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My White Queen

2012-01-14T01:09:00.000-08:00

My White Queen

You hopped into my life
Un-alerted to move my being
You showered me a love so pure
That I could only imagine.
My great queen you are born to fly
And spread more magical wonders
Like such a passing time in my life
I thank God I'm alive.
I shall now let you go
For you deserve the sunshine more.

MOOD
14 Jan'12.
Bintulu.

( This poem inspired by a white praying mantis I saw at the farm today)

2010-05-06T05:12:00.000-07:00

Adventure in Life

I've often wondered

what wonder is

of falling faith

in a disheartened soul

I've not been a Shakespearean man

to be or not to be

choice may be one too many

spoilt kids of yester years

time is running short in mortal me

and life continues to dare

my eagerness to know

have hastened to soar

this quest of maturing life

We're born to love

hope our burning desire

changing motivations through time

with unfaltering mind

must we move our being

in concert with nature

dancing its spirit

in awakening intelligence

to embrace dear life

that the veil of existence

tricks one to disbelieve

III

I'm much at peace

with a new-found me

much distanced before by design

but left alone

the nativity of living happiness

is a leap of faith I clung to

the everest of life

I treasure this mountain of faith

sipping its fountain of glorious giving

thirsed by a life-long adventure

the search of majesty

and truth it rewards

the skies sometimes smiled on me

after my lapses and setbacks

once clouded by weak faith

and fallen petals of disharmony

I pick to gather

the richness of humanity

and prolific prosperity

to share as a child of the universe

MOOD

28 April, 2010.

The point of it all

2010-01-31T07:37:00.000-08:00

The craftiest of old hands
And latest survey know-how
Will meet to life's reliability
On a busy construction site
When two strings cross
A perfect needle point
You get practical with life's problems
Through the ages of use
A philosophy of life
That answers the science of knowledge
With the simple wisdom
Of a carpenter's loving hands
Stick to the knitting
The tapestry of life
A vision statement
You would love to sing
And be practical with dreams
Like stretched yet flexible carpenter strings.

MOOD
30.1.10

2009-08-27T13:03:00.000-07:00

Sejenak Fikiran

Maka...
Berebut-rebutlah mencari ilmu
Untuk mendakapNya
Moga jalan terang diberkati
Cahaya yang mengenalNya
Di lubuk rindu kehadiranNya
Siang bermesra kasihNya
Bermalam pada sayangNya
Redha dan takwa
Menyelami jiwa yang luhur
Ya Rabbi.

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

2009-01-01T09:26:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-01T08:36:00.000-08:00

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 is an affirmation
Those splashes of light we require more
To master our destiny
And be the wiser
Each passing day.

MOOD
1 January, 2009.

A New 2009

2008-12-31T19:30:00.000-08:00

Everyday in one tiny way
I be better , 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
So my light tracks in living
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.

2008-12-31T18:12:00.000-08:00

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

2008-07-17T04:29:00.000-07:00

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)

2008-07-09T07:42:00.000-07:00

I
It was a cold July night
the rains have stopped
early in the evening
coolness was felt
the night was dark
the streets quiet
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 silent slumber
the warm embraces
sensual feelings
pleasurable moments
loving ectasy
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 trapped in one beautiful moment.

We remained lost in togetherness
unuttered in words
we embraced to love life
to live life
in sharing moments
the ups and downs
the totality of what will be.

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

How I love Life
and Truth it rewards
the curiosity and fire of learning
in practice of creative gifts
that has raised my being
my not-knowing
the brilliance and exposure
by the light of reason
imagination too.

IV
I wandered about
the darkness and mysteries
of the night.
On every step I forward made
brilliance shone
my spirit 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
walked out feeling hurt
worry and quilt
joy missed.
The prostitute
hands on her heavy hips
stood legs apart at the doorway
shouted obscenities at the man
giggled at life
the future what 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
( Remade continously)

Reflection on Beauty

2008-07-03T18:11:00.000-07:00

Beauty is seen
in the external appearances
in the minutest details
to the universal forms
in all solid forms
to seemingly formless forms.

Beauty is done
of actions caught or
in words spoken
Beauty is felt
is thought
is smelt
In outside appearances
we speak of Beauty.

But Beauty too whispers
smiling, strangely first to us
for Beauty challenges
inspires and motivates
encourages and provokes
Our mind ,body, spirit and soul.

The idea that conceptualises
Beauty as beautiful
is one that keeps on expanding
embracing and comprehending
holding us passionately
into a simple -
unity and harmony.

