Monday, 7 July 2014

Golden Bird

A golden bird in a golden cage,
Did not it live, but just to age.
Every love and every wonder,
Was only what she lived in yonder,

For every dream and every hope,
Was one she lived so to elope,
But if she knew the cloudy thunder,
The dying trees that birds sleep under,
Indeed to fly would she not bother.

But the bird of golden
A bird indeed,
Just like pollens,
Must be freed.

She longs to be in a pack of feathers, 
Round and round encircling others.
And as they mesmerize the widened eyes,
She'll realize, oh, all the lies.

A bird of golden as she is,
Is not, but to be laid a kiss.
While that may be of what she dreams, 
She'll soon to know life ain't much cream.

And the golden bird hopes to be caged,
And prays and longs for a faster age.
Maybe then the pain will go,
As soon, as fast as melting snow.


I saw some fish in disguise,
Some that have no eyes.
I saw the rust in their swim,
Their dance that brightens dim.
A hectic day,
By a river bay.
I saw some life,
Whom which survived.
I breathe air in,
Passing by; a tin.
I sigh.
Should I cry?
But more than all,
Left to recall.
Were reflections of our actions.
In the cloudy water of tension.

Friday, 9 May 2014

Could It Be?

Could it be that the pain I feel, is the same that you too suffer?
The one which makes me bleed upon every mention of 'her',
The exact one that you endure through every 'him' I whisper.

Could it be that you and I have lost all cuddling nature?
All that is left, perhaps, is a mere need to leave each other?

And every second we long to hate our blooming significant other.

Could it be that all we feel, really is not the matter?
Although replaced, it is not right all after.
And deep within there still lives you, the reason for my laughter?

Could it be that it is you and I that we still rather,
Oh, that silver ring is still the one we have on our fingers?
And every day, every night, our memories is what lingers.

Could it be, oh tell me dear,
Tell me through a whisper.
Make it close, make it matter, make it by my ear.

Saturday, 26 April 2014

Andy's Bear

Andy got tired of his teddy bear and now it is time to have a change. So Andy threw away his teddy bear in the bin without even giving second thoughts. The teddy bear then has a story of its "new" life and so does Andy. They both lived their own lives, by their own way, happily ever after. The depart caused some pain but every pain has its' own cure. They found their cures on their own. 

Tuesday, 15 April 2014


The nourish-er,
The killer,
The silent survivor.
and I; am left a blunder,
The non-appreciator.

Thursday, 3 April 2014


Dalam senyap, dalam sunyi,
Tercipta kalam-kalam ini,
Cambah benih lubuk hati,
Tersimpan kemas tersembunyi.

Dalam senyum, dalam tawa,
Terbina suatu rasa rahsia,
Yang semua milik dan empunya,
Tersebar luas seluruh dunia.

Dalam gundah, dalam resah,
Terlerai kubu yang amat gagah,
Benteng cinta dari pecah,
Menolak cela, menolak padah.

Dalam rasa-rasa hati,
Sudah masa barangkali,
Hati ini dimiliki,
Kau, aku, menjadi kami.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014


Like the flickering light on a burning candle,
You lure me nigh and heat up distance.
And no matter the blackouts I have to handle,
To you I turn in every instance.


I beg you to stay,
Just that way,
In this solemn day.
I'm telling you; stay, 
Don't go away.

Friday, 28 March 2014


Every now and then, we experience loss. Through that every now and then, we then experience pain. Loss and pain walks hand in hand through every beings journey. It is inseparable. How we deal with the pain makes the diversity of our community. How we deal with pain depends perhaps on how big we acknowledge the loss. Confusing, huh? Not really.

Let's make an analogy, a little girl participated a race to win a bag of candies. She won the bag of candies but when she got home, her mother told her that candies are not good for the health of her teeth. Her mother threw away the whole bag of candies. The girl cried and sulked for a week. She didn't speak to her mother for that period of time. To that little girl, the bag of candies meant all her effort. It was what she deserved. So losing the bag of candies meant everything to her. 

In another situation, a grown lady participated the same race, in another year, and she won the race (maybe because the little girl decided not to join the race anymore). She brought back the bag of candies and her mother told her that candies are not good for her health. So her mother threw away the bag of candies. This young lady just laughed it off. Her mother has got a point and she probably does not need the bag of candies so much either.

Both situations are similar. Both situations contain loss. How great the loss meant to each person is what made both situations differ in outcome. Probably the grown lady had the capability of balancing out truth from wrong and to balance out importance in that situation, while, let's just say the little girl lacked those values. Then again, who said all these values come in a package for every human being? Some values have got to be nurtured. Nurturing takes time and experiences. The little girl will pick up chunks of knowledge and experience as she grows and one day she might just look back and say, "Hey! It wasn't that bad after all!". 

Well, this is life. Every now and then we experience loss. Every loss comes with its own sort of pain. Life, however, just has to go on. We have to keep moving forward. The Greater Power created us so. To live for as long as we have, in the best way we can. It is alright to stop every here and there. Just like a visit to a pit stop. We refuel, change worn out wheels and we move on. 

