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The Weary Path

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Weariness grabs you You wish you could flee Festers the wound Blood turning green Poison builds on A choking doom chanel handbags Bourne in a storm Eternal gloom Where is the light An end promised None to be found All to admonish Peace does not come Death price to pay The soul been wrung By a mind decayed Hail to the night Which comes which goes Welcome respite Of quaking death throes Miles to journey Endless the days Life the contrary Morality to slay Lose you pine The grave to visit Reach the divine The man diminished Held by fears The mortal man Ruled by desires Till fate takes hand Earth swallows whole What little remains Engulfed the abode Of sins long detained Crying release Mindless rage strikes Heart claims defeat Your one final plight Blight now whole Escape there is none The stone in your cheset No longer now cares Where is humanity When self takes over If all does deplete And man's nature sundered

The Lonely Beach

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The sea beckons A beat upon the sands Spray after spray Foams dancing upon the waves The waters stretch on Chasing the horizon Endless is the deep An effervescent pit of dreams Calmness roils in its face Distant shores calling A promise with each whisper Peace pronounced in silent thunder Dressed in the sunlight Sparkles the folds of distant waves It quavers solid Constantly singing to nobody Birds chatter to the trees Leaves rustling in the wind louis vuitton handbags Sands dance unseen in the breeze An orchestra unending The mystical allure In waters blue That moves the world Before one without a clue A pull is triggered By a message heard As the mind sits And the soul cavort Sands welcome touch Waves sing their beats The winds cajoling Into fading dreams

Into The Night

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These pastel skies Darkening to night As memories waft away Day giving its light Trees remain silent Birds sing goodbye Tears remain Night comes to lie The winds quieten down Under the staring moon I wonder where you are Pressing down the gloom Stars twinkle by Shades unnoticed dance Staring blankly up To a sky glittering silent Crickets sing to the grass A song the moon pines for Breaking down As the darkness reaches its crown Clouds hide the light chanel handbags A drizzle warns of the storm Nothing is right As distant thunder spawns

Mirror

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That which is broken Will remain undone Shattered shards remain Like little breadcrumbs Silently it weeps Forever been marred Faltering remains Strugggling to stand on Time will heal all wounds Shattered seeming whole Dissipating pain Smothering the soul Days harden the heart Nights blinding the eyes Crumbling around it All that's left alive Continues to hurt Continues to cry It keeps asking why But none does reply In daylight its life In darkness it fades In eternal gloom It trembles afraid Beyond all mourning Wreathed in broken dreams In past scars hidden chanel handbags Drowning in deceit It sees its own end Melancholic sight Such its pain to bear A path paved by blight Woe screams it Death it calls A dead soul Unable to fall

Smothered

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The acrid air, it snuggles close A swift corsair, upon sea morose Man falls victim, to distant stares Weeping wisdom, that he fails to bear Questions brought, in time passing Forgone his lot, to a future he must bring In nightly shade, fate is found louis vuitton handbags Amidst a rain, wherein tears are drowned Looking back, the sun dipped west Horizons stretch, to build a nest He sees his cage, of freedom made In his rage, He quivers and quakes Confused a man, lives on in life Till found his past, in the future left End draws near, as day unto night Led by shadows, a blinding light Found are answers, in the final page Too far gone, beyond the edge In crumbling earth, bone turned to dust Judgement and worth, clear as glass Through existence, seeks he a high Blinded by mist, built selfmade lies Swims on, the will against rain The heart, its fight against pain Craving strength, seeking a shield The soul craves, as the heart does feel Faith rears, a call sharp and clear Yet it smothers, under a storm of fear

Falling

2008-10-21T13:22:00.005+08:00

Decades Time immemorial In the eons Age meets its burial Decades Passing years Rememberance met Still nothing clears Ends meet Silent in the breeze Not a change Amid the clashing seas chanel handbags The circle made Loop tightened Fate's restrain Leaves man shakened Still he festers Broiling, seething Time passes Left his ragged breathing Till that too, was taken away.

Change

2008-03-01T06:56:00.002+08:00

The cause of all strife is change. Change is the result of time. Time cannot be without change. Thus there will be no life without change. This is simply due to the fact that life is an aftershadow of time. Life will definitely meet death as sure as the sun will rise. Clearly movement is inevitable. As unavoidable as change in a world where the nly constant is inconsistency. The finality of that world lies at the end of time. Time's end marks the end of fleeting change. As future, present and past melds together, chanel handbags the soul awakens. This is the final step. The destination of the mind. Predetermined, fated and achieved. The wild nature primal abates and is tamed by age. Its final form achieved. Blazing with glory, or smelting in regret.