MOOD, 5.7.74

A Child is Born

2008-07-03T17:57:00.000-07:00

When a child is born
Thoughts are many
Of food, medicine and money
An additional soul to love and cherish
Education, upbringing and prosperity
Let fortune and happiness befriend her life
Music and harmony ringing in her ears
Time will harbour and nurture her hopes
Joy and pride to crown her achievements
Give guidance and assurances in times of need
Confidence will grow in every thrust to live
Strive to the fullest she could aspire
Blessed are those that lead her way
To a nest she could rest and tender her young
A generation to proceed what is left undone

MOOD, 22.6.80

A Decade Ago

2008-07-03T17:45:00.000-07:00

When I lifted this pen
to unleash my vented feelings
of thoughts in pain
to publicise that is private and dear
and seek out the reality that is Me
my thoughts were swayed
by slow indoctrination
that feeble my mind
and what am I?
was what you thought of me.

How removed I was from my inner being
to find not a composed man
but confused and lost.

Now the broken images
are pieced together
the patched pattern paints a tapestry
a serene lake that reflects peacefulness abound
that a decade ago was stormed
by thunder and rain.

When today I recall a decade ago
a life well-lived
is by far the greatest mark
that I shall ever leave
so my future generations should know.

MOOD, 12.5.80

Loneliness

2008-07-03T17:17:00.000-07:00

Loneliness....
brings imagination
ushers something done
makes me long again
for togetherness
thus being lonely
is a measure of my strength
and singularity
will and frailty
an island in the wide open sea.

The sweet sea sprays
breezes my spirit
on this beach I call love
to hunt for life's worth
may the red clouds pass
and blue waves washes
my eager footprints
on the sands of time
but deep in my heart's loneliness
is where my endeavour starts
setting a place for you
remembering you.

I long for you
when loneliness comes
to fill my soul
to the brim of joy
release me of my happiness
and together we'll build a dream
so perfect and certain
in our minds our happiness
shall reign supreme.

MOOD, 31.8.76.
(Re-adapted)

History

2008-07-03T17:05:00.000-07:00

Ah, my dear History
you inform me
and give me solace
despite the differences in time
Man has not changed much.
In his instincts and desires
and fundamental being
remains still a human creature
only his motivations
have been worth noting
he attempts and realises
his dreams ,whims and fancies
awashed in the pages of civilisation
his very best or very worst
he achieves and reflects
and so you, my dear
has been his achievement
the road he has trod
and continues to march on
in the field of time

MOOD, 30.7.74

Love

2008-07-03T07:51:00.000-07:00

Love is a burst of joy
A moment when two hearts
Feel so close together
Entranced in laughter
Wrapped in deep gratification
Satisfaction and feelings
Embraced in the oneness
And rhythmic song of joy.

MOOD, 14.7.74

Hasyimah

2008-07-03T07:25:00.001-07:00

While reading the philosophy of history
my eyes went free
the words kept disappearing
the paragraphs did not speak to me
just the hovering calling of a memory.

Suddenly, it was her
my mind wandered over
how untimely she came
out of the blank pages
out of a wandering mind.
She was about to whisper
when past moments
fast forward scrolled
of times walking her
back to her dorm
past the library hours
of sharing notes and laughter
those seemingly short hours
of longing and loving her.

But I fear of unreality
fear that my strongest hope
is but a figment of a frail mind
fear that my wanting her
will not meet the light of day.

The question; "What motivates men?"
plucked a thunder in my consciousness
and awakened me
to read dry history.

How forward could imagination bring
into the passionate then
fearful crevices of the mind
and out into the present realities
of now and what now?

MOOD, 3.10.74
(continuously remake)

Dark Nights

2008-07-03T01:17:00.000-07:00

When the roads were wet
I would be on my way
Past lonely streets
The dark road ahead

Destined to her place
My single mind had said
To keep her in company
Whenever raindrops fell

We talked sweet nothings
Till the early morn
All those inhibitions and taboos claimed
Were now passive in our hands

O, dark nights,
You held our secrets
The pulsating of our hearts
In your darkness thundered

Our love blindness
You tenderly saw
Under your black clouds
Were mysteries we sought
Treasured were memories spent together
The courage in loneliness
And the meaning in silence

The early hours of dawn
Drew us a while
And those car splashes reminded me too
Blurry neon lights I left behind
But dark nights were always in my mind.

MOOD, 12.10.80

Doors of Life

2008-07-03T01:10:00.000-07:00

Door of Life - the painting

Doors of Life - the poem

The doors of life are always open
But it is to open our mind and heart
To be self-concious of Life and Existence
that remains a task.

MOOD, 1.10.74

Sentosa

2008-07-03T01:02:00.000-07:00

kesentosaan itu menetap di dada
alam sepi mententeramkan jiwa
yang ingin perdamaian
murninya kesentosaan bukan kepalang
tuah bertaburan dari jiwa
yang ingin ketenangan.

