the world is my canvas

while i can be described as somewhat unadventurous in certain matters, i do enjoy new experiences and travelling. this is because i believe that we cannot really know something until we have actually experienced it for ourselves, seen it, heard it, smelt it, felt it, tasted it. there's quite nothing like the real thing. i walk around, i traipse about and i keep my eyes open - in trains, buses and planes, wherever i go.

and it is in poems and prose pieces that i share what i have seen when i people watch. this is where i sit quietly somewhere, whether it is at a wedding dinner, in a busy shopping centre or in the park, anywhere at all, maybe even in UM itself...and watch the world go passing by.
i look at the people walk, listen to them talk, and i see so many threads which intertwine to form a giant sized tapestry. people never cease to fascinate me, the way they dress, the way they walk by ... the normality which goes hand in hand with the ocassional bizarre moment, this juxtaposition which is so common to all of our lives.
all of them, i honestly believe, have a story so close to their hearts that it IS their heart and soul and being. and sometimes when i look harder, and the time is right and my heart is a-stirring, i catch a glimpse of what lies beneath the facade we usually prefer to show the world. sometimes i think i see waves of sorrow in a person's eyes, they rise and fall, and the moment turns, the waves are no longer there.
laughter? oh, but we are all funny in our own way. in the end, it is the foibles and follies of humanity that makes me laugh out loud, and in some strange way, because i am part of this world, long to hold it close and gaze upon it tenderly and compassionately for the times when we get things so wrong.

writing is so important to me, it is life blood, it is oxygen. it is part of what makes me me. it is the means by which i make sense of this mystery which has seen fit to call itself life.
i cannot help but write. and where i write from, there is a love for what i see in as much as an artist who paints something he cares for, something he feels for. and the world is my canvas. i will continue to journey and to write, thoughts and feelings blended together until the day i draw my last breath ...