Everyone has got to face their own challenges and losses in life. Every loss may not deserve to be compared to losing a bag of candies, yet, if we look the extra distance and beyond analogies, it is us who define how big a loss may seem. It has all been willed. If only we believe; then maybe things would be a lot easier for us and people around us. At the end of the day, every loss brings with it something to gain. So when facing a loss, just stop to take a deep breath, and then say, "HEY! I WILL BE OKAY! God had created me this way!".

Leaving you something to ponder:
Losing is, again, unique to every individual. What if I told you that dying is a form of gaining rather than losing; to a pious soul? Or what if I told you that living means losing?

Where Are You?

To lay words is easy,
None it is to feeling.
But sayings go crazy,
In such an everlasting.

To offer some pity,
Might just be far from helping,
But in this modern city,
Perhaps it's never ending.

Beware of what we see,
Be careful in kind lending,
Away be from reality,
Might call off what is pending.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Kamu, mereka.

Maafkan aku, 
Kerna aku tak bisa mengungkap kata,
yang setanding dengan gelora jiwa.

Maafkan aku, 
Atas tiadanya daya,
Sehingga kau terbiar entah di mana.

Maafkan aku,
Barangkali ungkapan yang tiada makna,
Tetapi itu sahajalah yang aku ada.

Maafkan aku.

Is it Really Okay?

There is a phenomenon in our society that I believe should be wiped away. This regards the exam results that one obtains. Usually, after the results for some big exam gets released, we will see a phenomenon where people start telling the recent candidates that whatever the results is, it is alright. "It is not so big an exam after all", we might say. I personally believe that this is not the case. It does not matter how we feel about the exam. Whether it was easy for us or whether it was too hard. That is our experience and that is our own right to cherish it however we like. To share these feelings is also totally alright except that it might discourage the younger generations or should we say the generations of that particular exam, to strive harder and achieve better. 

When we talk about results and exams, I think, everyone should be allowed the time and emotions to feel what they should feel. If one scored well then definitely joy is to be deserved. If however, someone scored poorly or fairly made it through, then I believe this person should be given enough time and pressure to regret what mistakes that probably was the cause of such achievement. I personally believe that the right amount of pressure will push someone to achieve better. Consoling a poor achiever will just make that particular person repeat such poor records and is not exactly fair on the excel students as they deserve to have some pride and acknowledgement on every effort that they have poured in to obtain excellent results.

How a person defines excellence or failure may differ and definitely has a wide range. What is important is how we treat each and every achievement as in accordance to these different definitions. Every effort should be appreciated. So to the SPM candidates who achieved what they should, congratulations..!! To those who didn't really achieve what should have been achieved, try harder! It is not okay! So push yourself to be better and as the rule that everything in this world goes by with, time will pass and one day you might figure out yourself whether the exam mattered or not. For the time being, let's just agree that it really matters...or shall we just agree to disagree? >_<

p/s: this post is published with a little delay due to unexpected obstacles.

Thursday, 20 March 2014


Kalaulah aku ni ada mulut sendiri, mesti aku dah menguap je dengan empunya badan ni. Bosan betul terbiar, tak bergerak, statik di atas kerusi. Sang mata dapat tengok 'tv'. Seronoklah dia, sekurang-kurangnya ada aktiviti. Aku ni? Semakin hari semakin tebal selaput-selaput kuning bak bertih jagung membalut diri. Bosan oi! Tuan, dengar tak ni? Pergilah berlari! Kau tak sedar tapi perlahan-lahan aku mereput. Yang kau ingat sedap sang perut. Sedap-sedap pun, dia merungut. Bukan senang nak hadamkan apa yang kau telan setiap saat umpama hidup tiada maut.

Suara Gigi Buruk

Andainya engkau tahu,
Pasti kan kau keliru,
Antara siapakah aku,
i sebalik senyuman madu.

Kerana aku itu,
Semakin membatu,
Di balik detik-detik waktu.

Kembalikanlah aku.
Kembalikan diriku.
Wahai Yang Satu.
Hanya Engkau yang mampu.

Bisikan Melodi Mindaku

Aku khuatir lalai dan leka,
Membuahkan lupa,
Pada suatu janji,
Yang diikat rapi masa.

Dan aku tidak mahu cuai,
Membiarkan aku terbuai-buai,
Di sebalik memori,
Dan juga mimpi.

Aku inginkan waktu,
Dan tiupan bayu,
Untuk membalut kemas,
Tubuhku yang lemas.

Mungkin anugerah itu,
Kan membalas rindu,
Dan dendam kesumat,
milikku; sampailah lumat.

Saturday, 8 March 2014


We eventually reach a fork,
To fly up or move down,
To sail and not dock.
To yet smile than frown.
And we have to choose.

For a loss could turn a cup.
And a win would fade in time.
Now is just an instant,
That quenches by some lime.  

