POEMS

Revving In The Slow Lane

It’s hard to keep revving your engine

You hear it’s loud cranking sounds

It seems so ready to go

To speed off into the sunset

Of happily ever afters

Can’t wait to be on the road

This unmoving constant revving

Looses its thrill sooner than later

It’s becomes a noisy pollutant

With no sweet release following

 

 

Life often gives revving opportunities

The promise that you are about to speed off

Into the fast lane of your dreams

And live happily ever after

But the signal can seem delayed

You’re ready to go but there’s limitations

And you find that all you do

Is just keep the engine revved

All pumped up but never moving

No speed to get the thrill heightened

Too many loose ends still untied.

Don’t turn the engine off

Don’t waste the revving momentum

If you can’t speed off now

At least start moving slowly forward

Forward in life’s slow lane

There are no restrictions there

Just annoying traffc jams

Just one in the crowd of starters

Waiting their turn to speed off

 

 

An engine kept alive

Will be even more ready when time comes

To go at higher speeds

Up the highways of life

To have your very own part

In the stuff dreams are made off.

SONGS - LYRICS

Can’t Hide Forever

…From my collection of my 10 years old scrap papers

When Life throws you down

Learn to stand again

Learn to walk again

If not you will soon forget

What it means to take a step

Like the phoenix awake from the ashes

You’ve got to rise above the waters

Dont drown the hero in you

Heros are not made to hide

If you hide inside a bottle

Soon a drink wont be enough

To dull the ache inside

If you hide inside the music

Soon you’ll hear the last note sound

If you hide inside your head

Loneliness will chase you out

You can hide behind others

But soon you’ll go your separate ways

CHORUS

So try again,  come on

Rise to the challenge called life

Soon you’ll get the hang of it

You’ll be king of the rollercoaster ride

SONGS - LYRICS

I Believe In Miracles

Another one from my scrap paper collection……( Dont throw scrap paper away especially if they have been around for 10 years. Cos you know you are a scribbler. You might miss something important)

I believe in a baby’s smile

I believe in a mother’s love

I believe in a peaceful world

Where every need is met

I believe the sun will shine

I believe dreams do come true

I believe a new day arrives

Where skies are clear and blue

But you say……..

There is no cure for this disease

There is no food for this hungry child

This old man must sleep in the cold tonight

Don’t you know…….

There are visions the eye can’t see

There are sounds the ear can’t hear

There is beauty beyond my touch

A taste of heaven in my heart

I believe in strength unseen

To come up ‘tops’ when one is down

I believe in tiny steps

That takes me closer to my dreams

I believe in holding on

‘Cos giving up is the easy way out

I believe life is full of miracles

Though one a day is all we need

Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon - EXCERPTS

Introducing My New Book – Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon (For my blocked up soul) – A draft Excerpt

5.{Endurance}

 I can do all things, suffer all things, give up everything and still be me if I so determine it. Something inside so strong. Can’t crumble under pressure when I know the strength inside.

 

 

 

The Indomitable Human Will

Strength expressed is often seen, by others as a noble thing

Strength contained is hardly seen,

Its power at rest, Controlled and tamed

It takes much more than meets the eye

To turn and walk away from strife

To deem it fit to keep one’s peace

No matter how provoked one may feel

It is beautiful to watch and indeed to see

This silent strength we all can have

The will to do and the will not to

Is strength beyond the popular show

The human will can move a mountain

There’s always a way, where there is the will

You can survive almost anything, anywhere, at any time

If you just know how to draw, on that treasure, the human will

So next time you are tempted to say out loud, It’s all too much, I cannot cope

Draw on the strength from deep within

Stand tall and dignified, if only on the inside of you

Your will, its strength it will lend to you

To carry on, when hope has died

Don’t let it break, ’tis a treasure indeed

Stand tall inside, your future is for keeps.

 

 

Meet David…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were all smartly dressed in their colourful celebratory military regalia. Graduation day! Thought David. Finally. I am now a full fledged soldier. He turned to look at the young man on his right. His colleague Carl. They arrived as young recruits almost 10 months ago to start their training and despite the many who have fallen out of the race, they both managed to keep up with the gruelling regime and have graduated today.

David, aged 20 was set to take on the world. His military career was just the beginning. He will not succumb to living a dull life, like his parents and some of his friends. He plans to travel around the world and do life the way it was meant to be done, living on the edge, by the seat of his pants, never settling down.

He garnered and begged for his first posting to be an exciting one and by exciting he meant dangerous. It was not long before he was posted to Afghanistan for three months. And so began the great drama of his life. A drama to surpass all other dramas he could have drummed up for himself in his wildest imagination.

