I wonder…?

it is the communication of nature and the understanding it conveys….I stop here to continue later hopefully…..Ah it is getting cooler as evening draws closer to the dark shades


Oh the new moon’ as we turned the car  on Korang road, moving towards the small residential area I caught the small bright crescent…amazing view of nature…and my memories stirred again..the study of the moon flashed across the canvas, the craters and many years later heard the moon landing ‘live’ on the radio’…every time the moon appears so amazing…nature is never tiring never ending beauty…eternal existence…and it is all for us to enjoy and appreciate…not destroy…

the car stopped..we had reached home….



FOR ~ The Poet by Day ~ dancing toward infinity, a poem … Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ January 17, 2018 ~ Jamie Dedes~ Waltzing On…

spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth



spiral galaxy in Constellation, Coma Berenices, 60 million light years from Earth




waltzing on the melodious
music, feather like, rising
gliding,  embraced by light-
the Earth is All Bed
Sky all dome, a roof
shining in the day
glittering at night-
to show us the way

Boundless infinity oceanic
no end in sight,timeless,
and we mortals in oblivion
think about being en-gloved,
encircled we dance immersed
in  perpetual  meditation

we shall, in cool shadows be
with obedience and charity
for good we did, in year past
what good we do now, to last,
our hearts, swirling constellation
a nucleus smooth, unfurled silk

in time dissolved, myriads to
dust, rising spiraling merging
with countless orchestras in
harmonic symphonies of the
milky way, unknown infinity
like the never ending sea in oceans

cycling fresh blessings in motion
warming steam to vapors, floating
to infinity in dancing drops in
rotation, creating revolution
from sky to sand, and we say
rain falling, cooling drowning


and I say Blessed, drenched in
peace like the circling dervish
one with nature,in stillness bent
‘in my beginning is my end’
Light makes me light,boundless
flight, I say I am embraced…
Embraced in Eternal Heavenly Light



For dVerse ~ Poets Pub ~ Grace ~ Merged in Celestial Spheres `

IMG_20170306_181048_087-1  In sight all clear,in gaze no cut no break
peaceful smoothness beyond distance not
measurable, vast boundless, silence in grace

Nature manifest tenderness in petals
leaves murmur and whisper delights
water crystal flows and sings in hills
green and serene, in green grace

Grace majestically touches the senses
as breeze blows around branches swing
and birds twitter, grace abounds, dances
who descends such love and joyful things?

Grace is beauty and beauty grace
Natures spaces and spaces in Nature
darkness shades the daylights departure
grace emerges in bejeweled rapture.

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Celebrate~

winter snow poem

in cold, grief  snow bound encapsulated
crushed fallen swept foliage separated
branches heaving moaning  sighing
I , like the brave trunk stiff but

December last days,ending or drifting
to  new beginnings, dreary evenings
what is to be celebrated, one is thinking
it is a time of gathering and blessing…

bloodshed blasts ,death blows through
North East North West North South North
does not stop- by benumbing weather
death knows not barbed wire or border

why celebrate the coming of Peace when
peace is not belief,when straff and strife
is here there and everywhere, then, do
do we really love or care for human life “?

Celebrate with joy in white and red
white is a shroud and blood is red
spirits rise, bodies lie, darkened sky
players play with arms’ held high-

I seek Peace and Holy Peace will come!
we pray and decorate honor and wait’
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ the
Gift of Life, let the Bells Ring, anticipate

bury the hate for black or white
world is a rainbow ‘ day or night
think stop think no one is winning’
Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’

Know now the reason the time, not, is late’
Time to Be Happy Time to Celebrate , Celebrate

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ‘Narcissus’ ~


Image result for narcissus in mythology

if one in oneself be so engrossed
so as not to hear the soft tap
of a falling leaf just broken
and blown away,
not knowing its


and we in our lustful hunger
hold on to the temporal stay
lying deception bold, astray
O’ deceived,innocent blunder’

dipped in Lethe, gaze fixed
forgetful love oblivious that
stagnancy is death, while
celestial stars in motion,live

humans differ from reptiles?
reflections do not reflect’ –
‘mirror mirror ‘or water water
let’s analyse in retrospect-

“Allama Mohammed Iqbal Poet of The East wrote
Here’s the couplet from the poem,’ The Renaissance of Islam (طلوع اسلام):

Hazaron Saal Nargis Apni Benoori Pe Roti Hai
Bari Mushkil Se Hota Hai Chaman Mein Didahwar Paida’

For thousand years the narcissus was lamenting its lack of luster;
With great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden

self love leads to destruction
true faith lost, is in  peace ..obstruction’
Let Bacchus reign,
then usher in pain
nothing prevails but frustration

Reflected light  of the moon,
acceptance shines through

lustrous beauty
hides the shadows, lit is the world
from Antartica to Attu.


