Mirror

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

Tolerance

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

Contortion

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 )

Impatient

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

Bamboo

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

Curiosity

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