Saturday, 25 April 2009

STEF BOS: "Papa"

There’s none above -
A feeling lost
For it builds upon another brick
And yet it is will that makes us thick
Chasing clouds and blow them away
The memory of starting a new day
Spinning bicycle wheels
short skirts, long heels
A summer sun that feels
Some thoughtless breaths
An empty mind
Following deserted roads that wind
Randomly, yet determined,
Leading from somewhere to nowhere
And back again
And then again
You see a face
Clear – and there it is
As it always was
Has ever been
The sculptor who carved you out
You fit so perfectly in his mould
As if the words he always and ever told
Only now unfold
As some lines of wisdom,
Hidden in words that were never spoken
No mysteries of life to be broken
You look at him, and still will,
From time to time.
Peaceful, divine,
That’s how you will remember him
And inside you know
he will be there
when you take his stand
with the rising of the full moon,

Monday, 6 April 2009

Saturday, 4 April 2009


Last time I heard there were about 5 billion people on this world. But all of us die, and new babies are born every day. So the 5 billion of us today, will all be replaced by others at some point of time. Would anybody ever have estimated how many people ever lived since day 1?

Friday, 3 April 2009


It took me no more than a second to catch this heartwarming scene, passing by a hair saloon and peeping over my shoulder through the window. The expression on the face of a middle-aged man, looking at the woman seated in front of the mirror, perky like a queen, surrendered to the skillful hands of the hairdresser. How not to assume she’s the woman of his dreams? Eyes don’t lie; they paint truth on a face. And his was a palette of colourful emotions.

There was a dot of teenage clumsiness on wrinkled canvas. There was idol’s admiration. A proud glance as he was looking up from his low chair position to the woman he could call his. A student and his master. There was a line of disbelief, surprise even, a hint of a miracle still happening, the doubtful look from an unconfident man who still can not think of any justified reason why his partner would choose him, while there are so many better parties out there. There was encouragement, reassurance, he needn’t use any words to tell the reflection in the mirror that the hairdresser was doing a terrific job. And above all, there was love, abundantly, all over, from top to toe and back up again. He must have been totally lost ever since he won her over.

One picture tells more than a thousand words, they say. This snapshot sure did. It touched me in its simplicity; it appealed to me in its complexity. I have been to so many places, I have seen so many people, and I deeply believe that in all our diversity, we are all so similar. The desire to grow old together with a loved one is sure one of the universal aspirations of mankind.

Love has no age, nor expiry date. I look at him, I look at her. I walk by unnoticed and by the fifth click of my heels on the floor I am passed the hair saloon already. I can’t help but smile as I start whistling a random tune.