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ First Line Friday -September 15th 2017~

jovaria house job 009

“Well, I didn’t want tea anyway.”

it was long past the hour, it was no use looking at the golden wrist watch again and again, the golden tinge now appeared a bit rusty… she twisted the chain and readjusted the closing clip and hoped no one around had noticed…

but her anxiety had been observed…

‘take out your diary and jot some notes,remember JKR? you want to be like her, you always wanted to write and be like a famous writer…writing begins anywhere I mean at any table , it needs a will a decision a determination….you are a treasure of imaginative ideas

I know I know, but writing  is with a cup …I mean of tea …a cup of tea? ah a natural combination but

what happened to your love of tea?

it was… poisoned.’

poisoned? you must be joking  but uh uh how? how on Earth did this happen?

does it matter now?’ her voice flat and emotionless, ‘not only poisoned but ‘erased’,you know what this means? and a new brand… the killer’s favorite… was imposed like…like..martial law rule…it must be prepared everyday, early morning…no breakfast without it…writing also has been ill suffering again and again…it is quite weak now…how will it gain strength when intermittently the ink bottle spills its contents, the nib breaks and the pencils are broken…fetters over fetters…. my tea was a miracle…the black tiny grains would turn into an amazing brazen gold, stimulating aromas rising engulfing the spirit with a sweetened fragrance…but  ….this new brand…?

what color is it?

‘feminine ..baby….salty….milky…popular with many…but….

‘it is not that bad is it,you can always have your own….

well, THAT is the cup’ having your own cup..having your own timely sip having your own sigh in the sweet fumes…own is over, own changes…own is taken over..own is no longer own’…tea has a flavor of its own, a time of its own…a spirit…of its own an inspiration, a companionship….it is not the tea…do you get…can you see?  where are you? there is no one here..uh….waiting no more…

well, I didn’t want tea,anyway’


A Story A Day ~ 7 ~ Landlocked Home locked,Lock up, Lock down…

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
― Virginia Woolf

Image result for landlocked

‘are you preparing a grammar lesson? sounds like one…’up down,…out….’

well, these words do refer to positions and are known as prepositions of place but in our country English is a foreign language though many use it..er..in all its forms..even slang…it is also called ESL….


yes, English as a second language…I will add my definition…ahem..English is a locked language..ha ha..see!

why locked and how locked? now languages are important means of conveying..er..thoughts and needs and wants…er..and so much more…..

‘well locked it is,like Alice…she was locked in Wonderland…and so are we locked in Language in our land…English is ‘angrezi’ gullabi’ some call it pink…Queen’s English …BBC English…Court English..American English and now Singapore English…and so on..it is all getting so entangled…so this makes my land ..a ‘wonderland’ doesn’t it?

Image result for alice in wonderland language I can even identify Tweedledum and Tweedledee in my country….so that makes it even more adventurous…wow…super..thinking…ideas..hey I hope the cat is looking….

Image result for alice in wonderland language

and so we are not so landlocked by land as much as by language…

‘this is indeed interesting…and then you must have a Queen too..?

well yes,sort of..a royal family we do have…I think in a free country we all are royal..as we are free..freedom is itself royalty, I believe…

no pack er..deck of cards for fighting…defending …protecting….’

well every one needs protection from evil of numerous kinds..evil is true and present everywhere….specially in sweet attractive pleasure giving things….so we have our cards..er..I mean guards….

and so you still say you are locked….

Freedom gained but enchained by language….and now we look for keys…keys to the door of freedom..the search is on….and so we are planting more trees to make a jungle, and then in that jungle we shall seek among the trees, the lost box of keys…in shady trees we might find peace,we will find peace, we will find fruit,we will find water..


yes we need to counter the DRINK ME’?

Drink…yes, Ah..but that you have found…what’s that you say…ZAALIMA………pilaa de…..

hey see I told you we are locked……..

the Key the Key..the DRINK the DRINK..is to blame…….’

attend a wedding dinner..you get all food ..freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..think about this…….