Bintulu's beauty

 The Bintulu sunset awashes its brilliance,

Upon the sea, waves and beach,

The solitary rock has seen,

The peace and beauty,

Of this strip of land, 

Where cicadas sing and casuarinas whisper,

The music of love and song of hearts,

And footprints in the sand, 

On this beach we call love.

MOOD

23 March,2013.

Sentosa

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

November rain

November rain

In pouring rain

come November

we were playful kids

drenched in muddy fields

little friendly faces

kept us in cheerful company

in season of togetherness

We have grown to smile at life's pose

the graciousness of true love

in pouring late November rains 

we abide passionately

its season of endless memories

MOOD

23 Nov'15.

Gadis Bertelekung

Gadis Bertelekung

Aku terpikat

pada wajah seorang gadis

bertelekung

Mengajak daku

memanjat doa

di ruang restu Illahi

Ia bicara suara jiwa lesu

pada perjalanan resah beribu

episod sunyi sepi hidup ini

Telah kau janji temukan

di senja Bintulu

berkampung rindu

bayu membelai manisnya

sebuah lukisan kesayangan

kan kuabadikan ke akhir hayat

Maka aku nyanyikan lagu hujan

membasahi hati yang tandus cinta

semarak riang keanak-anakan

dan tawa buat seketika

kini kumengerti bibit-bibit

dua insan yang Engkau ilhamkan

asyik menanam budi di laman hati

Ya Allah, jadikanlah satu mimpi

Ia ratu di akhirat nanti.

My White Queen

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)

Adventure in Life

I

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

II

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

IV

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

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