Sunday, October 30, 2011

Friends OR Foes

Come in many shapes, forms, sizes, culture and personalities, etc.
As we called another human being friends
Other human beings calling me "friends";
We love them as friends "friends, etc."
We love them more than tht "lovers, bff, etc."
As they would love me in the same way in the end.

The definition of friends are just like parents giving names to their children
For each has their own personalities, characteristics and behaviours
Different interests, likes and dislikes, yet all are family;
For all comes with different expectations for them
That brings to them all fear and tears
That stem from all the bias and prejudice.

FOES ....
The only definition is when they are not friends but enemies
Regardless how much hurt or pain caused
Or how nice they once used to be;
The damage has been done, that is!
Just one simple clause
"Friends not, excluding strangers to meet and see"

Humans are so divided than united
Has so much to generalized yet complicated categorization
Wanted simplicity, yet complexities arise.

Ethics and morals, caught between wrong and right
Has so much to expected and yet unattainable
Wanted so much, but give too little in return.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Heaven and Hell

I would have known Heaven on Earth
Smitten and bounded by sweetness and kindness of words
For the struggles and hardship's worth;
The smiles upon the faces
The laughter which embraces
The gentle glances that graced;
I need not die to see Heaven at the doorstep every morning
To feel happiness as angels came a-greeting
Smiling, singing, joyfully accompanying.

For the things that I would have missed
If I could have trade my life in
I would have even trade Heaven for Hell, to have it all again on Earth;
The living being whom left behind
Living in peril, and struggling with life's within
Where all gone, except tears crying;
For the love of it all
I carry them with me as from Heaven I fall
From the memories, I burnt them into Hell's wall and door;
I will make Hell into my Heaven
For the sake of all that I have been blessedly given
For it no longer matters where I am for the moment.

Let it be Heaven and Hell
So swell I will be able to tell
For I have the best memories to dwell;
Good or bad
Happy or glad
Treasures or craps;
They all fill me up like pieces of jigsaw puzzles
Wrapped me up like a baby in a cradle
I will sleep with a smile forever.

Do I trade Heaven for Hell for you?
Tell me, what would you want to
Would you do the same, as you would ask me to do;
Would you see Heaven and Hell as beautiful as it is?
Or one is far more and less worthy?
What have you got to give in for eternity of serendipity?
I would show you a Heaven in Hell
I will tell you there is Hell in Heaven
Would you take the first step and trade now?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Happy Anniversary

"Happy Anniversary"

Has it been this long, or has it been too short to realize
Have I thought we belong, or I have left it to fate's surprise,
But time has came and now has gone, now this present
All has been done, and songs sung, now sharing this sentiment,
If I didn't know it was you then, I still won't know today
If I have known then again, I still couldn't anticipate anyway,
But love and loving life, and love life, one way or another
It is good to reflect back, that till now we are still together.

Note: A tribute to everyone who is celebrating their Anniversaries, and it isn't the time that has lapsed, it is just the present that is the most meaningful to remember yesterday once more.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Sad, too Sad

In the mind, there is an image of an imperfect angel
A figure whom once gathered awe and admiration
For once wise to advise and inspiring
Yet as time goes, when the world falls upon the shoulder
Like a falling angel, steadfast on the earthly soil
Contaminated with the earthly virtues
An imperfect angel indeed, deformed and grotesque
Sad, too sad.

In the heart, kept all the goodness of an angel
Remembered all the kindness that once rendered
The warmth that has radiant so freely and willingly
The gestures of love, that is as genuine as it will be
Alas, a fallen angel indeed, rooted and nurtured with the earthly nature
Imperfection is just another comparison to earthlings
Sad, too sad.

Though in the path of righteous, the angel still walked
Sinking into the sincerity, that perhaps only seem sincere
But the reflection of truth may only be too far away
The contradiction cannot be denied
Nor by one, but by many who have beared witness
An imperfect angel, now a fallen angel
Sad, too sad.

~ A smile is forced upon the face
Reclining smile that hopes remain but not for too long
The reasons for the fallen angel, not truly known
But should action speaks louder than word, then it couldn't go too wrong
Sad, too sad still.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Sigh at the Signs

Slowly, walking down the path
Anticipating in the wrath
As the truth eventually unwrap;
Piece by piece, the evidence revealed
Not at all amused nor appeal
Thank goodness, the truth didn't kill;
Least not kill the spirit
Just removed the merits
THAT IS WHAT IT IS, the truth befits.

