Poem Number 245 - Mirrors Of Love - 21/1/1988

Walking on air where is no depth to fall into,

Is to be free of everything that you stand for.

You devour total love and care to only one you so love,

You deserve to be up there with the partner of your eternal life.

Deeper and deeper your life grows,

Like God’s creation of a hundred year old bush tree.

It is all not so much pleasure and leisure,

As minutes go into hours, there is also a little danger.

The danger is that when you both disagree on something,

And this, ‘Sometimes’, starts off as completely nothing,

You hurt each other a little by saying what you don’t mean,

But it is all said and then the remembrance remains.

Kind words of wisdom to one,

While the other listens intensively,

And when one’s finished speaking his or her mind,

It is then wise to speak nicely to your partner.

Forever tears would be shed whilst being addressed,

To sort everything out in such a manly and mature method,

Would mean less heartbreak and more care and attention,

To each of you and reflect the mirrors of love, you share.

Poem Number 244 - My Beating Heart - 21/1/1988

What do I have to say or do,

To make people who are close to me, realize,

That a joke is a joke not an argument,

Repeatedly, I say this to these close people.

People, whom I care, love and give a lot of attention too,

People, that don’t have that extra little bit of humour,

People, whom also care, love and give their attention to me,

But these people don’t realize that crying is important over an argument.

An argument for which I am asked to take the blame,

(Just like most others that I regrettably accept),

For which I am accused of hurting people,

For which I am to accept this unnecessary accusation.

No marriage of mine to my wife will break up!

No wife of mine (Called ‘Nirmala’) will pack her bags and leave,

Not even me will pack up, go and break our marriage,

I have thick skin like my beautiful wife and nothing between us will bleed.

Kiss of love I will always give to my wife,

Kisses from deep within my beating heart,

And I will from now not raise my voice to high,

Because of being accused of starting arguments.

Poem Number 243 - Something For Nothing - 10/1/1988

Upset for no person but blame, I did,

It was such a day like the day before,

That I got upset for something that was for nothing,

Looking, searching, searching and yelling, blaming my wife.

But that was wrong, totally wrong of me,

Yet for minutes by minutes I was all-alone,

Just to find where my cigarettes had gone,

And after all that, I found them by the phone.

My love I apologized to her immediately,

With no straightaway answer I expect at all.

With forgiveness of sweet flowers all fresh,

I pleaded and begged for her forgiveness for my mind.

Yet, we had not expected to fight and love as we do,

We have told each other, even before our day of marriage,

That we will love each other forever and ever,

Yet, with this love will come equal shares of arguments.

For if two people of opposite sex and same feelings towards each other,

Do not have a rocky road on their way to total devotion towards each other,

And there was not even a tiny noise or abuse or upset that was shared between themselves,

This could not be forever, as they haven’t really got the love God’s given them.

Poem Number 242 - Satisfaction For A Price - 5/1/1998

Moonlight nights cooling this heated earth from boil,

The continuous wiping of hands from sweated foreheads,

The thought of the cold liquids being poured down, on one’s head,

Melting your body down to bloodless skin- left to relax.

The sudden touch of tiny drops of rain,

Brings the body to complete saturation,

With drying off for just a while,

Or take a long walk that is for a few miles.

To have what you want is not always that easy,

To want what you have is a dream of itself,

Us people, we need those wants everyday of our life,

To make every moment as happy: for a husband and wife.

Poem Number 241 - Surfing Like A Surfer - 4/1/1988

Like a professional surfer riding on top of a quick wave,

Like an amateur bodysurfer being dumped buy this same wave,

Like a life saver out on this first mission to life-save,

We all try hard to attain a high ranking in our sports of career.

As you hear sometimes the thunderous crashing of waves upon still rocks,

As you hear the echoing of light waves reaching the seaside,

As you see the ocean’s distance,

And wonder from where do they commence!

The physical aspect, the strength that is show,

The composite attitude towards one’s personal goal,

The support that is given and enormousity of the publicity,

Is what makes a boy a man and a girl a woman.

Tears of tiredness, over exercising total energy,

Or laughs of joy for an excellent result,

But out into surfing the real fun begins,

With all kinds of surf craft floating all over the place.

You hear one expert converse with his mate,

‘Out there today, there’s not much chop!’

Or a joyous conversation with his same mate, next day,

‘Gees it’s really good out there. It’s choice!’

Surfing like a surfer catching the best of waves,

Being tossed around whilst catching one wave,

To have saltwater from the sea continuously splashing on your face,

Is to make me wonder why they do surf?

Poem Number 240 - Good News To Be Told - 4/1/1988

Yesterday we were to wake up early, after dawn,

To go to the airport: to see someone gone.

So off we left from Cronulla by train,

And finish by foot for half an hour.

We arrived there a little on time to say ‘Goodbye’ to ‘Pushpa and Stanley’,

After all the luggage was checked, the twenty dollars departure was paid,

And also the snapshots that everyone wanted taken were finished,

We rested ourselves with little good conversation said.

Then my eyes lit up my face, turned to happiness,

My tension had been unlocked and released and my voice was quickly talking.

This was due to Nirmala telling me of unexpecting news,

The news of ‘Pretika’ and her parents got their visas.

With Pushpa flying away for a weeks,

Maybe all the family could arrive in Australia,

With Stanley and herself on their arrival,

Leaving not one bag in Fiji for remembrance.

IT WAS GOOD NEWS TO BE TOLD!