A year on, when I think of you, little brother..

❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

I think of…

A garden of flowers
An orchard of fruit trees
A room filled with laughter
A bright, sunny day
An embrace of love and warmth
Whispers of endearments
A heart full of compassion
The face of kindness
An aura of beauty
The brilliance of your persona
The radiance of your soul
Your dazzling smile
Your kindly eyes
Your humble gait
Your caring nature
Your gentleness
Your guidance
Your teaching
Your mentoring
Your humility
Your dignity
Your exemplary stature

Maloquacious © 2015

My every bit of Paradise!

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Courtesy of S.Q

O let me rest my weary self,

Beneath the gently swaying boughs;

I lay my head down ‘pon the ground,

Lost, my body aches to find that peace.

That elusive peace; the calmness; the serenity;

O thoughts, confused; jumbled; incoherent.

But, hush now, I hear the rustle of the leaves,

Or….wait! Ah, yes, ’tis an angel I sense.

Its wings whisper to me, restful, comforting words;

Thoughts of love and light embrace my very being..

O what ecstasy! The utter delight, the joy I feel,

Yes, this courtyard, this peaceful haven – my every bit of Paradise!


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The dignity of a refugee



A thought provoking piece. An eye witness account of Syrian refugees camped at the Keleti train station in Budapest, Hungary. Saneeya writes an informative, sensitive and enlightening blogpost. Well done!

Originally posted on Saneeya Qureshi:

I must preface this blog entry with a caveat: I am neither an activist nor a political person by any measure. The text contained within this post is meant solely to capture the multitude of emotions that I have experienced in a short span of time. It is not meant in any way as a comment or interpretation of the politics or policies of any nation.

I am fortunate to work in a job which I not only love, but also one for which I travel around the world. I am currently in Budapest, Hungary. Although the past week has been spent attending various sessions and meetings for work, this weekendI have had the privilege of being able to volunteer for a whileat the Keleti train station before catching my flight back home.

Having grown up in countries that are oft touched by violence and bloodshed, although upset by the…

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I’d like to be..

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Courtesy of M.A.Q

I’d like to be..

The rainbow in your cloud

The peace in your thoughts

The blossoms on your tree

The buds on your rose bushes

The whispers on your pillow

The feathers in your duvet

The diamonds in your tiara

The gold among your silver

The sheen of your shoes

The starch in your shirt

The fragrance of your perfume

The smile on your face

The reason for your happiness

The giggle in your laughter

The cause for your success

The positivity in your mind

The desire for your goodness

The example for your compassion


But not the least

I’d like to be…

The hope for all your tomorrows.

Therefore, live on, my precious children,

Be happy, healthy and content,

Fear not, stand tall, walk on,

For this, the legacy, I leave behind

Is yours, alone, to keep;

And in your prayers,

I’d like to be..




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Happiness is a bowl of fresh berries

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Oh, gosh! My room’s a mess
I am in a total distress.

The cat’s done another ‘oopsie’
Do it again, feline, and you’ll get a ‘whoopsie’.

Dog, the obedient, doesn’t dare,
Have already given him an icy stare.

Laptop, again, conked out
For that I give a nasty shout.

Telly’s on the blink
Uff, I just cannot think.

Window shutters are rattling
The latches are battling.

I surrender, and flop on to my bed
Staring at the ceiling, I rest my head.

I wonder, and ponder, and, thrice, wonder
I think, and think, and simply wonder.

The walls begin to close in, I feel suffocated
What? Is the ceiling collapsing, am I intoxicated?

Perhaps pixies, gremlins and the mischievous fairy
Have caused all this havoc ? Help! They’re out to get me?

Ye gods, I don’t trust them nor their pixie dust
With that magic, they can do a lot…they got guts.

So, out the room, I pronto jump, in total distress
Down the stairs, I whizz, gosh, am I in a mess!

Breathe, breathe, my guru yoga always instructed
Beneath the tree I now sit, feeling a wee bit protected.

When stress spills over and the worries don’t abate
It’s because the system needs a break, so it’s time to meditate.

Be happy, don’t worry! Let not tensions nest in your head
Forget the past, trust the future, and in the present, walk on ahead.

Indeed, breathe in, breathe out…inhale, exhale – repeat
And if like me, you find a berry on the bush nearby – eat!

