My Monsoon…excerpt from NAGA



The north-eastern winds were becoming stronger and stronger until it developed into a full gale.  They arrived like a roaring tiger in the middle of the night. At times, the sound of it was deafening, you forgot time and place, it felt as if the storm that brought hail and fury would never end.    

I had forgotten the waves
crashing, hitting, arriving
against the wide beach

sandy white

at the edge of our little world
how tiny we are, this space
compared to the vastness

they travess

powerful winds
like a tiger, roar ferociously
the forces of the universe

supreme creation

to be so close
to the edge of time and matter
where it does not matter

Every sunrise. Awakened.

Enlightened.


When the weather permitted it, I would see how the men looked out to sea, lounging with their backs against the wall on the verandah, smoking a roll of tobacco filled nipah leaf - longing to be back in their boats riding the waves. They did not speak, sometimes for hours.

But their gaze spoke volumes. They were content, for it was a time for rest.

The sea was like a drug that called out to the very soul. It whispered of adventure and played images of the vast open.  But beware! The sea severely punished those who forgot her or her mighty powers.  Even the lofty coconut trees shook this way and that in the wind, but they were hardy and did not give way to the master of the moment. 

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I marveled at this life of bliss.

Life on land was unhurried, languid - full of grace. Life at sea was wrought with danger - a race against the tides, the winds, against time itself. 

When the monsoon rains and storms finally ceased, Pak Nakhoda readied his ship.  Soon, we were southbound.

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For dversepoets

This is an excerpt from my novel, NAGA - A Legend of Tasik Chini. I should not say more, but at least I am happy I have the chance to share a little bit about our monsoon. It is strange and magical, devastating and powerful.

The picture was taken in Terengganu, where this portion of the story is set, and the poem was inspired by the actual waves I heard on this beach the night we arrived.

The narrator however, is at a dangerous crossroad. To sin, or not to sin.



There was a Woman



    There was a woman who wrote all night
    We wonder why she wrote all night
    Perhaps she wanted to do what she felt was right...

    There was a woman who wrote all night
    We wonder why she wrote all night
    She wrote all night to capture thoughts
    We wonder why she captured thoughts
    Perhaps to remind those who forgot
    Perhaps to stop the rot...

    There was a woman who wrote all night
    We wonder why she wrote all night
    She wrote all night to capture thoughts
    She captured thoughts to shape her actions
    Perhaps she wanted to share the notion
    Of all that was good and beautiful and ancient

    There was a woman who wrote all night
    We wonder why she wrote all night
    She wrote all night to capture thoughts
    She captured thoughts to shape her actions
    She wanted to share the notion
    Of all that was good and beautiful and ancient
    Perhaps she truly believed
    In the wisdom of the old manuscripts
    Lie buried under fathomless seas
    Unless we seek to unravel mysteries
    Legends long past hold the key
    To our coded history

    It was never mere fiction
    Fuelled by imagination

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                                                          Season of Reflection






                                                          haiku

                                                          a thousand days
                                                          without face or reflection
                                                          sense of self diminished


                                                          II 

                                                          haibun

                                                          We walk the hours that make up our lives. Talk to the minutes - the hand, the dial, the markers of time. Capture the seconds, stored for days, labeled eternity.

                                                          Time, past summer
                                                          is measured in the flight
                                                          of the butterfly, so free

                                                          We take the path that leads us home. Talk to the trees - the leaves, the flowers, the gifts of the seasons. Capture the fruits, ripened and sweet, labeled health.

                                                          seasons, past chapters
                                                          measured by flight of stairs, 
                                                          increasingly painful

                                                          We face the reflection that shows us truth. Talk to the man in the mirror - the eyes, the lies, the carefully painted image. Capture the truth, staring back accusingly, labeled proper.



                                                          III 

                                                          quote

                                                          to live is to be thrust into the sunlight, crying - 
                                                          and to leave in the glow of moonlight, sleeping.


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                                                          Dune dreamers

                                                          Painting by Daria Petrilli



                                                          if only you could see
                                                          the world I fear hidden
                                                          we would sail away down 

                                                          the duncan idaho

                                                          march with fish speakers
                                                          who keep peace for 
                                                          love of humanity

                                                          Leto II


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                                                          It's World Book Day soon and so, this month I pay tribute to my favorite dreamers and thinkers.










                                                          Carved in repose


                                                          He : 
                                                          I will stay by your side

                                                          She : 
                                                          Until ?

                                                          He : 
                                                          Until the world forgets
                                                          the trees and forest
                                                          the stars forget to shine
                                                          the wind forgets to sigh

                                                          She :
                                                          What kind of world would that be?

                                                          He :
                                                          Ours.

                                                          She :
                                                          Not mine. 
                                                          I need beauty to exist.


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