Slowly, layer by layer peeled
The truth is seen
How fuggly and tragic, it is;
Life has never failed to drop a surprise
Without any effort, nor even an attempt to try
But tears are no more to cry, just heaved a sigh;
Not surprised, yet it is disheartening
Nature has taken its course, so tragically
The end is coming, how according, cos it is a cry of help, failing.

Could one curse and damn the one to hell of no return
But on the contrary, a moment of silent
In prayers recite
The eyes from the heaven
The sickle that slayed earth haven
Will carry out its justice
With a clench of fist
Once and for all

Sigh, at the signs of things coming
How saddening.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Memories that we remembered fondly, are often painful
More often than we will be haunted by happy moments
That is the irony of memories
Our life stories.

So often that we want to run away, because it is painful
We want to hide away, under the blanket
In a far away land where we are strangers once again
That is the sad part of it
Leaving behind it all.

We don't know what good will come out of it
But we want to escape and jump right back into normalcy
Hopefully this is a nightmare which we can awake from
Wishing away each day and night.

Memories, what can we really make out of it
Twisted and painful, ugly and haunting
The scars not seen but it is felt
The effect more lasting than we want to admit.

We close our eyes and wish them away
Yet they are with us everyday
Sometimes we don't remember
Ironically, it is never gone ever.

Then one day, we look back and we managed a smile
We look out into the yonder, as we want to remember
Those times, those memories, yes painful as they can be
Yes, the scars, the cuts, the pricks, every single detail
Vivid as it was only yesterday
Admitting right now, as we remembered it clearly again
Because of the pain that gave us courage
That made us create a new page.

Memories are the most effective tool
That sharpens ourselves towards our goals
Let's not lament, ever so
Let's move on, and go
Let it be the fuel of our determination
Let the memories be the soul of our new destination
For memories are not as painful as it seems
For the rewards we have yet to redeem
Memories, they are indeed
Painful or however they want to be
Let us not fall victim to circumstances
Let us use these as our tools of tomorrow's success.

Thursday, July 7, 2011


Let there be prejudice
Let them ruin the peace
Least do know, there will be justice
In heaven and on earth.

Let one be slitted n slapped
Let them reign with mishap
Least do know, short lived is those days
When justice will come the rightful ways.

Let one hold the thoughts
Behold the words at the tip of the tongue
Let the truth be written and declared due wrong
For justice will come out victor and strong.

There will be no need to pleads
As one will silently retreats
There will be no vengeful threats
But trust, there is going to be justice.

What has been done, it will remain done
The rightful stay, and need not run
The wrongful, run or face the gun
For justice is rising like the glorious sun.

Wipe those tears and braved the heart
Swallow the pride, but it did not part
Where one is fallen, there it shall start
For justice is swift like brushes of art.

Depart and go one's own way
Don't stand in the path, and don't even stray
Just uphold the truth with a lil prayer
If not today, justice will appear some other days.

What doesn't kill will make one strong
It doesn't mock, to admit one's wrong
Let's not dread for what is gone
Justice is going to take victory home.


Friday, July 1, 2011


Memories .....
Are merely stories embedded in the head
Black and white movies that played every now and then
Merely that, and nothing more
Another sad story that bring tears
Another comedy that bring laughter
Another tragedy that constantly remind
Memories, that is what it is.

Memories .....
Are experiences that are carried in the head
The feelings that are in the blood
That is all it should be
Not a barricade nor a sanctuary
Just another hurdle to jump across
To leave behind cos that is best
That baggage is not worth hurling over the shoulders
The burden is not precious around the neck
Memories, nothing more than thin air.

Thank you, Memories
Farewell, Memories
See you when our destiny cross path.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Transition Continues ... Sadly?

It seems sad to go through each day in life .. feeling sad and melancholy
Seems wrong to have a day in life not being happy
Indeed it is purely a choice ... a decision to be made
For there is so much more at stake
Unfortunately, the world does not revolve on a single soul
How others affect and influence each other, even for such is a fool
And sadly, is the fool who tried the best to uphold
Believing that there is goodness and kindness that lurks, through the peep hole
But fooled is short term, for soon, will cry out loud .... foul.

It seems fiercely true now, how disappointing this life can be
Through the eyes to see, and to feel, everything that is as it is
The whole bigger picture has little comfort, but to lie through the teeth
May the one who does "wonders" be falling into their own pit
Lion's dens, snake bites, tiger's claws to bits and pieces
Harrowing cries and wailing pain .... is all so ugly wishes
Apologies not worthy, won't take it, so be it.

