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Poem: The Power of Words

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I was mulling over the power that words have and wanted to write a blog post about it. But when I started writing the post, I realised I was able to express myself better through a poem than through prose. See the power that words was wielding over me?

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The Power of Words

Words can make you laugh, words can make you cry
Sometimes leaving your soul crushed and dry

Words can hurt, words can calm
Words have the power to be that that soothes, be the balm

Words can cause envy, words can cause strife
Words can also sometimes follow you in the afterlife

But words can be used hide and conceal
Words can make you want to do things with zeal

Words can be the cause of revolutions
Words can be the reason that makes people storm bastions

Words have such power you can see
Handle words with care, this is but a humble plea

Words are like bullets fired off a weapon,
Once spoken, can’t be recalled, it has to find its traction

That’s why it’s said to be careful with how and what you speak
Because once spoken, words can never be recalled or erased
Because once wrongly spoken, its future is very bleak
Words spoken in haste, can’t be reversed or retraced

So be aware the power and influence that words have over lives
After all, words have the power to change perspectives

Poem: Ties that Bind

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Last week was the festival of Raksha Bandhan which celebrates the love between brothers and sisters. As usual, GG tied the sacred thread or Rakhi on BB’s right wrist. This year, he kept it for 24 hours whereas in previous years it would barely last a few hours or at the very least overnight. He has also promised GG that next year, she gets to choose the rakhi she wants (this year, he insisted on a very simple one, while GG wanted one which was slightly more grand than what BB chose)

This poem is inspired by the love I see between BB & GG every single day. They can’t go a day without seeing and speaking with each other and last year when they went for their camps and overseas learning journeys, you could actually see the other being antsy. I now wonder how they will go through the two years when BB will enlist for his national service in a couple of years time.

Ties that Bind

A sibling’s love is like that anchor
It’s a bond that lives on forever
They fight, they laugh, but they have each other’s back
It’s the world against them, to the very max

There are few relations as close and loving as the one twins share
It’s a bond even us parents can’t compare

On the special day for brothers and sisters
They reaffirm their love with the sacred thread
He promises to love and protect her always
She promises to love and be there for him all the days

They are true friends for life, truly entwined
Best friends and siblings in the ties that bind

Poem: The Flame

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I usually like have scented candles next to me when I am working. The other day, I was daydreaming and suddenly my eyes were arrested by the flickering flame. Inspiration struck and this poem is the result of that.

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The Flame

I stare at the flame, fluttering and flickering

The little glow of light that is so mesmerising

I could stare at it for hours and forget the world

Meditate on it, think about the possibilities my mind is aswirled

I watch it flicker as a gust of wind washes by it

But the little flame is not to be deterred, it does not want to quit

It almost dies out, but wait, there’s still life in it

It comes back to life, full and flaming, it has a lot of grit

I see our lives as a parallel to this flame

With troubles gusting over us as the wind does to the flame

But quitting is not an option, because life is not a game

As the flame comes back to life time after time,

So should you overcome your troubles and start your climb

Life is like that flame, it flickers and looks like it may get snuffed out

But overcome obstacles, get up and don’t get knocked out.

Poem: Eyes

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I have documented my issues with my eyes previously and that’s when I really realised how much we depend on our eyes in our daily activities.

At its peak, when I was scared that I would not be able to see from that eye anymore, I was tourtured by the thought that I will never be able to see my children or my loved ones again or even this beautiful world we have.

So here’s today’s poem in honour of the importance our eyes have for us.

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Eyes

The first thing we do when we wake up

And the last thing we do when we end the day, tired and yawning

Is to open or shut our eyes, our window to the world

Our eyes show us this beautiful world

Let us know the love that shines in the eyes of the ones we loved

We use it all day, every day

Until its an automatic gesture, missing it only when it gets in disarray

So make sure you take care of your eyes

You only have a pair till you die

Otherwise, you may fall into despair and regret

At that point, there’s nothing to do but fume and fret!

Poem: My Cup of Coffee

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Most of us start the day with a cup of coffee in various forms. I started drinking coffee fairly early, perhaps around the age of six or seven. I hated drinking milk and it used to be a huge production when I was young to make me drink my milk. I think my mum and grandma gave in around age six or seven and I started drinking coffee. The love affair with the drink started then and has not waned over the years. I’ve tried different variations and have now decided black coffee is my favourite, followed closely by the filter coffee made by my mum!

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My Cup of Joy – Coffee

I wake up when the alarm rings
And make my way to my kitchen
Where my cup of steaming coffee awaits me

I sit and contemplate the dark drink
Think about my day and how it will wing
A cup of coffee is the perfect aid
To contemplate my views about my world

To sort out how my day will fare
To clear any kinks in the air
A cup of coffee in the afternoon
Is the best solution to the dreaded 3 pm slump

And then there’s the time
A cup of coffee in your hand
A friend by your side
And the hours just slide away

As you can see, I love my coffee
It can be any blend, but has to be black
A cup of coffee makes my day and world
Just seem a tad better, as we all know