Streaming Days

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Clarity you seek In air fogged up Looking through greyness For the light clogged up Stinging your eyes To the point of tears Enduring the pain Aiming to fill the years Sorrowful steps trail Endowed with wounds In patches of shadow Upon which smiles bloom Fazed as you are Clinging to life Search you continue For joy within strife Thicker the clouds That choke upon you Gathering thunder Of shadows eschewed Within your blindness Your grey vision jaded All smiles grow heavy The scented joy weathered Cringing in fear Of losses threatened Heart screams relief And finds it in heaven A million miles away Hidden in clouds Past unseen veils And innumerable shrouds That keeps you going chanel handbags Which cannot be touched A love unseen Unwavering and uncrushed

Of A Voice Heard

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The tune of a voice That mirrors the sea Warm as the sun And soft as a breeze Dancing with laughter That touches the heart As smile ropes me in Spell woven from the start Would elegance fail To live in the world Enrich it you will With your elegant twirl Your lips part With words left unsaid Your tempered heart A compass read With a gentle nudge Or so it would seem You slowly trudge Tween heavy beams On one hand the heart That screams for release chanel handbags The other plays its part The mind calling its lease Decisions made with unerring sight You read each word In your contemporary light Youthful by nature Graceful by age Carried mature By eyes that collate Resplendent a beauty That diamond called you A sparkle of joy In the roiling blue Whose eyes see past Ears listen on With words steadfast And smiles adorn Beyond the pictures Apart from words What always remains Is that voice that's heard A voice strong Yet at ease As the sea Meets the breeze

The Blind

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The years jest Skipping swiftly Leaving a mess The human memory In the resulting din Of unnecessary chaos Hides the essential mean To bring guidance to the lost All it takes To set all aright Are well placed stakes Upon heavenly might Witnessing fate In its invisible working One step to take To inevitable waking Hearing words true chanel handbags Will in time shed light Amidst hint and clue Guidance shines bright Steps upon sand takes further Introspection dawns upon man Each observation makes clear The law that governs all that stand Darkness pales against moonlight Yet the opposite seems true The rewards of wrong and right Reflect this proof Clear as it seem Shining like the sun Ignorance hangs like a dream Blotting out truth divine The blind sees not Beyond the veil As he stumbles with thought Pummeled by worldly hail

The Winds

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Whispers To hear only whispers Upon flailing branches Of tunes long rehearsed Evening light Brings the yawns Sleepy daylight Activities gone And whispers Fills the air The voices Of news distant, fair Drowned Outdone by screams Dethroned and undone By blind human whims Still the whispers The long silent calls chanel handbags To beckon to hearers Of silent breaking falls None listens The silent pleas All ignorance Has shrouded man in mist Still it whispers Its long silent tears To call to those ears That hopefully listen to the winds

Trapped

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Stunned Is that reverence I sense? Or do you hide Behind that shifting fence? You spoke Myriads to hear You spoke Still nothing clear Lies You never lose them chanel handbags Timeless Drowning in them And I pick And I reach Brick by brick Building my wish Seeing that snake That you hide in that tongue Whose poison still drips From the wounds you'd stung Still burning Bruised and beat I suffocate As history repeat Your ghost approaches I whimper in fear But desire burns And I bring you nearer Pierce As my heart melts Stab me Once more you have me trapped

Fade

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The brave steps that follow Thudding upon silent mud Mulling the distant morrow Of a mind caught in a rut Fleeing with courage To face the worst off chanel handbags Gathered up in future age Spun up and aloft With comprehension cast aside Repressed by the knowing So has heart to hide To remain from the cutting string In vague contrast is pain To pleasure that sits by its side Both leaving a stain In the thickness of dirty hide The kiss that is missing Lost in the clouds The untouched still cling Unspoken words remain loud Flailing flames lick Likened unto the sea Touching wounds festered sick By lies to set free The grin spread wide Chasing lying eyes Out thrown the light To shed darkness vice Safety becoming steel Caged the evil goodness That love no longer feel That love can rehearse Written is the will Invisible pen and ink From the one that can feel But chooses instead to wink

Finding Perfection

2007-12-11T21:11:00.001+08:00

That which is perfect, is complete. Being without defects and without flaws. That which is perfect, cannot be changed. That which is perfect, is next to impossible. Strive as much as one can, one will never achieve perfection. As long as one is human, chanel handbags one will be flawed. And one who is flawed can not possibly create perfection. Such could only happen the day the sun could freeze water. The perfect life, the perfect world, the perfect person, the perfect car, the perfect home. What is perfect? Where do you find perfection? Where can you see it? Can change of any kind lead to perfection? Can the right pair of eyes see perfection? Is there any perfection in existence? Can there be more than one perfection? If one was content, then his life is perfect. If one didn't expect, then what one has is enough. If one wasn't seeking, then what one sees is right.

A Certainty

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Life. Step by step moving with the gentle ticking of the intangible hands of the clockwork universe. And mankind tries to put to understanding this giant mechanism that rotates upon systems beyond his comprehension. Incapability to read the tales written within the seeming chaotic worldly journey makes man the most uncertain of creatures. What will be in tomorrow? What is written within today? replica watches What has been left in the past? All things change. All things remain the same. Deviation occurs. Tradition holds its course. And man is still unsure. Of all things, only 2 things are for certain. And one of them, is that all in this world that lives, must die.

Accountability

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A person will call himself to account so that one day when he is sixty years old he will be counting his days and will find that they are twenty-one thousand and six-hundred in number. He lets out a scream and says: “Woe be to me, chanel handbags I will meet my Lord with twenty-one thousand sins. How will it be when there are thousands of sins in a day?!” Then he falls to the ground unconscious, and dies.

The State of Man

2007-10-01T16:01:00.000+08:00

The price of freedom is greater than all of creation put together.

The cost of life, far beyond imagining. So much so that even if you work throughout an entire millennia, still you will be unable to compensate for it.