Transition continues ..... sadly ... yes for some, it is full of disappointment
The eyes could be blind, the soul could be cold, but the sentiment
Turning each page, reading through the lines, the stories underlined
With each stroke, erased, till it is pure white of blinding light
How sad indeed, when happiness that is so short-lived
Can it be sad anymore .... as faith continues to believe
The worst is not yet to come, and the best is yet to be achieved.

Transition continues ... sadly indeed for now, it seems
It will be redeemed, for what it is meant to be eventually
Bygones are not really gone, but locked and forgotten it is to be
Memories that never vanished are just drifting in an open sea
That is ..... transition continues .... sadly?
Maybe for now, but forever, it is never gonna be, fortunately.

Beckon tomorrow with a torch held up high
Light the path way, with that last drop of light
Brave through the dimmed darkness with the last breath of life
Transition continues. ...... sadly ...... nay.

Friday, June 24, 2011


It is truly amazing how people has the tendency to be discreet
To be able to fib between the teeth
To live a double life of pretense
In order to be socially accepted
To quote philosophically about life
With a hidden macro smile.

It is truly amazing how people never allow their true-self out
But display their acting talent, like an Oscar winning performer
Applaud and standing ovation is not even sufficient
To praise them for their undistinguishable act
Tip the hat, and bow in awe and respect
Done without much effort.

How amazing and honored to have met such talent
To be taught such amazing and enduring lessons
How it test knowledge, wisdom, patience and virtues
What amazing blessings to have met such amazing creatures
Such are things not taught in school of life
Least your educators are AMAZING.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


when i was just a lil kid
I remembered asking mummy why
she never answered and just smiled
now I know why
cos there was no answer.

now that I am all grown
I still asked many a times why
and I found myself dumbfound
cos there was no answer justifiable.

despite the holocust of it all
I still have many why's
yet to be answered
but there must be answers somewhere.....

I went on a journey to Why-land
I plucked leaves off every tree
every leaf has its answers
then I found a dried leaf on the ground
picked it up and alas, there I found

"every answer manifest from the why we have
we have the why from the answers we cannot digest
until the day when it is no longer a concern
as the pettiness fade and became an habitat of nature
the answers appear like miracles
needless to be asked at all"

Monday, June 20, 2011

Forgive me ~ NOT

As you are talking, am not just listening
Am also thinking (if there could ever be so wrong)
Am analysis (that is cos I am not dead)
But if that is ever so wrong
Will it be more wrongful if one is not listening to begin with....

As you are lamenting, I was listening
Thinking, wondering and problem solving
How to offer my help in the shortest time
Without asking you wait and hold on
Or brushing you aside with false hope
Maybe it is all wrong to begin with .....

Please come and have a sit on my couch
Lay down and make yourself comfortable
The consultation is free of charge
My time is all yours
I am a ready punching sucker bag for you
But are you talking heartfelt-ly or just granted-ly.

If I could record the conversations for future reference
It will be like karma coming around to haunt you
Like watching a movie repeatedly in your mind
The feeling of dejavu is overflowing.

If you are talking, and I am more than listening
Forgive me, I forget to turn on my deaf ear
If you are talking, and I gave you my opinions
Forgive me, I forget to act like your obedient best friend
If you are talking, and I am been sarcastic
Forgive me, for I am just being my true self
If you are talking and I am showing that I care
Forgive me, I forgot that it is not required of me.

p/s: As I was talking, are you listening
Did you think about my feelings
Were you considering my thoughts
The effort I took to talk in the first place
To try to set things right back into perspective.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


Never would I look back at the turn of events
Cried over spilled milk, and wished it never
Lament endlessly, and having regrets
For any decisions made or made for me
Although I never asked for it
Yet it had happened.

Picking up the bags
Walking down the familiar paths
Baggage of crushed hope and wrath
Yet there is always a reason to celebrate
Because am sowing again the seeds
Along the way, where my tears will feed
And upon a trunk, my feet will trip
Oh ... a gold coin I see.

Just when all seems so well
Misfortune came, which time didn't tell
It is time to fall, and I fell...
It is time to cry, and I wept
Seeking daylight from the cracks
Sweeping dust off the racks
But far is from the hands of death.

