Poem #4 – The Path

Hello everyone! Today’s post is a poem I wrote a few days ago. Like always, I will provide a brief analysis at the end of the poem. However, new thoughts and interpretations are definitely welcome!


Through the haze around me,
My path is well defined.
The clouds appear to move too fast,
The wind propels the trees to shed
Leaves not yet quite dry.
A diamond bathed in sun,
The path reflects its light.
Each ray lost amidst the fleeting haze
A tunnel of light carved of haze?
A tunnel which I dare to tread.
I welcome impeded vision,
For I welcome purpose in haze.
Faith encrusted in every step,
Dazzling light blinds the haze.
The definite path of light,
Defines the undefined that is faith

The poem explores, as perceived by the narrator, the world which seems to be in a perpetual state of haze. Naturally stationary objects such as trees and clouds are swallowed by the haze thus contributing to its perceived motion. The haze dictates conformity; snatching from the trees leaves not yet quite ready to fall. During this process, the sun peeks through the haze, however every ray is lost before it can be envisioned. This results in the reflection of each ray before it is succeeded by the next. A tunnel of light worthy of that refracted by a diamond is thus formed, which blinds the narrator with its intensity.

However, the path of the narrator has always been a definite one, yet treading it demands faith. The direction of purpose elicits in the narrator faith in the tunnel. It is carved of the sun’s light, successful in penetrating the haze. Thus it is the polar opposite of the direction the haze seems to be moving in. Once the narrator embarks on the journey along the path, the dazzling light which carves the tunnel blocks the haze from sight. Faith then ceases to be a distant, nebulous emotion. It now acquires the form of an essential sheathing for survival.

Р MayaSoul




A Cappuccino

One Cappuccino is one cup of coffee. What is so marvellous about it? Nothing could be more ordinary, yet intrinsically complex.

I went to a caf√©, and ordered a cappuccino. The coffee was in a round white cup, and was the colour of sand. Nothing too extraordinary stood out from the coffee. How then, can a single cup of a very ordinary blend be marvellous? The secret lies in the word, ‘blend’.

A blend of milk and coffee. Typically, a child and a grown up? Milk could be the quintessential drink for a child, and coffee a drink for grown ups. After this thought struck, several things flashed by; several reasons why an ordinary blend could be so marvellous.

According to Plato’s Ethical Theory, the three faculties of the human soul (desire, emotions, and intellect) must be in harmony to attain goodness. What I could parallel with this theory using a cup of coffee, is that does not one need to blend the values learned as a child, and the lessons learned as an adult, to succeed? This is one route of introspection the cappuccino sparked.

Marvellous is a demanding word. It demands reasons to be used. My cappuccino came with a heart drawn with the blend of milk and coffee on the top. If I think about it, the human heart does encourage blending. Biologically, veins and arteries carry different blends of blood, and meet at the heart. The heart is also associated with love. Love too, must be a perfect blend. Love for the self, blended with love for anything else. If either channel of love is absent, its place is taken by dislike. This results in a lopsided love. A cappuccino cannot be a cappuccino without one of it’s two elements: milk and coffee. This is another route of introspection sparked by an ordinary cup of coffee.

The most ordinary things often have a remarkable story to tell. They do not have an appealing appearance, which is why they are ordinary. It is the foundation that has made the ordinary appealing that makes its story remarkable.

– MayaSoul