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

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)

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 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

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.

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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