Redeemer

(I am dedicating this poem to all my friends from Malaysia and also from other parts of the word - Advance Merry Christmas from me.)

His was a

warrior’s

shield,
firmament

of unifying

love. Him,

the Christ
the world hails.
our burdens our sins unforgiven by mortals

ordinary He bears them. on the cross He was nailed

by hypocrites of yonder, unknown to them His loving

power. in pain yet He forgave them the ignoramus.

in God,

He trust

His might.
this pure

Son of God
the Saviour

is glorified

again

the day

He was born.

Merry Christmas.

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(Posted elsewhere before)

Life's Ultimate

impinged between love and hatred
I wander alone penetrating the veil
that covers the silent night
in search of an answer for many wonders of life;
darkness is indeed mysterious
it conceals many of darkest secrets
leaving me ponder in search of the hidden treasures
a rare commodity lacking in heart;
enticing snare of immodest angels
garbed in pleasure immeasurable
stand guarding the vile thoughts against divine;
I continue my stroll in the stillness of my thoughts
provoking the ensnaring devilish ropes
I failed many times and I fell different ways
but once I stood strong with strength boundless
and a gush of bliss swept through
opening the petals of sweetness
cuddling me in nature’s embrace
and I heard stories of me being born again and again
in the cradle of human civilization;
aghast I stood still awhile
staring at highest heaven within me,
I realized that am born again once more
not to be born again but die anew
to breath with mother nature, eternally.

(Posted elsewhere before)


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Didgeridoo

by sending air through hollow bark
a trumpeter with a trumpet
works a miracle that hums
and put to sleep the sorrow of many;
with the didgeridoos in hand
surrounded by a circle of dance
the aborigines of the land down under
carves a memory in unwritten
notes of musical wonder.

(Posted elsewhere before)

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Unto Oblivion Goes All…

The shadow of the lion falls dark
Shading the tigers with hope stark.
Both entangled in ruthless war
That sees nothing more than a mere roar.
The lions claim their stand of might
The tigers claim their stand for right.
Trampled in between the war destructive
People with darkest hope without justice.
The dead ones speak loud in silence, eternally
Leaving the unborn praying to avoid the carnage.
None cares, the world heed not the wails
Slow death is certainly on the way.

War it is, nothing but a brutal war marked with blood
But, down deep it tells me a different feeling
The war is nothing, but ethnic cleansing
Sanctioned holy by the world,

Whilst praying for peace.


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This too will pass by...

The somber night
slowly glides in disguise
passing my mind
with a reverential bow,
I realize that this too will pass by...

Beyond the mask of the night
brilliant shine begins to expand
passing my mind
with a reverential bow,
I realize that this too will pass by...


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Man and mind

Ensconced in regal poise
The King revels amidst the garbage
Disillusioned by his grandeur
His crown he allows to pale.

The low the mind stoops to set
The more our dignity bound to vanish
King we are, the claim is always laud
Mean and brutal in selfishness man swims.

A little effort is thrown for charity
And spoken with deafening loud
So to all the ears of the world
The act of charity may fall.

Pious act drabs their moves
Every single word carries recognition
In the name of the Almighty Lord
Man seeks to cover the soiled face.

How long will this last?
Man and mind is one indifferent
In fame and pleasures we wallow
Shedding tears glisten with selfish motives.

Ensconced in regal poise
The King revels amidst the garbage
Disillusioned by his grandeur
His crown he allows to pale.

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