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MOOD
7 Ramadan 1430 H.
(28-8-09)

The Dreamer

In the stillness of night
stirring my mind remote sleep
the drum roll of mysterious thoughts
have risen
from the endless reservoir
of the ocean deep.

The night floods have crept
the valley floors and crevices
have filled my wandering trails
every secret corners and hidings
that my consciousness has awaited
in loving ambush.

Wake up to the floods tidings
for it shall leave with the strike of day
fortify your thoughts and let none astray
direct and channel her captive spirit
and let it enter your receptive vision
to breathe her living spirit
for tomorrow your heart will rejoice
her fertile influence
by the light of day.


MOOD
2 January,2009.

Splashes of Light

It is in times of darkness
That the brightest splashes of light are seen
Just as the dreamer is awakened
He sees the brilliance of day
Amazed by the perpetual play of ideas
That for a moment master his consciousness
Just as waking life is fired
By sparks of imagination
It is always the inspired self
That sets the inner life a glow
No creation would happen without intervention
And creativity itself is our only affirmation
That those splashes of light we require more
To master our destiny
And be wiser each passing day.



MOOD
1 January, 2009.

A New 2009

Everyday in one tiny way
I be better and a lot wiser
That which swayed me by night
Unfetters by end of day
For the simplest truth I believe
Is to unveil and let barren my soul
To the Light of Day
To bathe in its Reason
And harvest her Intelligence.
So let go the load
This heavy heart carries
By which my alert life
Gains the little successes
And significant breakthroughs
The whole wide world need not reason by.
Just by the light breeze
The veil is lift
And with a determined hold
A fling casts tight
What is held with lesser might
Soar then high like a free hornbill fly
And breathe not the dirt below
To herald each waking day
With a freshness of mind and spirit anew
Thus the light tracks I trammelled
Be blessed by the numbered days
Of every affirmation I daily claim
Made possible by the Majesty and Beauty
That my searching heart cry
Between the night slumber and
The twitter of a new day.


MOOD
1 January,2009.

A Thousand Thoughts

Like dried leaves

On the jungle path

These thoughts have piled my mind

Through long, quiet country roads

Do you love your country?

Have we not filled the glass vase

A flower, bract and fragrance too

To seek out not too far of the beauty

Within our immediate garden

Of Life's greatness

That tenderly sew our longing

Of living, striving and winning

A thousand efforts

Honest ones that bespeaks our toil

Atop mountains and valley floors

Criss-crossing many conceptual maps

A career profile, a bio-data of a humane me

Have sparked a forwardness

Mindful of a blessed life has been

A tiny walk tomorrow may be

But must we plan

A thousand moves

For the success of tomorrow

Erupts from a fallen seed today

By a forest clearing

That shoots our labour of love

Henceforth the garden of tomorrow.

MOOD
1st January,2009.

Konvo Day

It was on Konvo Day
and I was on my way
from K.L. to Pulau Pinang
rocking away by railway.

I saw all around me
left, right, centre, forward
that obsessive word
money, money, money.

The train fare
the lounge suite
the photos and the food
savoured all my money away

How could poor souls survive
worrying about money
eats up my soul
every single hour,
every single day.


MOOD, 17.6.74

The Night and Me ( in six parts)

I
It was a cold July night
the rains have stopped
early in the evening coolness was felt
the night was dark
the streets silent
the roads were free
the buildings in rows
only the blurred images
of the neon lights
did I see.

Here, from above the multitude of houses
I came down in my helicopter
unnoticed
soundlessly
to disturb not
the quiet slumber
the warm kisses
the sensual feelings
the pleasurable joys
the ectastical sensitiveness of love
in the burning erotism
of the young couple.

II
I rose up higher
laughing myself to Life
the mutual reward of giving
the satisfaction of my ideals
I share with my woman
deep in embrace.
In a moment of high happiness
we declared ourselves as one
united in desire
the longing of sharing
the longing of loving
of passion and affection
now caught in one beautiful moment.

We remained lost in our togetherness
unuttered in words
we embraced to love life
to live life
in our shared moments
till the sunset of our lives.

III
I moved now into the calm night
to the world of deep meditation
stillness abound
rich in its stimulation
for in the thoughtful recesses
of his mind
the young scholar toiled
imagining, picturing, thinking aloud
discovering and synthesising

How I love Life
and Truth it rewards
the curiosity and love of learning
I upheld my creative gifts
that raised my being
my not knowing
the brilliance and the exposure
of the light of reason and happiness.

IV
I walked about
into the darkness and mysteries
of the night
on every step I forward made
brilliance shone
my heart blazed
the night stayed darkly.

V
My helicopter
brought me down town
among the conflagrations of
colourful neon lights
that adorned the streets and entrances
of the cold lonely night.
My eyes were caught
by the kicking of doors swung open
a man was pushed out
wrapped in dissatisfaction
he walked out feeling pain
guilt, worry and shame
satisfaction unfound
joy missed
the prostitute
hands on her heavy hips
stood legs apart at the doorway
shouted obscenities at the man
giggled at life
whatever the future be
she banged the door
and turned back into the dark corners
of undeserved life.

VI
I looked behind me
the hours were late
the night more lonely
I flew faster
up and higher
running for the day
the brilliance to come.


MOOD, 30.7.74
( Readapted)