Never fell beyond
Never shall be taunted
Although almost felt all is gone
When no longer can be strong
I was proven so wrong.

Least when expected, surprises spring indeed
Behind the storms, came the silver lining
All was meant to be .. just a matter of timing
No need perfect, just accordingly
It shall be, and it will be, surely
No argument, no debating
Greatness comes after a defeat
Coming from behind to Win.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Excuses or Reasons or Logic

We wake up in the morning, thinking
What to wear to work?
Which route to take?
What to eat?
What to do each day?

We have each day, questions to answers
Decisions to make
Things to do
But sometimes, ain't we alone .. it is a compromise.

Each time, we wait to reap rewards of our effort
Sometimes, nothing comes quickly or easily
At times, nothing at all
More excuses or reasons or logic.

Excuses are finding reasons
Reasons are being logic
Logic is defining excuses, to be reasons that are logic
A vicious mental cycle of dilemanism.

Some 101 lame excuses
Are plucking reasons from the sky
Without consideration logic
Some 101 pathetic reasons
Are twisted lies
Of make up stories of pathological liars
The so-called 101 logic
It is purely diplomacy
And of good nature.

Let it be excuses or reasons or logic
Where is the honesty in it all?
Will it be?

Friday, June 10, 2011


The noises of the world seems so much more louder
They hurt the head, crushing the skull, it is gonna crack apart
Everything seems so bigger than life;
Questions are rushing to the finishing line, scurried
It feels every step is falling in between cracks of the earth
Today, it seems life is too much to live.

Seated in a crowd of strangers, sights seems bewildering
Shifting in the chair, the world around spinning
It is a mad and crazy world out there;
Friends gathered, having a tete-a-tete-ing
Bombarding questions, and answers are a-coming
But the issues are going nowhere.

Clouded judgement in a sea of advices
Mazes of labyrinth in a world of twisted dilemma
Still back in square one;
Moving away into the solitary of the night under the moonlights
Under heaven's skies and karma
In solitary, hearing the sound of the soul, mind and heart as one.

The discomfort slowly disappear
Peace sinks in
Finally relieved;
Still there will remain fear
As it has begin
But have faith and believe.

Puzzles and queries all in the mind
Bits and pieces are on the table
Piece by piece, put together;
See the sun, see the sign
See the light, is not a fable
In Solitary, a perfect picture altogether.

It is not abstinancy
Just a little lack of perfect understanding
Just a little skewed perception;
It is not just a living ideology
But it is nature of heaven's gifting
That will always remain at all juncture.

It will all become clearer @ solitary
Never a regret, never sorry
Just as perfect, as it will ever be
Never as vivid as in solitary.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Rhythm of da Falling Rain

The rhythm of da falling rain
Pitter Pattering
Raindrops trickling down the window plain
My heart start to sing ....

Rain o rain, why have you came today
When you have been missing always
Rain o rain, where have you been lately
I have been longing ... for you since.

The rhythm of da falling rain
Washing away my pain
Like rivers water flowing
My heart is happy that you came ....

Rain o rain, where have you gone
The sun is high and brought me drought
Rain o rain, will you stay a lilttle while more
I am happy as been before.

Rhythm of da falling rain
My feet go tip tapping
Notes are falling from the sky
Like rain drops from heaven's eyes
Turn my heart away
Swing as it is the best day
Listening to the rhythm of da falling rain
Like angels singing into my heart and soul.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Such as good fortunes come flowing
Rejoice in the moment of goodness
The blessings that are granted
Wishes that are fulfilled
For behold ....
The tide will go against
Will change
Just as when all is good and blest
Will come tumbling down and crash.

When the last grain sand of the Hour Glass hits the bottom
Will there be heaves of heavy sighs
Laments of hardships
As the harvest gathered depleted
The struggle seems endless to fulfill
The luxury that slowly disappeared
Adversaries gradually take over
From rags to riches
And from riches to vagabonds.

Letting go as ...
Tears will flow, don't hold back
Pain seeps through, praying for ease
A hat of comfort
Now a wreath of thorns, bear with it
Compliments and praises
Became cruel appraisals, acknowledge with a smile.

Taking a step forward
Realizing the truth
Reality is harsher than made known
Until the fire burns the skin, there is no pain
Till the knife slashed the heart, there is no scar
When it all happen, don't wish that they didn't
Instead, pray that they did!
For life won't grow without them coming right into your face
Flow with it!