Man is greatly indebted.

He owes so much.

Yet, man forgets.

Ignorant.

He is ungrateful.

And when he is grateful, he becomes incapable.

Such is the state of man.

Spaces

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They fill the gaps. They create gaps. They do not have any taste. Yet you feel them when they're there. They accompany you. But they leave you lonely. All around you. But not quite there. Spaces. chanel handbags Everywhere. Surrounded. Yet more isolated.

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1. The person who tagged you is: * Balqis Nabila 2. Your relationship with her: * A good old friend from MSN 3. 5 Impressions you have of her: · Unpredictable · Sassy · Strong · Tough · Lovely 4. Most memorable thing she has done for you: * Be very truthful and tell me that she didn't like how I changed. 5. Most memorable words she said to you: * 6. If she becomes your lover, you will: * Ermmm....Alhamdulillah then...I'll just pray that she doesn't get so angry at me that she'll jump at my neck and tear me to pieces too often. 7. If she becomes your lover, things she has to improved on will be: * InsyaAllah the way she dresses. I prefer her in hijab. Looks way better. 8. If she becomes your enemy, you will: * Wallahi pray that whatever enmity is there disappears. 9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be: * WallahuA'llam. 10. The most desirable thing you want to do for her now is: * Pray that she finds happiness n someone who won't driver her up the wall with crazy antics and have girlfriends who make her go crazy because they keep thinking she's trying to steal him from them. 11. Your overall impression of her is: * Strong, a little angry sometimes, but independent on the whole. insyaAllah. 12. How do you think people around you will feel about you: * Odd. They'd think I'm odd perhaps. WallahuA'llam. I have no idea. 13. The characteristic you love about yourself is: * That I have been given guidance and understanding alhamdulillah. 14. The characteristic you hate about yourself is: * My weakness 15. The most ideal person you want to be like is: * Rasulullah s.a.w 16. For people that care and like you, say something to them: * One day, after I have passed on to the realm of the grave, chanel handbags don't forget to say Al-Fatihah on my behalf pls. That's all i ask of you. 17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you. 1. Fauzii 2. Farhan 3. Yusuf 4. Zuraidah 5. Balqis 6. Azila 7. Nurril 8. Khalid 9. Mel 10.Anyone else...I can't think up any particular names... Who is no 6 having relationship with: * Mud Is no.9 male/female: * Female If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing: * Ummm...no.7's already attached....so it all depends on whether or not no.10 is her current bf or not i suppose When you last chat with no 3.: * Just earlier today at geylang What kind of music that no 8 likes: * Malay and Metal perhaps? Does no.1 have any siblings: * Yup Will you woo no 3: * ...No How bout no 7: * ...No Is no 4 single: * Hmmm...can't say... What's the surname of no 5: * he has got no surname! What's the hobby of no 4: * Have no idea Do no 5 and 9 get along: * They don't know each other Where is no 2 studying at: * He's working now Say something casual about no 1: * He.....needs to give me a call. Have you tried developing feelings for no 8: * ...He's my cousin Where does no 9 lives: * Jurong What color does no 4 like: * Purple I think Are no 5 and 1 best friends: * Nope Does no 7 like 2: * Nope How did you get to know no 2: * Primary school Does no 1 have any pets: * Nope Is no 7 the sexiest person in the world: * I prefer the term lovely....

Thankfulness

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And covet not a thing in which Allah hath made some of you excel others. Unto men a fortune from that which they have earned. (Envy not one another) but ask Allah of His bounty. Lo! Allah is ever Knower of all things - Al-Quran 4:32 In all fairness, none of us was created equal. To each person his/her own circumstance. The good and the bad that lay dormant in each of our persons may be clear as the brightness of daylight or as dim and unnoticeable as the swift transition of the day into twilight. Allah alone is the Knower of all things. Success and failure in our endeavors are a predetermined lot for each and every person. Blood, sweat and tears shed in the name of good or evil will reap its own reward. A fair share will be given to every man in its due time. No matter if plans fail or events proceed not as predicted. Fear not if disaster befalls or dark clouds overtake you. At the end of the day, what matters most is reason, not result. The why for every action is what elevates or degrades one person from another in the eyes of Allah. One who does good deeds in the name of fame is far different from one who does good for the sake of Allah or for the sake of others. A person may donate a million dollars from his multi-billion dollar share yet still be unable to match the kindness of a beggar who gives up his only loaf of bread to feed an orphan. And what is the difference between the two? A question worth reflecting. WE are all endowed with different degrees of material wealth and physical well-being. We can see around us if we scrutinize closely the society we are in. Be you among the poverty stricken or are you haunted by incurable illnesses? Are you socially stigmatized or trapped by the fashion of times? Envy not what others have which you have not. For envy and jealousy does aught more than simply hurt your heart and soul. In the temporary existence of this world, the distribution of good and bad in every person's life may appear to be imbalanced. Ever wondered why the life of another appears to be going so much smoother than yours? Or wished that your life were but a slight tad bit better than what it is now? Would that your life was blessed. How many times have you wished such? Riches. Wealth material or otherwise. Blessings of God that promise joy and satisfaction. How many of us yearn for them? How many among us have them? The real question we should be asking is, "How much of what I have do I deserve? And how much of what I have is a blessing?" More often than not, we are blind to the many blessings in our lives. The small infinitesimal signs of Allah's mercy that we so often fail to look out for. chanel handbags Much is there for us to be thankful for; if we but try to look out for it. Let not greed and envy overtake you. For such emotions will most definitely blind you. Narrated Abu Sa'id Al-Khudri: Allah's Apostle said, "The thing I am afraid of most for your sake, is the worldly blessings which Allah will bring forth to you." It was said, "What are the blessings of this world?" The Prophet said,"The pleasures of the world." A man said," Can the good bring forth evil?" The Prophet kept quiet for awhile till we thought that he was being inspired divinely. Then he started removing the sweat from his forehead and said,"Where is the questioner?" That man said, "I(am present)." Abu Sa'id added: We thanked the man when the result(of his question) was such. The Prophet said... "Good never brings forth but good. This wealth(of the world) is(like) green and sweet(fruit), and all the vegetation which grows on the bank of a stream either kills the animal that eats too much of it, except the animal that eats the Khadira(a kind of vegetation). Such an animal eats till its stomach is full and then it faces the sun and starts ruminating and then it passes out dung and urine and goes to eat again. This worldly wealth is (like) sweet (fruit), and if a person earns it (the wealth) in a legal way and spends it properly, then it is an excellent helper, and whoever earns it in illegal way, he will be like the one who eats but is never satisfied."
Volume 8, Book 76, Number 435 Sahih Bukhari

