Sunday, May 10, 2026

The Night

 Nothing new, just one of my oldest poems from way back when (16/05/2007):

It was so dark that the eye couldn't tell ya

So quiet, the ears couldn't describe

But the lights were on, it was bright I tell ya,

But beyond sight, beyond sound, it was night I tell ya.


Ah, yes, night, pitch-black night

Darkness in all its glorious glory

The universe revealed itself for me

As the void it was, the void so deep.


The moon shone, but the darkness out-shone it

Sprinkled with twinkles of stars so lonely

So, humbly, it made its way across it

Unnoticed and slowly, going red in the face

Seeking solace in its own dark shades

While the wolves howled, but the silence out-mourned it.


So marched the darkness

From the eclipsed out moon

From unseen corners of the cosmos

From the infiniteness of space

From the days of the universe's birth;

And so came the night,

Playing hide-and-seek with the sun,

When it saw there was none,

It spread out and bloomed

And soon, laid claim to half of the earth.


And while the spirits of the night swam the sky in glee

Came the rains, drizzling, silent as the night, onto the grounds below

Sowing the seeds of the day tomorrow

Silently reaping the dawn that would follow

That, with the chirping of a ticklish bird, would end the reign of this jovial night

And all that while I lay peacefully half-asleep.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Move!

Muster the whys
I need them to cling to
Feeble reasons
Will do.

Gather the hows
To have a semblance of a plan
To pretend
To have a chance.

Take what I need
Leave what is mine
Wait; grab my thoughts
Shuffle.

Then - now
Chase after change
Reroll the die
Unsatisfied.

Wandering sewers
I lay my pipe dreams
Backwards, forwards,
Sideways, nowhere.

Upwards?
Not
Yet...
I should go.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Free

Where o' when does happiness lie
There n' then do I fly
With wings that encircle, enchain -
In vain does joy fleet by.

Free of thought
Free of land
Free of people
Free of plan
Free of pain
Free of purpose
Free of care
We despair.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Dig Deeper

Was a
Hundred feet
Not enough
That You dig
Deeper still
Sinking into your pit?

Ev'ry
Fidget and
Gasp for air
Lets you feel
Familiar
With the fine dust beneath

As it
Covers you,
Smothers you,
Holds on like
Lovers do,
Insep'rable from you.

You're a
Goner now
Got no sound;
Buried you
Won't be found;
A loner tilled in ground.
A loner till the end.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

The Land of Nothing

This poem is from 2013. It would seem I'd forgotten to publish it.

I welcome you to this land of naught
This place where I am ruler and lord
Where day goes by like it was nothing
And night stands by, will leave for nothing.

Doing nothing - is pleasure, is pain
A necessity, an obligation in vain
A torment from which there is no recourse;
Time stops, as still as can be
And yet I cannot change it.

My heart, it knows, that it must wait
No longer does it know what for
Last it heard, it must wait
There's light at the end, not far.

So here I am, doing nothing
Waiting for what, I know not
Maybe idleness is an end in itself
For it can be a means to none.

Misfit

Shards amidst pieces
That do not fit together -
Yet I pick them up.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Repeat

Repetition
Bears fruition
So once again
Let me repeat,
Do what I did
Yesterday
And reaccomplish
That feat.
Oh such comfort
In knowing afore
What I do
And what I speak;
Why think anew
When I can agree;
Why create -
When I can seek?
Why walk a road
So bleak.
Rather, lather,
Rinse, repeat,

Friday, February 15, 2013

Mirror Images - Why aren't they reversed top to bottom?

I encountered this old puzzling question on xkcd: "When you look at things on a mirror, how come they're reversed left to right and not top to bottom? What's so special about the horizontal axis?" and decided to get to the bottom of it once and for all. So this is how it goes:

Mirrors actually show things as they are: left is left, right is right, top is top, bottom is bottom. The reversal actually occurs when you turn the object around to look at it in a mirror. Say you were holding towards you a cardboard with the word "CARDBOARD" written on it. Now if you wanted to look at it in a mirror, you'd have to turn it around, and that's the part where it gets reversed. People usually turn it around horizontally, so left becomes right and right becomes left. If the cardboard were transparent, then you would be able to see that you just turned the letters around horizontally with respect to yourself. So, if instead, you flipped the cardboard around top-to-bottom (try it), you would see in the mirror that the letters were reversed top-to-bottom, and NOT left-to-right. Now you might say "but that's because I made them upside-down!", but that's the point. Even in the "normal" case, you made the word right-to-left.

So what about words written on your t-shirt? You don't reverse your t-shirt around horizontally to see it. Well actually you do, when you wear it, as opposed to when you are holding it out in front of you. If you somehow wore your t-shirt by flipping it vertically and sliding the neck-hole down to your waist, then you would see the letters upside-down in the mirror.