Sadden by circumstances
Wearied by effort to change
Drained by negativism
Yet moving forward is inevitable
That as each day comes, live it
At each barricade, endure it
Forge forward
Never stop
Should the tide be strong
Set up the sail and adrift
For what surprises the wind might bring
To a new adventure, ahead

Till the moment comes knocking on the door
Live the life as it is today
Be prepared in the heart for the worse to come
Yet be known that preparation never served well
A warning is never there to head
Strange that the wrath of life comes, in lightning speed
Like a whirlwind, picks up anything in its path, destroy
Take shelter, and wake up to the bits and pieces
Rebuild, and start fresh, anew
New faith, new hope, new destiny
New direction as it FLOWs.

The pasture may not be greener
Yet it can't be any worse than before
Put in the effort, than to remain stagnant
Least not be stubborn and abstinent
Forward is the way
Flow away.

Takers of News

It is such wonders of remarks that come from the lips of others
Cynical, Sarcastic, Ironic, and yet have no self-reflection
The spite that is so spit on the face, is even clueless to the matter of fact
...... and the one who sat across with legs cross, sitting back, pressed lips of a smile, emotionless, and with little effort, nodded with acknowledgment.

It is such ignorance of bearers of news
Such inconsideration and high level of hypocrisy
Such demonstration of stone cold heart
An illustration of the inhumanity that could exist
..... and the warmth that radiant is just a disguise, a concoction of playwright actions and regardless of status quo, is just another portrayal of an existing lifeform.

The fireworks that lighted the skies, the drum rolls before the curtains drawn
The commotion before the play begins, the assumptions prior to all exhibited proof
The lifeless form, the latent actions of the takers of news
....... amused, laid back, a prick to the heart, a slash to the wrist, a missing heart beat, a sigh heaved and eventually, lifted a glass and toasted "Cheers".

For dear Lords, for dear Saints, for dear God
For dear all ye followers, so lifted your spirits, so acclaimed with renew faith
How saintly and godly are all you bearers of news
....... rejoicing in such thriumphant sound of trumpets and horns, of singing of praises, and braggings of good fortunes that fallen from heaven, that the ego is so swollen, that the pride supercedes humanity and fellowship.

Takers of news, brushed aside, ignored
Till the silent of dead night, realized
The ghostly fugitive lies awake under the graze of the moonlight
Flicker its sickle, gnashed at the happy celebration
....... asked then, for how long shall the happiness continues, for the soul to be contented, for the mind to be contaminated, for the body to be so vile, thus forgot to partake in offering to the one whom so forgotten for their prayers and well being wishes.

Yet miraculously, one shall said thou sit at the corner and not come forth
Your ghostly face, decor with lifeless expression, commanded chill
So silent, so quiet, so forgotten
....... is it not much simple to offer a hand to invite, then to ask a question of nonsense, as it is as simple to forget than to remember.

Bearers of good news, have thus spite the givers
Have thus forgotten the helpers
Bearers of bad news, have so often remembered the kind
But have forgotten the pain
The takers of news, good and bad, and all as they come
Take them all, bear them all, serve them all
With kindred spirit, humbled humility and forgivance.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011


Briio oo
Shuno e infenio
Hilo helo

Shuno fim eheartio
Cuemo e hal
Druno mui pelain

It en mui eheartio

Monday, June 6, 2011

Past, Present and Future

The evolutions of our life comes in the same cycles
The past, the present and the future
Where one is taught to learn from the past
To live the present
And be prepared for the future.

Some believe that it is the cycle of reincarnation
A soul returning from the past
To live the present
Building the future goals
These are the unfinished life time.

Dejavu is like a dream
Realizing the possibility of redemption
Knowing so much can be done right now
Creating a future that is far different from before.

"My callings are as such...
Dejavu at every junction
Taking the pain, replacing with happiness
Carrying the burden to the end of the road
It is sometimes a dirty job, but someone gotta do it
Is it a punishment, or is it a goal am achieving for myself at the end
I won't know, till life comes to an end
I look down from somewhere and realize
My past
The present
Now this is my future ... another calling ... another dejavu?"

Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Right in the middle of nowhere, and nothing
All your actions halt to a stop, feeling uneasy
You ponder for a moment
Overwhelmed by the sentiments
The heart missed a beat, stopped to beat
For this moment, a brief defeat
Tears flowing within

Tormenting the heart inside
Eating up the soul, nowhere to hide
And just out of the blue, it hits
Running but there is no sheds
So, the tears kept coming silently.