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And instead of telling me thou chose to walk away....I accept thy choice. I accept thy choice....Go on...

Logic and Religion

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Living in a dream in search of awakening. Finding belief after belief seeking for support to lean upon. Have you found something to believe in? Walking blind with acceptance for a shield, he defends his beliefs from unnecessary questioning. "Stop!" Shouts he. "The mind cannot possibly comprehend the unseen and immaterial. So why bother trying? The supernatural is a realm of the heart and soul. Speak you of that which you know not?" Says he. Does he then reject questions that will leave his beliefs in the murky depths of doubt? Are religious faith and reasoning like oil and water? Do they not mix? Or dare he spin the blade which I cut him with back upon me? What could possibly save me from my own questions? Could my beliefs be shattered by rationales and logic? How can that be? "Speak you of that which you know not?" Says he. Believe you in that which you know naught of? You speak of heart and soul. You speak of truths and the unseen. You speak of senses that transcend mortality. You speak in riddles that confound in order to introduce me to a world profound. I wonder. How do you think with your heart and soul when you refuse to seize knowledge under a questioning hold? "Meditate. Raise your awareness. Wisdom will come to those who seek it." Says he. Are wisdom and knowledge one and the same? How frustrating. Question after question after question after question. Why do I keep asking for that which has no answer? Simple. It is because I know there is One who holds the answer to all things. And everytime I face the unknown, chanel handbags I seek a part of His presence within it. His Truth. His Wisdom. That which is hidden. Knowledge. Only the knowledgeable will know true fear. Only the knowledgeable will know true joy. And the greatest force of belief is the one backed by knowledge and logic.

Go To Him

2007-07-15T02:16:00.001+08:00

Had you known The words writ In my heart alone In dreams that flit Of pastel hurts Unsaid loves Unseen flirts And wanted treasures In hearing Of your voice My feeling To see you rejoice No sacrifice All to give Hurts are a price Too little to be missed Anything for you Heart and soul Long as for you In heat or cold Let go Hold back All I know chanel handbags What you want you have I won't keep you Nor chase you away That which is good Let it not fade Fear not The light is nigh Risk though fraught I'll be but a thread shy Worry little my dear Take the jump You know I'll be here If you come ever to harm Take him Accept Follow your whim If you fall, I'll intercept InsyaAllah

Thoughts

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Mists of questions Prey of logic Putting to fashion Faith-breaking rhetoric Proofs lain at an end Destination clearly routed Unreached by the blind But for the guided Running the maze Once chance to settle debts Yet drowning the craze Turns the mind into whisperers' pets Nudged by scents Puts to rest nothing replica watches Constantly fighting self-rants Puts the soul slowly trudging The quilt of peace Unworked upon Tears with ease In twisted scorn Walking in dreams Wealthy but poor Swimming thought streams Sinking lost further

The Heart is Blind

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The hearts are two hearts, a heart wandering around women's gossip and a heart wandering around the throne - Ibn Al-Qayem

Women and power. Two things that capture a man's attention and blind a man to all others. As long as he lets himself be rooted down by these things, he will live but in a dream.

Announced to be the source of much joy and satisfaction. Yet many men would tire of it. When the heart becomes consumed by these two things, the soul would begin to rot and the mind grow twisted.

Lust unbridled turns a man beastly. Power without purpose and responsibility destroys him by robbing his dignity.

Ponder for once from where your purpose and responsibility is inspired. Find thought and mind to combat feel and heart. Think friend, think. For your mind was created for good reason. Let not your emotions and greed blind you.