Also, if you look at a word on a wall, and then turn around HORIZONTALLY to look at it in a mirror, then it's reversed left-to-right. On the other hand, if you turned around vertically by, say, doing a hand-stand, then you would see it reversed upside-down. Sheesh, all the ways this horizontal turning-around has crept into our lives! I guess it's because we're conditioned (by evolution and gravity, perhaps?) to regard objects turned around horizontally as the same as the original object (i.e. a tiger turned away from you is the same as a tiger turned towards you, albeit one may be a bit less dangerous). An object turned over on its head, on the other hand, seems to us as a bit odd.

...Then there's the question: what if you turned around diagonally? Can you turn around diagonally? Well, at least you can turn around a piece of cardboard diagonally, in which case, left would be up, and... gah, that's a question for another time!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

On saying "you do the same"

    I have, on countless occasions, seen the use of (and used) the argument "you did <something similar> yourself" when one is confronted on a questionable doing. The main problem I have with this argument is that it works both ways. If A does something bad, and B does something similar, then we can have B pointing out A's poor judgment, whereupon A points out that B has done the same, or we can have it the other way round. Then the winner of the argument is merely a matter of who was stupid enough to make the first move. I suppose it is a type of ad hominem argument, whereupon you go after the accuser instead of justifying your deed / admitting your mistake. I don't think you should feel smug about winning the argument after doing that - the simple fact is that you both lost.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Buried Treasure

A rusty old axe chisels away
It chances upon an unnoticed cave
From whence there flows a dullish glow
And then a voice slowly exclaims:

Let it shine free,
Let it shine through me
Let it find, let it find, let it find...
Away from all this comfort shall this mind be.

No more solace in stubborn ways
For in unknown places at last I may
Find long-lost delights of olden days;
May this old soul rejoice, and rise from its grave.

A rusty old axe chisels away
To uncover, remove, and then replace
That part of a heart that wouldn't give way
With a smoldering flame, a wrinkled rose that wouldn't decay,
A fickle thought that shall not say nay.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Restless

Struck by lightening whenever I move
Nimble fingers held tight with glue
A mind that's jumping, bouncing pumpkins
This is not what I should do.

Slippery shoes on floors of ice
Hold on tight, I feel like mice
Chasing the breeze to the nearest cheese
This is not what you'd call nice.

Marching lice through a forest fire
Pricked by thorns while jumping higher
Swinging branches, tingling armpits
Definitely not what you'd desire.

I'm not tired, don't know why not
I've gotta do more, I can't stop this
Must lock myself and block my senses
Gotta knock myself out senseless
Restless, restless, restless, restless,
Restless, restless, restless, restless.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

I have nothing to give, to anyone
I'm the poorest of souls.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Who am I?
I am one who would not
One whose essence it is to not
No never, I would not
I am nobody.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Today

I killed them away
In search of the light
Now I am but an empty shell
What light? Why seek? Why fight?

Monday, December 13, 2010

A poetic afternoon

Today, I started off with this:

Strangers, strangers
In my land
Make me believe
I can stand
When I fall and tumble

Down the drains,
My nerves they land
'pon the sea
Of empty sand
Then wash ashore in crumbles.


And something in the middle: (more like to be read aloud with a beat)

Behold, the notebook
A symbol of doing something
Something useful in life.
Perhaps I will scribble something worthwhile
Something worth reading for a while.
As simple as it may seem
To want to not waste time
It cannot be done, I tell you,
Time flies by
With every breath I take
Every second I stare
Every fidget I make
Every day I behold
The beauty of life
The pointlessness of life
The strangeness that is strife
In every moment of life;
And that, oh that
It cannot be undone
And that, is what is wrong.


And then ended up with this:

Seeds of Dream

In depths of need
I sow the seeds
That desperation
Barely feeds,
That grows upon
My climbing fears
Watered by my
Silent tears;
Looked after by
My sleepless self
Nurtured by
My bleeding heart;
The light from fire
That burns within
My mind provides
The shine it needs;
The strength, a desire
To finally seize
My life from all
These lifeless weeds;
And then it sprouts
A single bud
From whence erupts
A lingering thought:
Of hope, of want to grab it all;
Of no more pain, of standing tall;
A dream that now shall never fall,
So deep-rooted it blossoms upon
My soul.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Dreams to be had

There's dreams to be had,
Fulfilled at that.
Come across them
Run across and
Go on like you
Never saw them
Then,
Then walk right back;
A glancing look that lasts
But in your mind,
Forever in your mind
Behind questions unasked...



