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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ignorance
In the darkness
In search of light
Aimlessly I wandered.
But
A torch in hand
I reluctantly set aside
in sheer ignorance.
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In search of light
Aimlessly I wandered.
But
A torch in hand
I reluctantly set aside
in sheer ignorance.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Woman
Twinkling stars
Unparalleled,
Compared to her.
She, a beauty, who,
Unwrapped me
One by one
Baring my desires
In the fullness of love.
With her I am lost
In time and pleasure.
Everything vanished
Only she stays.
My mind says
She is wonderful,
Yes, she is.
We sailed smoothly
Beyond the veil that prevails
In touch of harmony and love
Lying within the mind
Next to each
I hugged her tight.
Memorable indeed
That night.
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Monday, February 09, 2009
A Dream
a dream
an illusion?
a dream
an illusion of delusion?
a dream
an illusion in delusory delusion?
a dream
an illusion in delusory deluded confusion?
a dream
a confusion deluded in illusion?
a dream
a confusion deluded in illusory delusion?
a dream
a delusion of psychological nature?
a dream
a delusion of psychological nature’s illusory dream?
a dream
a dream in sleep?
a dream
a life in dream?
a dream
a life we dream?
a dream
a dream we live?
(Posted elsewhere before 250107)
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Sunday, February 08, 2009
Memoir
The night unravels in mystery
Boundless darkness penetrates
The earth and stars beyond
Whispering the stories from history.
I am sitting alone by the window
Counting the memories that dons,
The loosening pages of my memoir
Untie the knots from the moments subdued in time.
As I turn the pages of the memoir
The ripples within the pool of my mind
Keep widening and widening, in awe
I am swimming nonchalantly in the past.
The day I almost drown, rushed like a mirage
And, occupied the uppermost thought
In gratitude I thank the Lord
As I hold the memoir close to my heart.
The day I passed my Lower Secondary Examination
Followed by the day my dad presented a Robin Hood bicycle,
In sequence the memory began to dance wild
And, I am happy, I recalled the hidden past of younger days.
Then, the thought of the day I escaped from garrulous bees
In the forest back in Pengkalan Hulu
Send shivers through my back bone
Yes, once again my gratitude to the Greatest
For the second life given - for the second time.
One day, it so happened I climbed a tree to pluck some langsat
It was fated that I step the rotten branch. And, it snapped.
Swiftly, I grasped another branch, and a balancing act ensued.
His bountiful grace spared me another chapter, and I am here now.
Loosening pages of my memoir appeared in random orders,
And, one day when I was 10 my mum gave me RM5.00
To buy some sweets and biscuits that pleases me most
Alas, somehow I lost my purse with only RM5.00 in it
I cried alone, all along the way from town
B’coz, I knew, I won’t get another RM5.00 in the nearest future.
One page loosened from the stack and gently touched the floor
Oh my God!! it was the day I fell from motorbike – first fall,
The bike was not mine. The GP 100 Suzuki belonged dearly to a dear friend.
In hasty rush I borrowed the bike awhile and rammed into a dog -
a black dog. It escaped with minor injuries, but me the rider
with brutal bruises on both elbows and knees. Huh!! Painful.
I offered to repair the bike, my friend refused to accept.
I thank God again for His kindness, b’coz I had no money then.
The 1982 I passed my Middle Secondary Examination
That put me strolling into Higher Secondary. My dad was so excited and
his generosity earned me a watch, SEIKO brand, priceless indeed.
Yes, how could I leave this one out from the list
The day I took my dad’s Vespa Scooter PG1381 for a ride
And, that too without his permission. I banged into a rock. The rock was o.k.
But, the front mudguard was damaged. Once again the Lord showered His Grace.
My friends helped with the repair job, and the Scooter - back to normal.
Last, but not least, this one is still fresh in my mind
Where I once climbed a tree, a tall and big tree – just for fun.
With my Seiko watch on my wrist, and the needle ticking away,
Five desperate hours passed by, my tears were rolling down
Before I could figure my way down.
A little reminder of a life lived sometime back in time
Vivid collections, woven into life to harness the beauty of life itself.
©2009 cyclopseven. All rights reserved 080209.
Boundless darkness penetrates
The earth and stars beyond
Whispering the stories from history.
I am sitting alone by the window
Counting the memories that dons,
The loosening pages of my memoir
Untie the knots from the moments subdued in time.
As I turn the pages of the memoir
The ripples within the pool of my mind
Keep widening and widening, in awe
I am swimming nonchalantly in the past.
The day I almost drown, rushed like a mirage
And, occupied the uppermost thought
In gratitude I thank the Lord
As I hold the memoir close to my heart.
The day I passed my Lower Secondary Examination
Followed by the day my dad presented a Robin Hood bicycle,
In sequence the memory began to dance wild
And, I am happy, I recalled the hidden past of younger days.
Then, the thought of the day I escaped from garrulous bees
In the forest back in Pengkalan Hulu
Send shivers through my back bone
Yes, once again my gratitude to the Greatest
For the second life given - for the second time.
One day, it so happened I climbed a tree to pluck some langsat
It was fated that I step the rotten branch. And, it snapped.
Swiftly, I grasped another branch, and a balancing act ensued.
His bountiful grace spared me another chapter, and I am here now.
Loosening pages of my memoir appeared in random orders,
And, one day when I was 10 my mum gave me RM5.00
To buy some sweets and biscuits that pleases me most
Alas, somehow I lost my purse with only RM5.00 in it
I cried alone, all along the way from town
B’coz, I knew, I won’t get another RM5.00 in the nearest future.
One page loosened from the stack and gently touched the floor
Oh my God!! it was the day I fell from motorbike – first fall,
The bike was not mine. The GP 100 Suzuki belonged dearly to a dear friend.
In hasty rush I borrowed the bike awhile and rammed into a dog -
a black dog. It escaped with minor injuries, but me the rider
with brutal bruises on both elbows and knees. Huh!! Painful.
I offered to repair the bike, my friend refused to accept.
I thank God again for His kindness, b’coz I had no money then.
The 1982 I passed my Middle Secondary Examination
That put me strolling into Higher Secondary. My dad was so excited and
his generosity earned me a watch, SEIKO brand, priceless indeed.
Yes, how could I leave this one out from the list
The day I took my dad’s Vespa Scooter PG1381 for a ride
And, that too without his permission. I banged into a rock. The rock was o.k.
But, the front mudguard was damaged. Once again the Lord showered His Grace.
My friends helped with the repair job, and the Scooter - back to normal.
Last, but not least, this one is still fresh in my mind
Where I once climbed a tree, a tall and big tree – just for fun.
With my Seiko watch on my wrist, and the needle ticking away,
Five desperate hours passed by, my tears were rolling down
Before I could figure my way down.
A little reminder of a life lived sometime back in time
Vivid collections, woven into life to harness the beauty of life itself.
©2009 cyclopseven. All rights reserved 080209.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
The day my shadow disappears...
The day shall arrive
Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.
Though the sun maybe high up
Falling on everything naked
The day shall arrive
Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.
At any time of the day, months or years
My shadow won’t fall anymore
For when that day come
I shall be entombed
Within the grasp of Mother Earth.
(Posted elsewhere before)
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Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.
Though the sun maybe high up
Falling on everything naked
The day shall arrive
Where you won’t see
My shadow falls anywhere.
At any time of the day, months or years
My shadow won’t fall anymore
For when that day come
I shall be entombed
Within the grasp of Mother Earth.
(Posted elsewhere before)
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