Love's Hurts

2007-06-07T19:34:00.000+08:00

Fate's twist
Leaves you wondering
What goes on
In divine imagining

Whisk away
Doubts erase
Creases of feels
Only abase

Without traces
Seconds pass by
Your tears' falling
Makes too the world cry

See not you I
Who far away stands
A-looking at the hurts
A-hurting to make amends

The troubles
Of lifely toils
By bouncing bubbles
Fragile yet coy

For your beauty
A snakelike poison
Hidden in rosy cheeks
A love that burns

The reminders
Irremovable memories
Creating anew
Past's saber teeth

Toll of toying
With fire tame
Enraged by freedom
Into hell deranged

Oh the joy
Woe the pain
Devilish plans
Wreath love plain

The Most Beautiful of Journeys

2007-06-06T10:40:00.000+08:00

A single step begins a journey. And that journey will not end till the day you stop walking.

This is a journey fraught with discovery. The learning of good and evil; fulfilment and emptiness; Knowing and the lack thereof.

Under the All-seeing sight of Ash-Shaheed, are all our actions recorded for the Day of Judgement.

Had you remembered all your deeds good or bad, will your name flood the Sijjid or The Illyin?

Every single word uttered and each action enacted is intractable. All recorded and not a mote forgotten.

Where will you walk to and what will you step unto? What will you do and what will you become?

What are the trails you will leave behind in the wake of your walks?

The journey of a thousand leagues begins wth a single step. So we must never neglect any work of peace within our reach, however small - Adlai E. Stevenson

The most beautiful of journeys made. Do you know of it?

Al-Zalzala

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The voice of a day
That in silence follows
The misdirections of clay
Watching it play to its woes

Vibrant warnings hang
A message pinned all around
In ignorance bite they their hand
Rather than listen to truth expound

Would that she could cry
And they hear her voice
Quit her her silent spy
Awaken her lost boys

Older she grow
Wretched bent three
Spinning to age old
Unheard her silent weep

Al-Zalzala
Will come the day
Your speech heard near and far
As witness to mankind's sway

Deeds unveiled
Virtuous or otherwise
An atom's weight
Your word would suffice

Patience
The promised day arrives
Written is the covenant
As sure as the sun will rise

Mother

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Mother. She is the one I can't do without. The person blessed with the gift of love, care, concern and selflessness like no other person has. The only person other than God Almighty who could possibly understand me better than anyone else.

Much is the sacrifice she's made for me in past, present and future. Lessons learnt, wisdom earned and wealth obtained all thanks to her.

What have I done in return for all her kindness?

Oh would that all the treasures of the world would be enough. Sad to say many times of that would be the gift she's given me. Far beyond is the price of my being. Of that guidance that through her I have received.

Oh the guardian of heaven's gate on earth, the holder of my heart; Blessed be your soul.

Beauty Blind

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Splashes of color
Upon the white winter
That runs icy chill
Blotting out human feels

The wonderland lived
By freedom's weave
Put in blatant sight
By reflections bright

Thrust in and drugged
Dulled by weights lugged
None could have noticed
How slipped away peace

Paleness is gone
Left the colorful morn
A multitude hues
From red all to blues

In the dreamy spray
Of butterfly splay
Forgotten is whiteness
That once marked pureness

That cold winter chill
Of emptiness' hill
Carpeted by grass
A heaven meant not to last

Run through the fields
Up and down hills
Lost in the joy
Of temporary ploy

Till comes darkness' end
In the grip of one hand
To rip you back
To the white winter black

The Druid - #5

2007-05-24T20:54:00.000+08:00

The wait was intense. Each passing moment brought with it more worry as the stomps of the giant lumbering undead echoed louder in the air.

A grievous low moan thrummed across the shrinking miles, dragging with it the foul stench of decay. The trees shivered and anxious animals screeched and howled their fears.

"Death has reared its ugly face. Aid me great winds." The elf pointed at the looming giant approaching his grove. The creature's features could be made out vaguely under the light of the evening sun: A black mask of death void of everything but hatred and unbridled thirst for destruction.

A slight breeze began to blow through the land, steadily growing into a screaming gale. Flecks of tiny snow crept into the winds, lending a bone-biting chill to the forceful hurricane the druid had summoned.

He stood still as the stone guardians he had summoned forth from the earth, watching the hurricane turn into a snowstorm. The giant undead figure waded into the wall of whiteness, disappearing from view. But its echoing footsteps continued to drum upon the earth, though at a noticeably slower pace.

The elf druid sighed. He knew that the snowstorm would not be enough to stop the creature, but at least it would buy them some time. He looked up. Grey clouds were slowly gathering. Just a little bit more time.

Wild birds and beasts began to gather at the edge of the woods. Wolves sat and waited, necks scruffed and noses scrunched. Bears growled and dug into the ground with their huge claws. Snakes coiled in the trees hissed anticipation of the upcoming battle. Not a single animal from the woods had ignored the call of its guardian.

A slight grim smile crept into the elf druid's face. Now all that's left to hope for is that the winds and storms heeded his call just as well.

Another low moan reverberated in the air, louder and heavier this time. The elf felt a supernaturally cold, mind-numbing fear grip his heart. Tears trickled down his cheek as the steel set resolve in his eyes began to falter. The moan continued.

"May the lady's grace save us all." He whispered under his breath as he slowly backed away a step at a time. Fear threatened to overcome him, slowly building itself up into a torrent.

A familiar nudge upon his leg snapped him out of the creature's baleful spell.

He looked down into the eyes of his companion, and knelt by the wolf's side.