Sunday, December 5, 2010

Quote

(after a failed attempt at using logic to convince a friend to be happy)
Above feelings, there is happiness, above happiness, there is love; if one is missing, the one below sways the mind.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Started a maths blog

Separated it from the main blog, as this one is (mostly) for literary works.
Check it out here: http://iateyourgrannymaths.blogspot.com/

Sunday, November 28, 2010

A little thought

Hmm, here's an interesting thought: what does air smell like? Most people may say air is smell-less, but then, how can we really know? We've always "smelt" air our whole life. Can one compare the smell of air with the smell of no air? No, because without air, you can't breathe in, and then how would you smell? I think maybe the smell of air is the default smell in our nose, and that's why it's so oblivious to us. Take taste for example. Keep your tongue where it would normally be, touching the top of the inside of your mouth. Do you taste anything? Now try moving your tongue around, or tasting the bottom of the inside of your mouth. Feel anything different?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

How and Why

Quotes, quotes, quotes... I see a lot of quotes these days. Some make sense, some are nothing more than a neat play on words. I don't get it; does a sentence have to be poetically cute to be true, and just because something sounds nice and witty, does it mean it has a profound impact on reality? Why are so many 'smart' things said in riddles anyway? I mean, take for example the proverb "Winners don't do different things, they do things differently". As I said, poetic, isn't it? But do you think the author thought really long and hard, like "hmm.. winners, they do things.. everybody does things... do they do different things? hmm... maybe not.. so what is different about them.. hmmm..." etc etc. and finally came to the logical conclusion expressed in the above quote? Or do you think it just came to their mind all of a sudden while they were thinking of something to say and then went like "hmm.. aha, yes, yes, that is true, very true, I know what it's trying to say!"
Yup, in most cases, they just think up something first, and then think up reasons as to why they said it and what it could mean. But, let's take a look at the quote again, shall we? "Winners don't do different things" ..well, of course, for any thing you could possibly do, there is somebody else in the world who does it. "they do things differently", well so do losers, being different doesn't necessarily mean it is good. So, if you go by this quote, winners and losers are one and the same? And what about entrepreneurs? They DO do different things. Of course, there are winner entrepreneurs and loser entrepreneurs as well. Basically, what I see in this quote is, if you are trying something and it doesn't work, try doing it differently... well, thanks for the big help. Quotes such as these are nothing more than ink blots, to be interpreted according to what you already know. Their poetry serves only as an idiot's memory cue, which they probably won't remember in times of need anyhow. And so we come to what I wanted to talk about - the 'How's and the 'Why's.

Why - the reason why you did something. How - the way how you are going to do something. "Why did you drink water?" - "To quench my thirst." "How did you quench your thirst?" "By drinking water." How's and why's are linguistic opposites of each-other: 'how' is the cause that seeks a way, which turns into the effect; 'why' is the effect that seeks a cause. Let's say, without questioning your morality, that you shot a dog. Well, and let's say that, not listening to me, somebody does question your morality, and asks you "Why did you shoot the dog?" You reply (since you, being a character in my little story, don't have much choice) that you did so because the dog was annoying you. You shoot first, and then you answer why later. Now let's take it the other way round - you are getting annoyed by a barking dog, you have a gun: how do you deal with the nuisance? You shoot the dog ..or you shoo it away, or you go somewhere else, or you give it a doggie treat, or any other solution, which you are free to choose from, since you are now asking how to solve the problem, not why you solved it this way or that way. Of course, when you ask why, you have choices too, but those choices are about the reason why you did it, you don't really have the option of rechoosing what to do.

Do these "reasons" sound familiar? Yup, excuses. That's where they all come from. Somebody does something not very agreeable, and you ask them why they did so. They can give you 10-20 reasons why, "It was so this that, I didn't have any blah blah, It would have yaggity yagked anyway" etc. But you're damn certain they weren't thinking through any of these reasons before they did the act; they only came up with the justification later, which doesn't make them reasons at all. If they actually had been thinking anything while carrying out the said act, they probably wouldn't have done it in the first place. But no, they have already done it, and they need an excuse or two why they did it. Or lots more excuses, actually; I am surprised how many "good reasons" they come up with - makes them almost sound like a tactical genius. But alas, if only they did the thinking before the act - if only they asked how instead of being asked why.

Keep in mind - not all 'how's are the same. "How is this possible?" "How does it work?" "How could you do this to me?" "How do birds fly?" These hows show a degree of powerlessness, and they are the same as why's. You find yourself the subject of the acts of others, or to the laws of nature, and you ask why things are how they are. Gravity - gravity keeps people firmly settled in their dear home planet. Why is there gravity? Obviously nothing to do with us humans. But why are people able to walk, stand, sit, run, hop, jump, stay on the ground? Because of gravity. Gravity is the cause - the greater power, and we can merely feel its effects. In a way of speaking, we are one of its effects. I'm sure gravity didn't come into existance for us though. Nature didn't ask "How do I create suitable conditions for humans to live?" On the contrary, life shaped itself around the framework of nature.

You are subject to the whims of nature, there is nothing you can do about it; but do not be subject to your own whims as well. You cannot change the universe, and you cannot change most other people, but you can change yourself and what you do. You can ask how do I do things in a better way, and follow through, making yourself a better person. You cannot do something first and then try hard to justify yourself, that won't change the fact about what you did and what you are like. Do not be a slave to yourself, to your own actions. You could be wrong and never know it, since you only seek to justify yourself, like a lawyer fighting for a fixed cause, no matter what you did. Debate before it's too late, don't be forced to take sides. Think of reason first, and then how to accomplish your goal; don't do something first, then reason why you did it. Ask how, not why.