Meniliti mati

tiada di canang
bila mati akan menjengah
diseru mengadap 
bagai siluman
terpahat di lauh mahfuz
tiba Izra'il
tepat waktunya
tiada terawal
tiada terlewat
lalu sekilas
disentap
berhenti ombak nafas
kejang degup jantung
padam lampu dunia
....... gelap
....... hening
....... sunyi
terlambat sudah sesalan
berangkat bahagia
lenyap tempat merayu
sini
titik
putus
tamat
perjalanan
keseorangan
.

Southbourne-on-sea

Southbourne, Dorset ...

by the cliff
the restless sea
the howling wind
the faint light sneaking in
tapping the shoulder of the night
so eager to leave
the resting souls
now beginning to stir
from whatever embracing dreams
that beginning to fade
away
as the light grey
so politely
push the parting darkness
into yesterday

How to colour hatred

Morning musing on minuscule matters in life ..

imagine life without colours
but if I were to colour hatred
would it be orange?
lively and bouncy
shall it be yellow?
cheerful and bliss
what about blue?
calm and peaceful
earthy green perhaps?
fresh and promising
mightn't it be pink?
with its love and passion
let say black?
mysterious and prestige
why not white?
so innocence and pure
have I mentioned red?
..

Home for Travellers

Home for travellers

Is home where we were born and shed our first tears?
Or the bountiful land where we toil and sweat to earn our way to life?
Perhaps it is the affectionate sky under which we forge our first friendship ..
    .. or the cold dreary one where we made our first enemy;
Probably it is the bustling street where our loves first flower ..
    .. or the quiet melancholic park where they were ended;
But, after all is said and done
Home, is that forgiving patch of humble earth
     where we finally find peace and quietness ..

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Lies

Beware of a mischievous lie
Its different hues and many skins ..
      It may tasted like the sweetest of honey that comes in a golden spoon;
      or: Sounded like a pious prayer inscribed on a precious stone

Thursday, May 02, 2013

In the belly of this city

In the belly of this city ..
Hurried faces matched by hasty steps hammering the ever-patient pavement;
Moving machines blaring boorishly buzzing like busy bees braving the summer heat,
crawling impatiently,
petulant and angry;
Isn't it a mystery?
Those minds behind these bustling bedlams
in the belly of this city ..

Friday, May 03, 2013

One Nation

Smash those blinkers
There are bigger pictures to see
Try to look at the wood rather than the trees
Bleach those colours off your skins
One nation is one not three

Saturday, May 04, 2013

For all the difference races that have built Malaysia as a nation

On the road ..

On the road to montreuil sur mer

Like a fast rolling film
changing from one frame to the next
a vista of the world in motion
playing out on a glass window
from inside a moving car
pleasurable sketches to these tired eyes
of lands that I have never walked on
yet happy to pluck those images
and pickle them in my memory jar
cheering this soul from the humdrum
of peregrination


First to catch my sight ..
the sculptured trunks of cherry trees
in their half-dress of young spring leaves
half shedding the stubborn pink petals of yesterday blossoms
some still dancing playfully with the wind
some ended scattered on the grass
like confetti after a happy wedding

While on the ground ..
garnishing the green grasses
sprouting wildly here and there
in bunch or hermits in their own spaces
yellow dandelions and white daisies
such tiny beauties
such welcoming sight
to the place unfamiliar to me
but inviting all the same

And yonder ..
the vast continuous plain
of pastoral landscape
of endless fields
of changeable colours

Standing to attention ..
cohorts of rapeseeds
of thousand stalks
with yellow blooms

Against the blue skyline ..
carpets of furrowed fresh dark earth
turned upside down by a lone tractor
crawling sluggishly as if time is insignificant
under a charitable sun
and equally generous sky

France Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Empty benches

Empty benches
Reluctant Sun half-hiding
behind unfriendly cottons of gray
On the ground, daisies
dotted the empty spaces
between seasoned chesnut trees
whites amongst greens
Once in a while a cold gust
swept in unannounced
brushing against diaphanous leaves
sent out a rustling sound
a soft sussuration
of an intimate conversations
between old companions

Saturday, May 11, 2013

May 13

Today at the door, a messenger
An annual visitor
A day in every year
13 May, is the reminder
1969 is the year
That black spot etched forever
If forgotten, will invite danger
Stop listening to rumours
Throw out those warmongers
Silence the racist tormentors
they're hungry for power
We, the people, let keep this house forever summer
We, together, decide our future
join hands together
Never surrender
this nationhood to those trouble-makers

Monday, May 13, 2013

The racial riot of 1969 (Malaysia) 

Oxymoron

Oxymoron

grab hold of the invisible air
dance to the melody of silence
drink in the colours of darkness
let the seductive joy of sorrow leads you
to the scattered living fragments of death ..

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Mencari Ilham

ilham dijemput, tapi hampa
dicari di lubuk benak
mahu dipaksa rasa
tapi cuak
kerna tak berdaya dikerah
hadir tidak dipaksa umpama alirnya darah
di silang-siur nadi
tetapi
kekadang seperti embun pagi
bila jiwa sedang menyepi
tanpa disedari
seakan kurnia, dihulur hati
mengesot lembut sebutir inspirasi

Monday, April 07, 2014

If I were to die tomorrow ..

If I were to die tomorrow ..
would I let go
or simply ignore
a brief baby breath of happiness
a tiny tender glow of kindness
a blissful blip of joyfulness
a swift gift of giving
a bright burning burst of understanding
a moment, of mirthful embrace
and a minute of magnanimous with grace

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Dusk

O dusk -
the dim diminishing twilight of the day
dismissed by the darkening sky
.. swallowed slowly
and slithered, into the sinkhole of history

Saturday April 12 2014

Teringat Ijam

April di awal pagi
di tegur tarikh
dua puluh satu
deras bayu ingatan
menghambat ranting hati
mengegar segar wajah
yang lama sudah
berlalu pergi
nostalgia bagai madu manis
tapi perih ditelan
walau jerih masa mengikis
monumen memoir ini
setia ia kembali
mendakap diri membisik kenangan
terima kasih memori ..
ku hadiah Al-Fatihah yang suci

Familiar face

One april early morning
on the twenty first day
at the window pane of my mind
etched against its opaque surface
an outline of a familiar face
I can make out the faint smile
sweet and sharp
stabbing at my forgetting heart
those eyes
brotherly
begging me to remember
for the past becomes present
the pain of loss painted
on a canvass of longing
for a return that will never happen
yet ..
in that dream-like moment
a gentle gust of happiness
soothe the agony of passing
and that face
now melting away
into the shadow of memories
with it the smile
and a soft whisper
see you again brother

Monday April 21 2014

In Remembrance of my Late Brother Saiful Nizam Usulludin

Sunday in May

dozing midday
as if wrapped around by
slumbering silence of still air
no hushed chitter-chatter
from unfluttering young leaves
the floating pollens in a drowsy heat
swimming in a yellow bright ray
on a tired walkway
two little girls
hand-in-hand
skipping happily
no worry in the world
faces of innocence
as fresh as spring

Sunday May 04 2014