Walk pass such moments,  
As if a carve of future.
Time will be then,
All framed in a picture.

Tuesday, 4 March 2014


Is this a coincidence?
Or is this just fate?
And you're the omen,
That keeps me awake.

Is it an accident,
On a high speed race?
While bones get broken,
Still my heart pace.

Am I imprisoned?
Yet running a chase?
And you're the season,
That puts me in place.

Saturday, 1 March 2014


Once upon a lullaby,
Racing through wide open sky,
As if one's life shall never die.
A stop for rest was due to bark,
Where colourful flowers did embark.

Once upon that lullaby,
With scattered fragrance none too shy,
I wished a bird could rest and lie,
Breathing breeze enjoying peace,
Till glowing moon was let released.

Once upon this lullaby,
All are none, 
None begun,
Upon the sun, 
I woke and shun.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

In e-book Format!

Alhamdulillah thumma Alhamdulillah,

"Pieces of Life" is also available in e-book format, now:

Pieces of Life (e-book)

Thank you!

Saturday, 22 February 2014


Oh such endless support,
Makes me feel so loved.
I'll jump, run and soon deport,
and make all things worth.

For now should I cry,
Or should I just embrace?
Moments out of dry,
In this wavy race.

A bow for the crowd,
Done in dire grace,
Proud, proud and proud,
A string into lace.

thank you all for supporting my first book:
Pieces of Life


You came to me,
Like I knew some sort of sorcery,
But that's not me,
and I'm sorry.

You walked away, 
To another day,
That's not the way,
To leave me today.

I Didn't Know It Would Be This "Busy"-ing

End of last October, I decided quite abruptly to be serious in writing and have a book published, I targeted my summer holidays to be the deadline of getting a manuscript ready before I approach publishers. Me being me, I talked about it with my family and friends, and them being them, supported me all the way through. I am grateful for this blessing in my short-lived life. When I made that decision, I didn't think it would be hard. Well I expected the writing journey to be a little challenging as it solely depends on me to get it done, but little did I imagine what would happen after submitting the manuscript. Not to mention the process of looking for a publisher! So here I am, writing just to update this blog, because it has been rather stagnant as I occupy my time settling the publishing agreements and procedures. I would like to express my appreciation to all that have endlessly supported me. Now that the book is published, I just have one thing to say:

I didn't know it would be this "busy"-ing!!!

but I have no regrets. ;)

My Book is Finally Available Online!!


My little dream has turned a reality! I am now a published author of a book. Pieces of Life, is a collection of poems, that I have written in the past few months, and a little bit of some rants here and there. When I was young and little (I am still young), I once had this ambition to be a writer. It was one of my many ambitions but I resolved to the one I mentioned most, being a doctor. I never polished my capabilities in writing until very recently and I regret for not trying earlier. Let regrets be regrets, this little journey has made me realise that we don't need to have only one ambition in life! As big as dreams may be, and as many as ambitions may bloom, we can always try to achieve them all.

So, here is the link to the online bookstore as to where you can place your order and get a copy of the book for yourself or loved ones. Thank you for supporting!!! THANK YOU!!!!

Pieces of Life

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Taste of Love

Love is;
every sweetness,
and everything sour,
and that which are bitter,
and oceans of salt,
and of hot and spicy,
all in one.

Friday, 14 February 2014


There might be a lot that we have dealt,
In freezing coldness of pouring rain,
And know that once white snow melts,
It will never be fluffy again.


Why do you keep me waiting? Have I hurt your soul? It's merely just a rating, Of which I thought to told. Why do you keep me waiting? Have I only wronged? Believe me please, oh, darling, I wish to make you strong. Why do you keep me waiting? Lend me please your ears, Make me rest from panting, Tell me you are here.

-no title yet-

I stopped believing, Because like it or not, I love you, Might be heavy words, Whom carries no meaning. and.. I hate you, Might be feathery words, With a humongous ending.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014


My favourite pair of trainers is a Nike. Every morning (I mean some mornings), i go out for a run. I'll wake up, wash myself a little, do the obligates then hit the track. Before leaving my house, of course I'll go to my shoe rack. I'll give my pair of trainers a long stare as i exhale reluctance. I mean I'd obviously prefer an extra hour of sleep. Who would not?! But then again, reminding myself the frustration I have to endure later in the day (if I don't go for the run), I gather up what little will that I have left and lock the door behind. As i hop down the stairs, I glance to my pair of ocean blue trainers and they remind me that life is as simple as that. If we want to do something, anything, JUST DO IT! Life is a journey after all. We gain, we lose, and that is living.

Monday, 10 February 2014


Do you know how much,
your presence,
means to me?
Just as much as~
colours to a rainbow,
and water to rain, 
the sun in summer,
and a shout to pain.

Do you know how much,
your absence,
has taken me?
Just as much as~
a tumor in the brain,
a hole in the heart,
a ruptured vessel,
and a wave depart.