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Everyday since I met you, I wonder
And though you left, I still do
In the silence of your voice
but the strength of your words
In a troubling calmness,
A question persists,
Who are you?
Like a calm wind you blew
As the rain pelted the ground
And the universe thundered its might
We were drenched
Thoroughly wet and cold, but
None of it unnerved you
It makes me wonder still
Who are you...
Your humour is like rain
In the midst of a forgotten summer
Your patience endearing
like notes I had lost
from a subject of a favourite teacher
You sailed into a moment
in my time, in my space
when i had wondered far
and lost my way
in the dark woods of
uncertainty and fear
I believe it is then
For some reason,
God looked down on me
and said,
Here is some good
you did but cannot remember
I wonder if
you are a kindness
I had showered on a stranger
Or some good intention
I had wished on another
a well-wish of sorts
Though, a twist of fate that day
cheated us of goodbyes
Alas, the course of journeys
that dictates a turn of events
and we make peace with our past
I finally see it now,
there were no need
for goodbyes
when we never did part ways
in the very first place
We will continue on our journey
travelling parallel roads
separated by space
bound by time
and all good intentions
will serve as road signs
for all said and done,
I am convinced
you must be a good turn
I did in my past
and I am glad
that good turn found me at last...
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Shireen
Being an Indian living in Malaysia, I am proud of the culture that envelops me. There is so much in me that reflects a different art of living and the fundamentals of just being caught up in moments.
I am grateful to God, to the universe, to my parents, grandparents and family for preserving the traditions in me. With a world racing to be modern and sophisticated, simplicity and culture is a fading treasure, eroding with the birth of new-found philosophy.
I do not believe I am any of the better writers. There are so many more talented people around me that I admire and I aspire to learn a lesson or two. I write, simply, so that the universe that inspires me will be better appreciated. I write so that the unique culture, values and rich tradition that I have inherited will at its very least be known to you.
We are all here for fleeting moments and there is so much to be done in such a short time. Too much to see, too many people to love.
I thank you for flipping through this page and taking the time to look at my poem. If it touched you in anyway, I am grateful in more ways than you can imagine.... Thank you everyone and I wish you well.
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