MOOD, 24.4.75

Tinta Biru

2008-07-03T00:57:00.000-07:00

Se titik
mencurah
perasaan hangat
cita bersemangat
mengukuh
fikiran jitu
yang menyelubungi kalbuku

Tulisan
mencakar kertas putih
membakar hati
menyerap rohani

ketinggalan cuma
tinta-tinta pudar
memikat ide
anak cucuku

MOOD, 26.4.81

Gazes and Glances

2008-07-01T07:55:00.000-07:00

Gazes she threw
made my feelings anew
of days and times
spent in the early morning dew.

Her glances paints
a romance story
of desires and loving her
of smiles so wide
and feelings tender
a heavenly beauty
so perfect and rare
has humbled
this believing heart.

Her sparkling eyes
has moved my soul
fantasies and flights of imagination
of moments when a wink
has beckoned this lonely heart
and melted a treasured memory.

Gazes and glances
casts of gold
brown eyes and sweet smiles
a timeless spell behold.

MOOD, 1 July '08.
Laman Kambatik, Bintulu.

AYU

2008-06-29T09:02:00.000-07:00

AYU - the painting
AYU - the poem

Dalam kejemuan membalik-balik
lembaran hidupku
terasa jejari lembutmu
menyentuh tanganku
lalu tampak raut senyummu
suatu misteri
yang menyentuh
jiwa halus dan
terangsang ini.

Kau bebayang asyik kupandang
dan setiap kali ilham menggoda
akan kutempuhi keujudanmu
jua kubilang kehadiranmu
Kerana tahu
panggilan lirik wajahmu
cuma tiba di pekan kesedaran
kata-kata janji manismu.

Kini kita bicara
pada suatu momen manis
seribu keindahan
yang mendesak penjelasan
pada fikiran yang memendam
rasa cinta buatmu.

Selagi aku menggapai
erti senyummu itu
akan kukejar ke sudut waktu
rela kutunggui kehadiranmu
walau sesaat mendetik datang
pada jiwa ini
ia sepanjang musim kebahagian.

MOOD, 29 Jun '08
Laman Kambatik, Bintulu.

Windswept Lawn

2008-06-28T09:22:00.000-07:00

Like a bird one day
I was out in the open air
been there by the old casuarina branch
that I used to watch and sing
at the garden steps below.

It was a tiny lawn
recently mowed
the cuttings were dry
shrivelled and brown.

The patio was quiet
a little breeze blew
moved the scattered leaves
the silent chimes too.

The mood was rustic
this warm return hollow
where I while away
my moments in time
and take flight when the day is done.

Said I:
Here's indeed a place to rest
to seek a peaceful mind
that will remember and recall
this windswept lawn
the patio and the trees
I wished to be my own.

MOOD, 29 June '08.

Country Peace

2008-06-28T05:13:00.000-07:00

The rustling leaves,
Brings that wondrous feeling
The town people miss
Called country peace.
There is low silence,
Deep in its shallowness,
Forever going
Forever reaching.
I lie in the open air,
Letting the breeze blow
My ruffled hair
My face too
Rubbing it softly
But earthly through.
Natural quietness,
Is a comforting cushion
That balms the mind
From earthly confusion.
I love nature,
And its rustling leaves
The quietness of mind
Whatever good nature gives.
I thank nature for it leaves,
My thoughtful mind
Well at peace
Rich at ease.

MOOD, 1974.

A Lovers' Walk

2008-03-05T22:45:00.000-08:00

as we walked through
the field of flowers'
bright, yellow and red blossoms
we felt the wind
that washes our soul
purifies our entwined hearts,
and quickly left us alone
deep in nature's embrace.

At once we felt nature,
our great Mother,
how lovely, how caring
how free and understanding

to us
wrapped up in
that first embrace;
to remain
but ourselves.

we spoke
tirelessly and helplessly
in the arms of plain love.
we enfolded our arms
in wild desires
but feeling the softness
and gratitude of true love.

I smelt her brown hair,
touched it with my eager lips
and she rushed her hot , red cheeks
over my face
my ears
my neck.
We were then lost,
lost in oneness.

How blissful,erotic
how exotic, sensitive
she was.

We strolled again,
amidst the flowers
in the drizzly rain.
our hearts were soaked into one
as we held each others' hands
arms and waists
and walked unmindful
across the fields.

we felt no pain
only hope
that such a beautiful moment
come
and never end.

Mood, October'74.

Initial notes

2008-02-18T06:29:00.000-08:00

This month of February '08 is auspicious in the sense that I have decided to open a site that will become a writing tablet for me in the years to come. I will attempt here to experiment with writing and to publish it immediately in e-terms.
The topics will be as varied as my interests in life generally and in living it as spiritually as I can.
This day, 18-2-08. For the kind life that I lived so far, I praise Allah the Almighty.