eyes are
windows
to the soul
mirror shows
left right reversed
image of self
we may be lying
when
looking to the right
no wonder
we perceive lies
to be the truths
eyes are
windows
to the soul
mirror shows
left right reversed
image of self
we may be lying
when
looking to the right
no wonder
we perceive lies
to be the truths
when I was growing up
food was scarce
materials were scarce
I built up tolerance for poverty
I was raised by a village
there was always someone
showed me kindness
I became intolerant to meanness
nowadays
there are plenty food groups
over abundance of disposals
I am intolerant to dairy
for years
we have strived for independence
are we going too far
to be overly self sufficient
we are
keeping more secrets
building layers of facade
hiding immorality behind
morale codes
desensitising each other
under the banner of
political correctness
I miss the days
with very little
being poor is not
a state of lack
blessed with many
but
missing the point
is treachery
to me
rhyming poems are like
contortion
they are extremely
flexible
to me
they are also
seemingly
inhuman
contortion
captivates
mass audiences
so do
rhyming poems

( photo from http://www.gigsalad.com )
I’m patient in the great scheme
Impatient seems like a missprint
It’s a fineline in between
I prayed for your healing
I know God is a healer
God given wisdom told me
to be patient
I am a fool when
it comes to your healing
I wonder why
God is
so slow
we could not fathom
the digital world
how
it is taking over paper
which once was
the greatest invention
I wonder
how did the people
in the ancient world
comprehend
the magical paper
liberated them from
carrying rolls of bamboo slips
filled with ink
the irony is
we have libraries at
our finger tips
yet
our literacy world
is slowly dying
is this
just like
the many commercial benefits
of bamboo
but afterall
it is considered
a noxious weed


what if the earth is not flat
what if Vulcan does not exist
what if blank slate theory is wrong
what if the schizophrenics are just
another human species