"Thank you dear friend. You've been like a brother to me. I fret that we may not be able to see another moon rise together after this battle is over. May we meet again in the lady's grove." He wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck in a warm embrace.

A low rumble shook the skies followed by the loud crack of lightning. The elf stood from the embrace, his cold steely resolve and unreadable iron mask returned to his features.

"Our lady's blessings have been granted upon us." He raised a hand and a series of loud booms and cracks shook the air as streaks of searing white lightning tore the dark storm clouds that had gathered overhead only to be swallowed back into the greyness.

The animals around him broke into cheers at the signs of the blessings that they had seen.

Now, they were ready.

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Rain

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In the mist
Of distance grown
That blessing on lease
Of which none own

Born over seas
Carried upon winds
The mimic of bees
Upon diving stings

That pitter-patter
Of overgrown droplets
That which wash over
Dead deserts

Which follows the wind
As commanded thus
By decree as always been
Bringing life to dust

Heavy as stone
Or light as air
Under mature core
Does trees grow fair

Gray haze
Crystal blessings
Notice through the maze
And His call will surely ring

Attachment and Detachment

2007-05-21T20:36:00.000+08:00

Attachment leads to suffering - So does the teachings of Buddhism preach. So too are most of us inclined to agree. But how true is this?

We can't possibly live alone now can we? How do we exist independently of any form of attachment?

On what ground will you stand if you separate yourself from the world? Of course, in order to transcend this world, you need to break free of this world's ties to yourself.

Suffering is an inescapable truth of being alive. Every living being suffers. Feeling that pain which seeps into their hearts from loss and sadness; from failure and incapacity.

Thus the logic should apply that without attachment that generates these emotions, one should be safe from suffering. How true is this?

A kind of peace that is achieved by detachment from your current life rooted so by your subsistences.

Can you do without riches?
Of course you can.

Can you do without fame?
Of course you can.

Can you do without God?
...

Can you exist without a Creator? How far can you remove yourself from Him? That attachment leads to suffering is a truth in itself. But can detachment solve that problem? Will removal of the self from this material and highly physical existence save you from pain?

What we speak of is an inhuman contemplation in itself. The transcendence and One-ness that Buddhism speaks of could only be achieved by shedding a part of your humanity.

Which part you ask?

The part that cares. If you care not what happens believing that the flow of the universe is inevitable and you understand that all things must come to an end, then you may achieve transcendence. When you release yourself from worldly desires and seek deeper understanding of the scriptures, then will you achieve transcendence. Seek the Way to One-ness with the universe.

As being living in this universe itself, aren't we already a part of it? Aren't we like the blood that flows within the veins of this universe that we live in? Isn't that the source of our attachment?

In what other ways can we transcend? Mentally? Spiritually? How far should we go then before we transcend?

And if the atheist Buddhist says, there is no infinitely powerful and everlasting God who determines all things and created everything around us, who decides when we've transcended enough? Is there a mark to be reached or a limit to be found is not that limit set by someone? By who?

How do you or the universe itself exist without God to create you? By cutting yourself off from attachment to all things worldly, what have you devoted yourselves to? Emptiness?

Thus you've decided to leave behind an existence filled with much gifts for an existence totally empty and meaningless? Detach yourself from all things that you may attain a kind of nothingness called Nirvana. Peace. All this can be achieved without God?

We all develop that belief that attachment leads to suffering because we grow connected to things that are temporary. The natural flow of the world eventually takes away what's been given to us. What hurts us the most is not the attachment itself; Rather, it's the loss of that which binds.

Can we truly exist without any attachment?

If we chose to direct ourselves in the path of removal, will we ever succeed?

Why not attach ourselves to a Being Eternal and All-Powerful instead?

Is it easier to believe in an existence without a Creator filled by a void compared to believing in God?

Change

2007-05-20T21:28:00.000+08:00

The change you see
Announced to be not me
Renouncing it
Calling it an ugly piece

You hate it
Called it fake
But the truth is that
In so doing it's me you hate

Be it so bad
This change you not accept
Pushing me aside
Calling me a stranger inside

How different I become
Is not the point
What triggered your alarm
That has me disjoint

Why hate me so
When goodness is all I show
Is it goodness you despise
Or my actions to you but lies

Can you not see
Extend vision beyond your misery
For intend not I to befriend
One who accepts not who I am

Let go of the past
This change must I make to last
Till death in this way
Redemption for sins of past days

Accept me and my words
Return not to me but with kind words
I wish for you only Peace
Hoping for you guidance through your tears

Giving

2007-05-19T06:40:00.000+08:00

In giving is there much to be received. The most important of which is peace of mind.

The material world we live in is by nature fluid and ever changing. All of it is in a constant state of motion and phasement. Money earned is then spent. Favors made later repaid. Work done rewarded.

Yet how much of our material possessions do we carry to our graves? Will that car be useful for travel when you're dead? Are cosmetics and adornments any good in that grave? Will all your money pay for your afterlife? Does our insurance extend past our point of death? Obviously much of what we use and chase after now will one day be useless when we pass on from this life into the next.

Our wordly life is much like circus tokens; only worthwhile as long as we stay in that circus. Once you leave it'll all be for naught.

Matters not how much treasures you've gathered; It will all leave someday. Hoarding it will do little good for you. There is little use in wealth unspent and treasures sealed away.