Happy strawberries, blueberries, cherries and blackberries
Pick and pluck what you love. My happy heart’s in raspberries!

Maloquacious © 2015

The Rumble in the Jungle

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Deep in the jungle, in the heart of it, there stood Rigamaroo
His mind was in a whirl and twirl, he didn’t know what to do.

Too much trouble, hubble bubble, shuffle and kerfuffle
Such was life, thought he, poor me! Rock bottom, in a scuffle.

Can’t think straight, caught in a tangle, feeling drab, dull and dead
Swirling, twirling, swooshing, whooshing, yikes, ’twas a bee buzz in his head.

The stress, alas, was too much for him, he was down, deep in a jumble
Frazzled, boggled, puzzled, oh gosh, what a humongous muddle!

All the worrying, the fretting, the doubting, oodles doom and gloom
His mind, no good.. Should he go left? Or, right? He didn’t know what to do.

Glum-faced, puckered lips, furrowed brows – peace, was what he yearned for
Yet, still, along the winding path he trudged; a figure, hunched…quite sore.

What was his problem? His quandary? His quantum of irrationality?
Why go in the jungle, with its creepers and twines? It made no sensibility.

But, Rigamaroo just toddled and hobbled, without an end in sight
He turned right, then, he turned left. Next, left and, then, again, right.

Bewildered, befuddled…..now left on his own – I ask ye, was poor chappie okay?
No, methinks, not. For ’tis best to have a confidante, to share, discuss, to have your say.

As when you’re open to discussion…a kindly ear, a gentle embrace, or just a simple pat on the hand
Boosts one’s morale and, the self esteem, enhances – ah, so that is why it’s called a healing hand!

Right? Are you? Really, right? Rigamaroo questioned me..
Since now he felt so much better, happy, healthy and carefree.

My reply was…

“Well, I am your Guardian Angel, my duty is to care,
“Though, of course, you cannot see me, but, I am ever there.”


Maloquacious © 2015

“Three things are difficult to understand: The work of the swan, the movements of the swan and the mind of a swan.”

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Courtesy of F.M

Who am I? Chalky wants to know,
Where do I live, where?
Chalky looks me up and down,
Down and up, up and down.

What is the problem? I query,
Wherefore art thou waddling?
‘Tis now my turn, and truly..
I shalt give Chalky the third degree.

Take my pic, hey you! Chalky suddenly quacks,
Lifts neck up high, and with a beaky grin, Chalky..
Ruffles the feathers, spruces and preens,
Makes a pose, all poised and serene.

Click. Adroitly, the camera captures..
This delightful little creature, called Chalky,
Who’s now sharply waddling towards me, but why?
Cackles: Now of you, I take! – Snap! …….. Ouch.

Moral of the poem:

Never trust a wolf in swan’s clothing.

A swan’s quack is not worse than its snap.

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I thank ye, kind sir, Bunny, for your time and for your ears

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Come sit with me, please do, dear bunny, beneath the shade
For that is where, I do believe, all hopes and dreams are made.
With you, beside me, I know, will I have the utter strength
To share, declare and, earnestly, gabbing all, at length.

Rabbit, my sweet, lend to me, your flappy ears, please do,
There’s much to say, before you play, pray, sit – ’tis just us two.

I do not wish, oh yes, I don’t, for any fame or glory,
Nor for threads of silver, no golden needles – no, not me!
Sprawling lawns, chandeliered mansions? I have no desire, nay
Diamonds, rubies….ah, the jewels, perhaps…but, NO – no way!

What I want…what I really want…really, really want
With all my heart, deep in my soul, and this I truly want..
Is a moment with my dad and bro, how precious and how priceless, yes,
Their gentle embrace; heartwarming smiles and the kindness in their eyes.

For now they fly high among the angels, their souls both shining bright,
Left me with a casket, ’tis filled with regal, treasured riches, ever so rare,
It holds their love, their goodness, those virtues pure and oh-so right!
Ah, I am rich, beyond all measures, by their legacy extraordinaire.


I thank ye, kind sir, Bunny, for your time and for your ears,
I wish you well, and hope you find that cabbage, you hold so dear!