His was a moderately comfortable life prior to enlisting in the army. He was still living with his mum and dad in what he felt was an average house, average town with no potential for excitement. He did not have to be concerned about where his next meal was going to come from, or about dangers lurking in the night. He thought the rest of the world was not so different from his, perhaps just a bit more exotic. He thought that all young men just worried about being popular with the girls, being lauded by their mates and spending time being football mad and strategising how to lay hands on the next season’s football premier league tickets. In his world, game boys and virtual war lords were heroes. Jumping off cliffs and going sky diving were the best thrills in life. He was constantly seeking scarier thrills until he decided an army career was what he wanted. No one dared tell him otherwise. His parents felt that at least he will learn some discipline, and after a few years settle down and have a life like theirs. A good life with strong family ties and children and a good job making a decent living. That was not David’s dream.

So he set off for Afghanistan that autumn month last year. How wrong he was about the world. It did not take him long to see that the rest of the world was quite different. It was plagued with, poverty, real poverty, people living in dirt houses that get smashed in whenever it takes others fancy to dislodge them, school was a luxury for young boys his age, everyone had to fight, one way or another, fight to live.

The Horrors of those three months will always remain vivid in his mind no matter how much he tries to forget them. He saw horrible things that no young man should be exposed to. Decapitated human heads, children’s limbs hanging loosely on their bodies, body parts strewn in bits and pieces all over a compound, a place of laughter and communal family meetings now turned into a grave site, whole villages that have been abandoned now ghost towns. David thought to himself, where’s all the love gone? No community of people should be made to live like that by their own people in the name of freedom fighting. His young mind could just not make any sense of it. It seemed that over here betrayal is punished severely, children are treated like comrades in war. Mothers become detectives and war casualties who have to find the bombs before the bombs find them and their children. As a soldier, as far as David was concerned, that was just one side of the story, the enemy’s side. You could not help but feel sorry even for them. These were people whose culture and orientation to life was so different from the carefree, let’s have fun, all is well with the world attitude he and his friends grew up with back at home.

Then came the day he will never forget. The day he became a man. The day he learnt all his lessons at once.

It was to be the day that his life will be irrevocably changed. The morning call went out as usual. His regiment were based in a remote area and everyone knew the morning drill. A splash of cold water on your face, a quick tidying up of yourself, group breakfast eaten in a hurry, after which soldiers dispersed  to their various patrol areas. He was with the bombs squad and theirs was a small team and he was the youngest in this very specialist team.  Their main job was to go over old grounds, detonating bombs and grenades that have been buried by the enemy some as a trap for foreign soldiers and ‘traitors’ and others which were still buried and forgotten right there where their own children and new communities now venture to rebuild their homes. These go off all the time killing civilians, and often travelling indigenous people along with their children. David’s squad are trained to detect such bombs through a painstaking process of sweeping whole areas one little bit at a time. Every single step they took was an exercise in threading a path between life and death. He witnessed first hand a colleague being blown apart by a bomb that went off because his equipment did not detect it. In this area of work your equipment and your attention to every minute detail were the two most important components of what kept you alive.

David was fully geared up today. They, all seven in a group were ready to begin the tedious, step by step accurate horizontal walk to clear the area. It was one of the previous villages where one notorious war lord was known to have been hiding. Now, deserted, there was nothing but debris left over from when the rebels were here; broken pots, pieces of cloths, even tobacco pipes, pans, burnt out remains of food and campfires. The team has to patiently sort through each thing they could see because you never could tell what was lurking underneath something inconspicuous. Anything could be a trap. Even more dangerous were areas of ground that looked cleared and immaculate. There was almost always something buried at such places. Nothing  is considered irrelevant or disregarded and one has to have a keen eye and great focus. You had to be fearless, not the jumping off the cliff kind. You needed to be calm, focused, unflinching, accurate hardheaeded person to do this job and David was learning fast.

He thought to himself as he inched forward; back at home, his friends always called him a daredevil, never afraid to try dangerous stunts. He was considered fearless. Now, he realised that one did not know what fear is until you see colleague decimated by a bomb and you think to yourself, that could very easily have been me. The mental torture of not being able to predict what will happen next was enough to drive a grown man crazy. It was a relief at the end of each day to go back to base with no casualties. Due to their skill and level of training, casualties were rare but profoundly traumatising if you happened to witness one.

