what has  become of my mind

when my heart is no longer at

home  and  comfort  with  you

has  taken over  my  thoughts?


what has become of my heart

when my mind is no longer at

home  and  thoughts  of   you

has  taken  over  my  comfort?





two good legs

god made us in his image and endowed us with two good legs  so  that

we could all stand on  our  own  but  there  are  perfectly  normal  people

living  in  our  midst  who  chose  to live  like  a  paraplegic~  having   two

good  legs yet  prefer  to be  crippled  seeking  out  god  day  in  and  day

out  wanting   god   to   be   their  crutch   in   the   minutest  of   decisions

they could  easily hurdle through  by  themselves  i  sometimes  wonder

if  both legs should be done away with so that one has  a  better  reason

why one should be spoonfed by god since the two good  legs  are of  no

use because there are out there, genuine cases where god’s grace and

prop is truly needed~ where  those  in  prosthesis  seek  god’s  strength

to  learn  how  to  walk  again  with  limbs   that   are   tragically  removed,

diseased or  are  simply not there since birth..




mahjong faith

man are like the little  mahjong  tiles  scattered  on  god’s  mahjong  table.

on  the  four corners  sat  the  leaders  of  each  faith ~  shuffling,  stacking,

aligning  and  configuring  us  as  we  lay  prostrated,  not  knowing  which

amongst the challengers is going to pick us up  nor  are  we  to  know  our

fate because when one challenger at a glance decides not to retain  us  in

his group, we would be dropped so  fast~  disposed  like  a  factory  reject

onto  that  non  partisan  white  square,  our  only  consolation  being  that

one  of  the  other  three leaders  will  eventually  picked  us  up  to  form  a

group he  so  desires but,  if  so we  were  initially  needed,  then  you  and

I  could  be  certain  at  that   instance  how  that  leader  will  always   keep

watch over  us   throughout  the  game~  how  he  carefully  rearranges  us,

aligning us into neat stacks getting  us  ready  for  that  one  final  show  of

hand  so,   no  worries  gentlemen~  each  time   we   ponder   why    some

people faith hop but  still  found  hope  and  a  brand  new  day  like  a  little

block of  mahjong  tile  as  they  got  shuffled,  stacked  and  pushed  along

in their own little journey called faith!








I have been accused of preaching utopianism (sigh!)..  but aren’t  every  issue

we raise up and every thing we fight for pointing  towards  utopianism?  When

we demonstrate for want of better laws and better governance, when we fight

against  social  rot  and  injustices  and  against  environmental  degradation/

wastage for the want of  a cleaner,  greener  environment,  when  we  fight  for

better economic policies and elimination of  corruption,  for  the  want  of  civil

liberties, to reduce illiteracy and encourage organic farming, aren’t  all  these

actions taken for the sake of society leaning towards  utopianism? Aren’t our

religious books a guide towards utopianism?