Emotions swelling up, can't really understand
They come and they go, without a plan
The moments of happiness reflecting like silent films
And the world suddenly growing dim
For that brief moment, surrendering
To the tears that are pouring
Inside, silently
Crying, endlessly.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Here It Goes ... again

Here it goes again .....
Packing up the bags
Picking up the pieces
Swallowing all the pride
Gluttoning all the spices
And finally .... back on the road again.

There it goes again .....
Lil monster chomping down the soul
Devouring the heart
Corrupting the pureness
Draining all the energy
And finally .... slumped back onto the chair.

Yes, there is goes again .....
Just got off the plane and onto the bus
From the bus, to the train
Riding down the tracks, continuing the journey
Vast yonders, plenty of plains, streaming rivers and rocky mountains
Beaten path, paved tar road, bumpy potholes and traffic infested cities
Crowded and loud, smelly and filthy
And yet, it is where am heading still.

Another transition in life ...........

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

HIstories Repeat Themselves

The feeling of Dejavu, is actually histories repeat themselves
So often, so assured, it will never happened
Nonetheless, at the end, it did, how amusing, how painful
The only consolation was it wasn't as bad as it used to be
As little improvement as there it, there is
After all, we are just never perfect, is it?

Long before the journey began, there was a time of reflections
The past, the mistakes, the hopes, the inspiration, the aspirations
Then the journey started, the sparks, the chemistry, the fireworks
Love, lust, infactuation, the flings and the flirts
What do you really call the feelings that spur at the moment
Growing in such great momentum
Yet for a moment, the steps halted, making a choice
The crossroads.

The plans, the goals, the ultimate of not making the same mistakes
Somehow only seem doomed eventually, as all partake
Histories repeated themselves, in their own manifestations
Everything has well been taken care off, adjusted and discussed
So diplomatically, rational, so logical, yet who would ever guessed
This would be the ending, at the end.

Some learnt again and again, rather painstakingly
But learning in life is never ending
Or would we rather be ingorant, point a finger at someone else
And claim ourselves the best, claim ourselves perfect as well
Who are to say that faults are within US (You and I)
Perhaps not all facts all gathered, unintented.

Histories Repeat themselves
That is true as well
The same sentiments, the same path, the same outcome
If there is any different, there is nothing to mourn nor talk about
But as historian wants to change the facts of life and history
It is critical to look ALL AROUND
Like counsellors learnt of the sub-conscious and the NOW
Every action has a reaction
Every reaction has a different perception
Every perception brews different emotion
Every emotions spurs different judgement
Indeed history repeat themselves, like a vicious cycle in life
That nobody can deny
We can do something about it, can't we
But did we do it accurately, precisely and correctly?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Differ, Defer & Infer

On the day, U lamented - someone listened, and others praised.

On the day, U sulked - someone tried to understand, and others despised.

On the day, U laughed - someone stood by, and others laughed along.

On the day, U cried - someone comforted, and others acknowledged.

On the day, U guilt - someone explained, and others condoned.

On the day, U stood up - someone applauded, and others disregard.

On the day, U gained independant - someone stepped back, and others welcomed with open arms.

On the day, U cried foul - someone stopped, and others said bye.


One man's meat another man's poison

One man's friend another man's enemy

One man's friend another man's lover

One man's opinion another man's judgement

One man's pain another man's gain

One man's farewell another man's love ....

Friday, May 6, 2011

A ComeBack

Hand in hand, arm in arm, that walk down the lane
Short lived, memories linger, it's life's game, the same
The many sunsets, and many sunrises, the ups and downs
And finally, all the roundabouts and turnarounds.

We will keep remembering, and will keep forgetting
Keep wondering, and keep pondering
But we always keep moving, keep going
This is what Life is providing.

Falling back into contentment, gracing for granted
Every colorful patches in the canvass, slowly faded
Unaware, thinking the color white is purity
But it was colors severity.

Now lay the canvass on the ground, trampled and stepped
Barefoot, or hands on, or roll over, whichever
Colors of rainbow, colors of heaven, of hell, skies and nature
The abstractness of Comeback, a perfect picture.

From a drop of glistening tear, from a hint of profound fear
To the feelings of residing pain, of distance drawing near
From the browsed knees and dirty hands, clawed and cladded
To back on the feet again, to stage the Comeback.