David saw a patch of grass just a few steps ahead of him and thought to himself ‘that looks suspicious’. No sooner had he had the thought than he heard his commanding officer yell out a command for everyone to stand still. David’s heart begun to beat erratically. The patch of grass was directly in front of him and it will be him who will have to step towards it as they worked in one single file, going straight ahead only with everyone concentrating on what was directly in front of them. There was no way he could swap places with an older more experienced soldier. All eyes were on him as everyone understood that this patch was his patch to tackle. He was the youngest among them all and the least experienced. He considered himself lucky to even be part of the team. Funny he was not feeling very lucky right now. Sometimes, such patches were clear traps and had something buried there but other times it was a distraction to keep them away from looking at where the real trap is.

The captain knowing he had their attention seemed to be speaking directly to David now. He spoke as softly as he could, reminding him what to do with his equipment. His voice for some reason was soothing and put some much neded confidence in David. The command was given and they all went forward one step. Shouts of ‘clear !’  rang out all around. Another step. ‘clear!’, a third step and he was right in front of the path of green grass. Finding green grass anywhere here was a miracle of nature, but this one seemed to be firmly planted, not a trap, but you never know. Command was given, next step…. As David moved forward, for some reason which he will never fathom, just one of those quirks of fate, he turned to look at the soldier next to him and realised that he was frozen on the spot. He had not taken the next step as ordered, he looked petrified and was shaking profusely. David noticed that the red alarm light on his sweeper was blinking. Soon it started beeping, a sign that there could be something buried right there where he was standing.  David could hear him muttering to himself , ‘ I don’t want to die’ ‘no, no no no I don’t want to die’ David called out his name and said ‘come on man’ do your job, man’.  All attention was now on him. This was no time for delay. If there was a bomb in front of him, it has to be detonated and there was no time to spare. David’s mind played back a conversation he had recently had with him back at base. This man had just received news the previous week that his young wife had delivered their first baby, a baby boy. They all saw the picture of his smiling wife with the beautiful baby boy in his arms. He’s had a huge smile on his face all week and was looking forward to going home to see his new baby as soon as this assignment was over. He had everything to live for.

The captain backed out an order! The distinct tone of urgency could be heard in his voice. David for the life of him could not remember a word of the order. All he could think about was the picture of his colleague’s wife with the new baby in her arms. He had to do something now.

Against all his raging natural instincts, David stepped sideways to try to clear the ground in front of his colleague. It was the wrong move.  The time had run out. He heard the captain’s loud shout at the same time as he heard the bomb go off. Boom! The whole earth shock, and then there was…. Nothingness. David thought to himself. This must be what it is like to die. I must be dying. Then he had no more thoughts.

That was three months ago. It’s a miracle he did not die. What is left of him is hard to live with. As he lays here in hospital back at home having had so many near death episodes, in and out of comas, surgeries to save his life, with his life still hanging in the balance, blind and limbless, fighting to wanting to live, even more so after each of the numerous surgeries he has had, he realised he desperately wanted to live.

He was satisfied with what he has seen of the world so far. Now he was ready to settle down. To really live. His progress everyday was a surprise to all. Any one visiting him comes away with their faith in human kindness restored. David makes sure he tells them that he is no hero, he simply followed his natural instinct and that instinct tells him that there is so much more of life for him to live. He will fight to live. He is not about to give up now.

David is happy that, through his actions the life of a new father and husband had been spared. This whole experience has peeked his desire to live despite the seemingly un surmountable disabilities he will have to live with. No matter what the doctors say, he knows he will live. This was meant to be. His life now counts for something. He is survivor. Not only that, he has stared death in the face and refused to let it take both him and his colleague. David can barely talk, but his speech is so clear to anyone who listens.  Life is for the living, you can fight both for yours and that of others. Never give up. Never give in. Once a hero, always a hero. Come on soldier. The battle is not over yet. That is the voice of his commanding officer ringing in his head even now lying here, half dead. It is an order he intends to obey.

SMART TALK

Exceeding Your Personal Best – An Olympic Lesson.

Isn’t it strange how when it comes to crunch time, you can only compete against yourself?Irrespective of how many others are in the same competition and irrespective of how good they are, you can only compete against your ‘personal best‘.

This is your previous best achievement. The one you were able to do in private, outside of the competition, your own personal record which is evidence of your dedicated day in day out practice, your hard work, your CV, your personal record of achievement.

It is unlikely that when it comes to the main fight of your life, the crunch time, that you will do much better than your personal best. So take the time everyday to work on your talents and skills. Hone them to perfection so that you can stand as champion both in your own right and against any competitor.

There’s no magic wand to make you suddenly exceed your personal best in the absence of preparation, hardwork, commitment to regular practice and confidence that on the day it matters, you will be fit to deliver time and time again.

Are you working on improving your personal best? Forget about everyone else, start from where you now. Compete against your personal best, daily if possible.,