Humanity is, but I don’t belong to any….

I do not belong to rituals

Nor am I belong to any religion

I do not belong to any

If I do, I will betray many.

A path I choose to take me along this life

Yet I know I do not belong to the path choosen
And the path is not mine either

For that is just for me to travel all along

Towards the goal that lies far ahead.

I follow certain traditions not blindly but cautiously

Because my awareness tells me of narrowness which ensue,

By blind following of a tradition with least understanding

I fear I will be caged in this confusion forever.

II

Humanity spans far unto this universe

Not just man, animals too have humanness

I know we have failed many times, yet we disagree

In the name of race and religion we kill many.

The God in the throne somewhere in the highest heaven

And the God omnipresent, yet not in the creation

Together with the God, present in the creation

Are all but our conception of imagination.

We run wild with defensive sickness

I am on the right, mine is the only way

We cry, we lament and we spat at each other

End of the day, we pray to please the silent God.

In happiness we go to sleep thinking the divine is pleased

Leaving our other brethrens suffer in painful isolation

We dream of a future palace in an unseen heaven

With colorful bubbles and angels beautiful.

The heaven within, a hell we make with negativities

We follow the tides which come asailing us

Fighting narrowness without knowledge proper

We can hardly win the tidal waves that comes hither.

 

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Discord

                                 The inclement weather
                                       Cast a gloomy net
                                               Over nature, thus over me too.
               Rupturing the sanctity of my being
                   With assailing rust accumulated over the years
                      The emotional turbulence smiles
                            I know I am riddance of that smile.
The misty sight of the mystery
I ponder as my legs wander
Why the pain, my lord?
            Life gives a lot
                                  unexpectedly
           Too much  
                                 to consume
           Too much
                                 to bear too.
                                                             An insignia I wear within
                                                             Hiding from fearless fear
                                                            The pain, the pain, the pain, I moan.
            Is this all that I wonder
                  With hands clasped in prayer
                               Glued to my heart in symbolic language.
I smile, staring starkly at the gloomy clouds
Whither go you? I asked in silent discordance
The clouds gathered the answer in rainy showers.


I am crying alone.




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Identity

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Elusive she

Graceful indeed the way she soothes me

I sway by the gentleness of her touch

The way she brushes, the way she kisses

Night and day, in admiration her softness I feel.

I wish she is mine forever in this realm

Alas! How selfish I can be to expect so to be

She is the heir of her life, forever she is

How can I be so mean to expect her be mine.

Her swift gaze, a panacea for heated emotions

Her gentle blow, music for nature to dance

Her beauty I cared not very much

Her elusiveness renders me forever blind.

Her reflection I seek in the puddle of water

Hoping to conquer her elusiveness,

The water shy away closing her face

And my love is forever invisible.

I wish she is mine but, that is not to be so

Her name is known as Wind

Without her, my life is nothing

I surrender to her will, Que Sera Sera.

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If cemetery, a library.

If cemetery a library
I know I have tonnes of books
To flip through pages of lives
Searching for story that suits mine.
Each tomb I place my gaze on

Is a book written in time

Encasing many sagas of sweet and bitter

On worn out pages and new as well.

A final chapter concludes

When each bid farewell

To everyone around and with a final dot
The epistle ends with solemn gratitude.

Nobody halt the journey unfinished
Where one ought to stop, there he stops,
Succintly Mother Nature fixes the finishing
Be it a sorrow filled, or happy one.

Each tomb, I place my gaze on

Is a book written in time

They left indelible vibrations in the ether

For others to breathe in stories beyond the tomb
To charter a new chapter for a new book
Every tomb speaks in silence.

Each book here is a precious print

For the divine in each marks the words therein

Each carries a story different

As their life they live, they  see what they perceived.

It is not a zeitgeist of our existence

To refute the strangeness of Mother Nature

Because when she decides to write

In beauty and mystical mystery she writes

And these books too

She writes, beautifully.

If cemetery a library

Each tomb, I place my gaze on

Is a book written in time.

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Old Town – Pengkalan Hulu

Poignant memories

Of a life painted on the walls

Of an old small town,

Like waves assailing me non-stop

From all corners of my memories.

Pleasant ones stay with smile

The unpleasant ones float with tears

Blown by winds of past

The rustic charm of both worlds

Together build a hut in my heart.

The days swallowed by time

Irreversible indeed by no means,

The plausible beauty of mind

Brings back the olden touch

With the scent of the land.

Memories like pages of book

I flipped one by one

And stop longer on this one

To refresh my heart and mind

The images of this old town.

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