Walking down the street, head held high
Strutting the things, with a big broad smile
Not a shoulder of burden, so free to be loathed
There .... A COMEBACK!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


There were tears in my heart
They kept filling up, till it flowed to my eyes
Couldn't contain them, they trickled down the cheeks
How weak I am, emotionally
Though I am strong, physically
How vulnerable I am actually
So shameful ......

I knew it wasn't falling apart, going apart
I couldn't hide the feelings that I have inside
Those mixed feelings
Now I realized, how irrational I have been
How inconsiderate I was
Till I was so lost
So dreadful ......

I dug the hole do deep, it felt like a grave
A quick sand that I didn't even realize
What have I done
I have done it, again
These tears were no remedy at all
Crying over spilled milk
So wrong .....

Never too late, just gotta be brave
It wasn't easy, but I have gotta do it
I don't want to run
Just need to stop this pain
Gotta be on my feet, standing tall
I wasn't this weak
But only strong ......

Apologies couldn't rectify anything anymore
Lost, strayed, but still fortunate
There was no turning back, but still a little light shed
There were hands reaching out for me
There were help after all
So fortunate .....

But I have lost, was seemingly bound to lose
I was full of hope, my mistake had cost much
Shame, shame on me
Silly me, naive still me
I could only hope, there would be
So lady luck, cometh back .....

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


See the smile, captured for the longest while
See the wry, long before came that silent cry
See that smirk, with sarcasm hidden
See that weariness, that treated with ignorance
All of everything, big and small, huge and tiny
Captured as essences of photographs.

Glancing through, the moments that have came true
Browsing past, memories that will last
Looking back, missing those which are lacked
Reminising, hoping, wanting, yearning
Stories that are written as images of the photographs.

<<<<<<< ......... >>>>>>>

I could tell you the stories, revealing within
The lines of wrinkles, a smile might be of pretense
The laughters silenced, the truth written
Lies and truth, weaved together, through and through
Did I hit a nail, right through your heart of denial
Did I trigger a memory, the untold stories
I smiled
I wried
I smirked
I am wearied
Every possible human behaviour
Immortalized in the photographs.

I can see you through the years, slowly disappeared
I can see then and now, that is sufficient enough
I can see beyond, but I am going to ignore
I can see, but should I tell you honestly
I can tell, but choose not to, swell
Photographs, oh photographs, technology crafted.

There will always be a photograph of you, you never knew
Even if I have told you, you will not see my point of view
As I pointed out to you, you think it is not yet beautiful
Even if I told you the beauty of you, but if only you wanted to know it too.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

No Dreads

Wake up in the morning, there you are sound asleep in the bed
Nothing will stir you awake, drifting in dreams
A peck on the cheek, a smile at the corner of the lips
As I walked out the door, I left with no dreads.

So much is to be said, but you have requested silent
Not in so much word you said so, but rebuttal, rebuke
A slash on the wrist, a slap on the face, virtually
As I swallowed my words, I breathed with no dreads.

The responsibilities, the chores, the obligations
Everything that is within my means, I shall not complain
For whole heartedly, I do, I fulfill
As one day, I am gone abruptly, Death couldn't torment at all.

The prayers that have been said, drained away in my sleep
My hands on my heart, my brain shut down slow
If I don't finish my pray in time, before the next
Deep down in my heart, I will never dread.

Nobody will know, until the next one fill the shoes
Nobody will truly understanding, until the shoes are worn
Day in and day out, and through all the ups and downs
Still I shall never dread, cos it will not have the same outcome.

There will be a time for farewell, good byes and all
But there will never be a time for dreads
A brave face, a smile stern, the heart aches
The tears hidden, the emotions are in disguise
The strength that is to be gathered for the battle
Is worth it till the end, cos I will never dread indeed.

They Said...

They said ... be careful what you wished for
It may just come true after all,
Especially when it is the least expected
Then there will be no time to regrets.

They said ... what goes around comes around
It is as true and a reality, as irony as it may sound,
It makes sense to stop awhile, and look at the past
Those flash back of memories, while they still last.

They said ... you can't please everyone all the time
Apple polishing is not worth while,
Especially when you are been unappreciated
And the situation is not going to change.

They said ... if you got nothing nice to say, it is best to keep quiet
So nothing wrong to remain silent,
Words less spoken, is errors been minimized
But it also means that one will be victimized.

Apparently "they said" about many things
They are free to say as they think,
Yet unfortunately, not many as fortunate as "they"
We on the other hand, just do as much as we can, fair.