Dare you keep all the gifts of God hoarded up for yourself when you need them not?

Many are the poor in this world. But a small amount of your wealth would be enough to make them happy. Enough for a loaf of bread to silence their rumbling stomachs; of a bottle of water to quench parched throats.

Yet...You need a new handphone because your current one is out of date? Or a new dress because the old is out of fashion? New shoes simply because there's a new design out in stores?

Do we really need all these things?

Then comes the question of what you gain from giving. Would you accept it if you gain absolutely nothing in return for giving to others?

If no, why not?

Again comes the question of how much we earn that follows us to our graves. Of the material absolutely nothing.

Then again, why give it when they themselves cannot bring the material to their graves either right? All that you give will be but a material and temporary joy for them too.

If you agree to the above said statement, then perhaps you know not the true meaning of thankfulness and gratefulness.

Starve yourself for a day or two, then break your fast with a slice of bread and a cup of water. Savor each bite and sip.

When you've realized how great a blessing each bite and sip is, you'll understand. And if you remember how it feels to be deprived of those gifts, you'll understand why you need to give.

Aisha(r.a) recounted that someone had presented the gift of a lamb to the Messenger of Allah(s.a.w). He distributed the meat. Aisha(r.a) said, "Only the neck is left for us."

The Prophet(s.a.w) replied "No. All of it is left for us except the neck."

What did he mean by that? Haply it is time for us to reflect.

It is the nature of existence to move on in its cycles. If we stop the flow of things by hoarding the gifts of God to the world, we merely cause chaos with our greed and selfishness.

It is about time that we begin to give. Is it not?

Liar

2007-05-16T23:47:00.000+08:00

Smoke streaming through
Past hands that cannot grasp
Would that I was you
Tiny little short lived wasp

I'd understand what you not see
That has screened you blind
Be what you may be
Breeding poison killing your kind

Sacrifice would you your own
For hurting my self
Drifting lost in smoke blown
Trying to lure me in stealth

Do you not fear the fire
Forewarned have you been
Yet you answer my calls in ire
Even after all that you've seen

Cease and desist
Time still is in your hands
Why continue to resist
Losing in smoking lands

There is no escape
But the way that's been shown
It hasn't been too late
Your soul has yet to be sown

I reach once more to you
My hopes and prayers made
That shown with light the road to truth
The smoke lifted in your soul's aid

Leave your ways
If evil intent
In the way of praise
And for all repent

Karma

2007-05-14T18:42:00.000+08:00

Whatever good happens to you is from Allah; But whatever evil happens to you is from your (own) soul

- Al-Quran 4:79

Men say we get what we deserve. But to what degree does this truth extend?

Wallahua'llam.

People; Many people suffer. Live we in constant toil. That darkness robs us of our sight for goodness bestowed is a real danger.

Look you in times of darkness to the silver linings behind the clouds. In your distress search for the tiniest blessings in your life and be thankful for it.

Even in the worst of times God grants you His gifts. Such is the way of Allah; The Almighty; The Beneficent and Merciful.

Are you grateful?

Many are the complaints as well as improvements we wish could be made of our lives.

"Would that I was rich."

"If I only knew."

"Had I only been elsewhere."

"This cannot be happening."

"Why me?"

"If only I were dead."

"How long will this go on?"

And the list goes on. Questioning the Divine Decree and the fairness of God's choices.

Would that you saw His gifts to you.

The passing day and night, every breath that leaves you, every beat in your breast and every sight and sound you draw in.

Many are His gifts.

Yet all we see is suffering. For Man is born weak.

We make mistakes. We sin. With each step we take we taint the earth we step on. Of our own accord or by mistake. Darkening our lives with our mistakes just as how we darkened Hajjar Aswad with our constant kissing of it. How a stone white and pure as milk could turn ebony as night.

Rightly so it is that we have to pay for our mistakes. Can we say that the punishment befits not the crime? That we now suffer more than we should or deserve to?

Nay! For God is Kind and Fair. Wise. The world has He created with a harmony that runs smoother than clockwork.

Be thankful oh servant of God! Be not a pessimist or a disbeliever.

All ah gives you everything. Throw nothing. Cherish.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so

- William Shakespeare

Journey

2007-05-13T07:09:00.000+08:00

The vultures' circle
That slowly drift
Warning the closeness
Of deathly lease

Crossing alone
That desert span
In hunger and thirst
Of the scorching sand

The dark flaps of wings
Desperately close
Lurk the wind carried
Tasting untouched cold

Break! Shout they
Calling to fall
Break! Shout they
In their wild festive thrall

Will you lose all hope
In the face of death
Or fill you in need
Of the oasis the vultures fret?

The Odd

2007-05-12T09:07:00.000+08:00

The odd; always stands out in a crowd.

The strange; is most noticeable when coupled with the normal.

The extraordinary; far outshines all else when it is in sight.

Would you like to be odd?

Would you like to be strange?

Would you like to be extraordinary?

Is there a difference between the odd, the strange and the extraordinary?

Is a person born with a long tail odd, strange or extraordinary?

What about a man dressed as a clown?

Or a person with twelve toes?

Would you call a person who can lift a truck odd, strange or extraordinary?