Maloquacious © 2015

Travails of a Time Traveller


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As the sun’s rays glitter through swaying boughs, I watch the leaves bow in reverence at the majesty of the splendid day. All around, the radiance dances its shimmering swirls and twirls like devout dervishes in hypnotic trance.

I am mesmerised.

Ah, if only I could sit and watch this enchanting display of worship and adoration to the mighty Creator. Everyone and everything bows in gratitude – acknowledgement of His greatness.

But, I have no time. I cannot afford to dawdle for I have too much to do. I am a Time Traveller. In haste, in rush, I always am. Chop-chop.

I’m busy, too busy. Got no time. Too absorbed in the nitty gritty of life, I always am. ..Keeping up with the Joneses. ..Catching up with the rat race. ..Rubbing shoulders with the top brass. I want this; I want that. I must do this; I must do that. I desire more. And more and more. The list becomes endless.


Alas, such is the life of many! But at the end of our Journey, will any of this matter? Our mansion? Bank balance? Crystal ware? Silverware? Jewels?

Who will be in awe of all this? Will we be rewarded for our possessions? Will the angels be impressed? Moreover, will He be pleased with us? Think about that.

Pause. Ponder. Reflect.

At birth, we enter empty handed. On death, we depart, also, empty handed.

So…therefore, …

When the realisation finally dawns, what really matters, is how well and productively we lived the ‘dash’ – the life duration in this world.

In spite of adversities and despite evil temptations, we are here to enhance our souls’ growth. To better ourselves. To understand the true meaning of life. In short, toss out ugly materialism. Rid yourself of envy, jealousy, selfishness, dishonesty and every negative emotion.

Instead, embrace spirituality. Take a firm grasp of truthfulness, integrity, humility and gratefulness. Improve your soul by being good, doing good, thinking good, and most vital, always keep in your mind, heart, body and soul, the mention of His blessed glory.

No matter what bricks and bats, sticks and stones befall you, persevere and endeavour to transform into a beautiful, joyful soul of love, humility and compassion. God speed.

I conclude with a favourite poem of mine…

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Fifty Shades of White

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The day is cold. Really cold. To use the correct word – freezing.

Today, I have a journey to make. So I step into my car. Start up the engine. Switch on the heater. And roll up the windows.

Now, I am on my way. I think I know where I am going. And I think I know what to do. And thus, I begin.

With accelerator pressed, the engine gently growls. I shift the gear, adjust my seat and, warily, move on to the tarmac.

My, what a magical sight to behold!

Methinks, enchanting. But nay, some thoughts differ – Promising? Or, ominous?

Seconds tick by. I’m in a quandary.

I feel confused. Friend or foe? Boggled, I clutch at the steering wheel.

Watchful. Now, more careful, I negotiate a bend and drive on.

A thick, dense blanket of snow lies on either side. The road is clear, but sporadically, miniature snow dunes appear.

Trees, of different shapes and size, stand tall in shrouds of white, haughtily peering down at me. Or, perhaps, protectively?

Road signs are thickly veiled in various whites, their messages, vague and unclear. Ambiguous. Why?

Clusters of clouds loom above me, menacingly, displaying hues of white, white and white. Or, are they grey?

The road, it twists and turns with its ups and downs. Is that – Good or Bad?

I reflect. I ponder.

Time passes by.



A sudden jolt out of the blue electrifies me. I am hit by a flash of enlightenment.

Yes. I smile.

With Enlightenment comes Realisation and, finally, Acceptance.

Yes, yes and yes!

That’s what life is all about. One long adventurous journey, inclusive of its twists and turns, and its ups and downs – they are, of course, all part of the package!

Wisdom dawns. I think back.

Promising? Ominous? Surely, such are the experiences in life!

Thickly veiled road signs, vague, and very unclear? Together with the fifty shades of white (snow?) that cruised alongside me in my journey? These are simply His sacred directions and guidance for us to note and accept!

Gratitude reigns. The crown is accepted. Ah, I have indeed arrived at my destination. Phew.

The journey, undoubtedly, was long, tiring and extremely puzzling. From the start, I was quite apprehensive and rather fretful. Obstacles unnerved me, predicaments befuddled me. But now, what a relief!

Peace prevails. I am content. I pray.

I thank You, loving Lord, for blessing my soul with Your enlightenment – the conscious awareness of our purpose in life.



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