We harbour things in the heart, not said
Even said, what is there to gain,
If not dispute, arguments and misunderstand
Until the day we die, we said became "they said".

Once then, what does not make sense
It means so much more than been said,
Injustice, prejudice, judgemental
That is the way it goes, right now.

They said ... patience is good virtue
And it is true,
So let's remain vigilant
Our laments, hopefully perish in silent.

Friday, March 18, 2011


Sometimes, one must look at things at face value, just as it is
Accept that changes cannot be done, live with it, whatever shit;
This is simplicity
But simplicity hides all the complexity,
When nobody has the courage to look into it
And realize, some improvement can be done at the end,
Thus simplicity, remains a hedious happy disguise
That may harbours regrets that come later in life.

Sometimes, one must look at the domino effect, inter-relativeness
Underneath the face value, there is more greater lessons to learn from it,
Taking a little bit of time to stop and ponder
To sit back, listen and understand the matter,
That once, thought complex and unnecessary
Is the honesty that is fighting to be free,
A voice been muted, cos nobody is really listening
There are stories to unfold, just waiting,
Till later, when it is too late
Waiting at pearly gate.

Who has the knowledge to weight the "sometimes"
The tedious social crime, the silent sobbing in the night,
Who plays the role, what to do
Who leads, where to go?
Who knows for sure, what is hidden
Or aware, that is the end of the beaten path,
The knowledge, that is not a knowledge
The knowing which is just draining,
The fact that is misleading
The truth is that is fading,
Because who decides on "SOMETIMES"


There are times, one feels 2nd best to everything,
everything done is not enough, insufficient,
there is lacking, that is somehow,
the expectation is always raise along the way,
a social race, a paper chase, it is a competitive life,
and at the end, can't help feeling tired.

Regardless, whatever,
one is just never perfect,
even as one try as hard as one can,
one is still bound to make mistakes along the way,
which is not acceptable, cos one is suppose to have matured,
but life is never, yet, a perfected picture,
until the day the coffin door closed in the face,
2 hands laid upon the chest, in peaceful embrace.

Unfortunate, for some, the road is a long way to go,
there are still much to be done,
yet, also as unfortunate, for some, whose journey has been abrupt,
too brief to make amends, for all those hiccups,
no time to say proper farewell,
to apologize for all life's dwellings.

So, along the way of life, the path, the journey,
one ask questions, to seek answers to curiosity,
then accept, that is the life been given,
that is also the life that one must be forsaken,
to go with the flow, with the storm, the current,
regardless of the torrent, till life ends when it ends.

The conclusion to T.R.U.S.T.
a curious one will ask, and will seek,
to become contented and not question further,
TRUST a clarification and not question another,
for at the end of the day, the answers count,
clarification is just to cover doubts,
TRUST is to learn and to accept,
after knowing, the fact.

Monday, February 7, 2011


Even when the sun doesn't shine on you, a shadow lurks
The pride, the status, the prestige, the love and the hurts,
There is a baggage, there is a burden
There is the knowledge of the learned,
Ignorance may be bliss
The unlikely fool in the midst,
As still water runs deep
A cry amongst the heart beat.

The best of each person in clear view
The best trait due,
Oppressed and hidden
Never justified,
The pain seems gone, but not subsided
Disappeared, yet it hides,
The veil covers
What one waits, for it to be discovered.

The shadow lurks, hovering
The past lingers, haunting,
Thoughts sitting in the corner of the mind
Something just cannot yet be left behind,
Even a hand so ready to lead the way
A waiting heart ready to make the day,
But how long will the hand be extended
How long the heart beats remains.

See the kindness in the soul
See the heart of gold,
Feel the warmth that flows
The love that glows,
So much that be felt
Much more is been held,
How beautiful and wonderful
Yet how shameful.

Put the blame on the prestige that sets the mark
The hurt that has left a scar,
Blame the one who lifted up the trophy
The one who is so full of irresponsibility,
Creating the shadow, which now resident evil
For all the good and bad, been done, devil.

The shadow, like a fugitive
Fueled by thoughts and feelings,
Like a King, commanding
Like a ruthless killer, killing slowly,
Please please please .... the begs and the pleads
Let it go, let it go, before it spreads like cancerous disease
Don't let the shadow grow and glooms
Let's fight, let's grow bright and strong,
For time won't wait
For the hope, it will never be too late.