Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Stop please!!

The wind is blowing cold
Touching me till the core,
My existence speaks of an eternity
That lies beyond my vision and hope.
The days are testing me tough, really tough
I attest this to my own experience, now
Yet despite my pain, the world goes around
I am stuck in my own rotation.

It stops or not
I know not,
But, I wish if it stops,
Not later but now
Not anywhere but here.

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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Que Sera, Sera

Ferocious nights
Wanders sleepless,
Disturbed madly
I am fighting to see light.
Though bright the day appears
Darkening clouds still looms
Hanging over with fear
With uncertain anticipation.

I know, life is simply
Whatever will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera,
But in the power almighty
My hope I still sow.

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Friday, November 21, 2008


Belligerent rattles
Summoning my mind
With thoughts, paralyzing.
I mustered
Every bit of strength I have
Confronting, the agitation.

Ubiquitous indeed
Upheavals in life,
Even in dream
It bleeds red.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008


I thank Eric Valentine for his permission to use this picture.

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Misty Life

The mist whisks away
Everything that stays,
Embraced in its coldness
Life too enters dampness.
Lights across the street
Appears dim covered by the mist
Likewise, muddled happiness
Whine only in pain and sorrow.
Misty life camouflaged the surface
Leaving the bottom in fiery rage,
What seemingly to be white and pure
Is nothing more than fleeting mist.
Transitory wishes and desires
Mar the flow of our lives,

Within too short time to live
Must desires be the breath of existence?

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

In death, I still breath

In death I shall live
To see the path lay bare
Sprinkled with dried leaves
And plants around
To mark my oneness
With skies, beasts and man.

For I seep through earth
To mingle with her.
And through the roots
I climb to the tip of each leaves
To kiss the air around.
And I shall go on living
In all forms that exists
For now and forever.

I am eternal.

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Monday, November 10, 2008

Restless Night

There in the dark while others sleep
There burns a single light,
Like many, numerous times before
It is another restless night
There's many people who've borne this
Their thoughts they have run wild,
Just like a ride in some fun park,
That they rode when as a child.
The writer sits there, pen in hand
Thoughts, feelings, captured, - found
There in the dark, while others sleep
Words, paper, - but no sound.
The words this time don't say too much,
But the restless night goes on.
There is no sleep there to be had,
Soon the dawn will gaze upon.
These are the wanderings of the night,
There are whispers of a breeze,
There's the rustle of the leaves outside
Gentle wind moves o'er the trees.
The sun doth rise on misty morn
And a new day has begun,
No more the dark and restless night,
Nor the single light for one.

by Eric Valentine May 03/94 ©

(This poem is posted on this site with permission from the Author - Eric Valentine)

Sunday, November 09, 2008


Dismal thoughts
Slide me into an abyss
Another tryst, I have in hand.

Fighting the thoughts
Carries the weight
That saps my being
Away from peace and bliss.
Though devoid of many things
In pain I still owe YOU
An existence,
Which I shall never repay.

Am I the thoughts?
That glides by swiftly
From second to second
Am I am the witness?
That sees the thoughts
Passing through
Like the salty waves.

As thoughts when I am part of it
I exist melancholically,
When I withdraw and enter stillness
Nothing but me remains.

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I stride fast
Leaving behind the world
Entire world.
My rush murders me
Incessantly I am dead
Within and within
I am buried.

Day to day
Life opens up
Layer by layer.
And fill up
Again and again.
Layer by layer.
Killing every hope.

But, the first ray of sun
At every single morning
Tells of a hope in waiting,
Only thing
When it will arrive?

I am waiting
Hoping the hope materializes.

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Saturday, November 08, 2008


I peel the curtain of hope
To allow a little light
Traverse through the tiny hole
Of a life that formed like gorges.
The poverty renders them hopeless
Hiding behind their own sweat
The poor people of illiterate ignorance
Shed their tears in endless sweat.
I feel, I see, I think, I do believe
Illiteracy is not a tyrant that denies
The opportunities from them
But, in truest sense we are, yes we are.
Greedy bellies that fills non-stop
And, mind that accommodate desires
The causes of imbalance wealth
Stubbornly accumulated to benefit a few.
Pain, I see pain in their faces
As they grieve with thatched clothing
Under the leaking roofs
That shies away from the sky.
With empty pots yearning for food to cook
They fight the sun to remain straight
So, they many bring back a few morsels
To cook happiness for the day.

I peel the curtain of hope
To allow a little light
Traverse through the tiny hole
Of a life that formed like gorges.

Poverty is cruel,
But, lesser to mankind.

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Unconsumed Romance

Partially obscured in the darkness
Her body glowed a stupendous shine
and with sweet smell,
It was not a subterfuge of a deluded mind
But, an experience in care beyond the mind.

She came caressing the floor
With open hands I ushered her slow
Tinkle of bracelets sang to the depth of silence
I was happy beyond the bounds of reverie.

As I began to sing the tune in physical motions
She wriggled with sighs and moans of pleasure
Together we hugged each other in momentary oneness
Before I melt into ultimate oneness,
time curtailed the game.

The dream shattered
And I was awakened.
How cruel the play of time is
Nothing lasts under its gaze.

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Unravel along the travel

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Saturday, November 01, 2008

Teluk Batik Beach

One of the famous beaches in Malaysia - Teluk Batik Beach. Hope you enjoy the pictures.