Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Beauty of Night


#Friday night

#Dark blue sky with traces of pink clouds

#Slow-moving vehicles at cross junction

#Plying taxis on the lookout for customers

#A handful of night joggers who love the serenity of night

#Dimmed street lights

#Last train with a few commuters

#Quiet train tracks

 #Lights-out at HDBs

#North-eastern monsoon wind

#Black-Blue-Pink-Yellow backdrop - quiet neighborhood

#Away from the hustle-bustle city center

#End of a busy week




When the moon shines high,
and the strong wind clears you mind,
The healing of stars makes everything alright,
All in the presence of a beautiful night.





Citation:
Desmonde C, #Hashtags feelings, January 2015


Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Familiar Landscape


Windows of Unfamiliar Landscape

The Familiar Landscape
Spectator: Dchee

The clock of holiday is ticking away once again. With competitive price slashing in the airlines industry, intercontinental travel is made easier in the recent years. It is no longer a dream for one to have breakfast in one country, lunch and dinner in another country.

Some say travel is therapeutic. Which is why going abroad alone can mean a lot for a person when it comes to understanding oneself. Let's be honest, it is about going to the airport alone, sitting next to a stranger, finding the way to your hotel, grab the breakfast alone and occasional chit-chat to strangers; things that you would not have done in your everyday routine.

To be in a foreign land, sometimes in a totally unfamiliar society, makes one listen closer to his/her thoughts. When the world seems indifferent to your existence, it is no surprising that you would become your own best friend, telling yourself the next best decision to make for it to be called a day. I suppose the meaning of a day is beautifully calibrated that way.

Looking out from the unfamiliar window on surprisingly painting-like landscape, the thought of blissfulness emerged out of the totally relaxed mind; you guiltily imagined the whereabouts of stress and worries you used to have back in the hustle-bustle city. You chuckled, acknowledged that those are part of the mechanics in the unknown realm of life.

It was lunch time, you grabbed a quick bite at the nearby stall which has quirky food that drove your curiosity. You took out the city map, going through marked locations that interest you and made your way there. Deep down inside you understood that artistry is perhaps not your cup of tea, but being miles across your hometown made you feel that your time was meaningfully justified. So you went on with the thrill, letting the senses absorbed in an unrestrained fashion.

Watching the sunset closes another therapeutic chapter in your travel log. Seeing the expected busy night life you began to relate back to your hometown, good or bad. You knew it was another lonely night spent in an exotic corner of the world that you thought you knew. Talking to your monologue, thoughts surfaced once again with much recollection of the past and you probed harder to fathom the purpose of tomorrow.

There after, you plunged into another slumber therapy.

I guess, the hype of travelling is all about being alone in an unfamiliar landscape. To truly uncover oneself, internalize the monologue that arises, discover the familiar landscape in the yet unfamiliar world.




Monday, October 27, 2014

when the September wind is gone

There goes September, end of the Summer -
The peak of a year, for any dream to be cleared.

October came with chill winds and shower,
slowly dawned upon me that another year is over.

Scanning to-do list while ambivalence grew stronger,
...I wonder,
whether mankind is the slave of Material World or never?

Two decades of tests and struggles,
Evidently ... mankind has become more confused and greedier,

A fact which I beg to differ,
I see Complacency as the crux of the matter,
since in humbleness we know how much we can filter.

The future to some may be a horror,
While others welcome it with a sense of honor,
The rest resort to believe the fortune teller.

There comes November, beginning of the Winter -
Cold storm with bonfire, for there is nothing to be feared.

- Desmonde, Autumn 2014









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