Vivid Sydney 2015

Luminous II

“Vivid”

 

My take on the recent Vivid Sydney Festival.

They are amazing works of art and music, but oh my gosh, the crowds. We simply evacuated after catching the necessary glimpses of the lights..

Bravery Cafe

 

A shop without a sign,

A door without any handle.

Furniture without fuss,

And seats without frills.

But the whimsical fairy lights seemed to be enough to make up for what was lacking in ambiance and design (for me, at least).

 

Then I heard stories and saw pictures of when the place existed in quieter times, and could only imagine…

 

Hope for the Best

 

I thought of the boys who were restless
And playful and labelled “naughty”,
But became mesmerized by the sound of their recorded voices
And started getting creative
In ways I did not imagine they knew.
I selected them for the showcase
I saw their eyes light up
I hope I made a difference.

 

I thought of the girl who sits quietly

But approached me after school

And asked questions of curiosity

Questions I did not imagine she could think of.

I told her we study history,

so that we can understand humans better,

and hence learn about ourselves.

I saw her eyes light up

I hope I made a difference.

When all is said and done

When fatigue and unappreciation makes you wonder if you are even doing the right thing to begin with.

Only hope remains.

Art Palates Cafe

A cafe overlooking calm floating waters, a little gem hidden in the heart of the city. Shall go back soon to explore the gallery.

In Time.

A few incidents involving rude people and people with poor attitudes, specifically those of the younger generation, left me leaving work today feeling really disappointed and downcast.

And the whole “what am I doing this for” cycle starts again.

If we indeed have free will, then why are so many circumstances not within our control?

If time is really ours, then why are we constantly rushing against it, in a bid to outwit that which we cannot  grasp?

If this life was really meant for the ultimate goal (open to personal interpretations of respective readers),

Then why are we spending so much time, doing so much that takes us further and further from it?

The Value of Dreams

If life is so unpredictable,

Sometimes much too fast,

Where then, lies the value of dreams

Since their existence may not last?

What makes some dreams precious?

What makes other dreams short-lived?

Is our capacity to believe so strong, that,

Our lives, we wouldn’t mind to give?

Shroud

Sometimes, visits to museums makes me feel:

People in what we know as the past

May not be so different from what we are

After all,

It is the same Earth spinning round and round.

Christmas 2012

 

 

 

Slightly belated pictures from a season past.

Am home, but am not sure whether I’m really home.

Am alive, but not sure whether I’m really living.

Must be a case of the usual back-to-reality blues.

I only wish for time to zoom by now.