What if a person was capable of flight without wings or machines? What would you call him then?

Can you actually be odd without being strange or extraordinary; or vice versa? Can you be one of them without being the other two?

Verily God loves the odd.

But really, what is odd? How do we judge it? How does God judge it?

He is Al-Badi(The Incomparable) and Al-Alim(The All-Knowing).

What do you think? Is there anyone among us now who is odd? Or are we all in one way or another odd ourselves?

Wallahua'llam

Heavenly Words

2007-05-10T21:36:00.000+08:00

A phrase or two
Verses a dozen
Pictures glued
Upon scriptly heaven

Painted words
Lose not the touch
Gathered herds
In graceful march

Such greatness created
Language the form
Penned is all that's fated
Every rain and storm

Beauty wrapped
In whiteness and ink
With but imagination to trap
A world filled to the brink

Read! Says the angel
By God read!
Therein is the worlds
Knowledge buried in a seed

For purer still
The ink of a scholar
As to blood spilt
By a martyr in war

Life comes from...

2007-05-09T22:12:00.000+08:00

The riddle of life is something that seems rather close to impossible to solve. Why do people keep on trying to?

From Socrates to Plato, Einstein to Newton, Scientists and philosophers alike work their hearts and minds out pondering the goings ons around them in a bid to understand our existence.

Where did we come from? And how did we get to where we are now?

When asked what life is, differing answers may turn up. What does it mean to be living?

Darwinism rests upon the belief that all things evolved.

Different religions describe the creation of mankind in different ways.

Then there's a select few that ponder the possibility that man was an experiment by alien beings. Thus making life a giant experiment?

Evolution or creation - divine or otherwise - often brings to mind that all life has a beginning. Beyond that, all life is also determined to have an end.

So these two are the most common traits held by all things that live.

What other traits are there? Breathing? Sustenance? Consciousness? Is that it?

Is that all being alive is about? Have we solved the riddle of life?

Life has a beginning and an end. We judge something alive if it breathes, requires sustenance and is endowed with consciousness.

Where does consciousness come from?

If a creature need not breath or eat, but could talk and move, we won't say that it's alive. Doesn't that make consciousness the most important of all factors in deciding whether or not someone or thing is alive?

So where does life albeit consciousness come from?

Imprisonment

2007-05-08T20:22:00.000+08:00

Touch of the wind
The smell of the earth
Not to mention traces
Of summer blooms diverse

In the smell of life
I hunger for death
Dreaming of dreams
Unfulfilled by time

This embrace so material
Threatens to tie me down
As I soar upon the wings of an eagle
I named my Thoughts Profound

Where I lose the way
Consumed by lust
I beg for a break
For these wings will not last

Temptations abound
In forms invisible
Forging webs of string
With tendrils unbreakable

The satisfaction of food
Of refreshing drink
Pleasures ecstatic
That blind and mislead

All that lures me
To darkness infinity
Threatens to drown
The light I now see

Will it fade
Or the road disappear
As the world creeps up
Covering my ears

The frightful colors
Lovely foreboding flair
Confuse and bewilder
And blind with glare

Oh to be lost
In soiled embrace
Mother earth caught me
In her devilish embrace

Disillusioned now
Sitting with wings ripped
Crooning over moments
That will one day leave

Forgetting the eternal
Letting the everlasting leave
Thinking self free
When truly being caged

The Mute

2007-05-07T20:53:00.000+08:00

They jeered and reprimanded him. Making faces and rude gestures at him. And all he did was smile and walk away.

Crazy they called him. His only answer to them was that same silent smile.

His life was simple. Routine. Work, eat, pray, sleep. And in the midst of it, be maltreated by each and every single person in the village.

He did it all with a smile.

His presence was to them an abomination. The sight of him irked them. Roused their anger and made them sick to their stomachs. He was disgusting; to them at least.

One day, their patience wore out and his presence finally became unbearable. They ran him out of the village.

This too, he did with a smile.

Months passed and he lived out in the wild alone, building a small garden for food and cottage for shelter.

There-in he lived, with birds for company and animals for friends. His smile received by the creatures of the woods with warmth and joy.

One fine afternoon, while he was busy preparing a meal for himself and the little squirrel that lived in the tree nearby, there came a knock on the door.

Opening the cottage door, he was greeted by the sight of a ragged, starved, teary-eyed little girl.

"Oh please, please sir could you let me in? I'm hungry and I'm lost. I've been in the woods a very long time and I'm tired." said the little girl in between her sobbing.

The man smiled and nodded, ushering her in. She rushed in happily, taking a quick glance around the little cottage and setting herself down swiftly by the cosy little fire at the corner of the hut.

Beaming as he always did, he walked over to the fire and took the ready porridge and poured it into a clay bowl, then setting it in front of the girl.

Not a second was lost as she pounced on the meal and gobbled it up greedily. Such a mess she made as she stuffed herself with as much food as her mouth would allow without choking.

As he made his way for the door, she turned to him and said, "Can I have the rest?"

Smiling once more, he simply nodded before leaving the cottage to go to the tree nearby; nuts in hand.

Years passed and the lost little girl chose to stay with him. They worked to build a separate room for her.

Time flew by, him with his constant smiles and nods, and she with her endless talks and laughter.

A number of times she asked, "Why don't you talk? Are you mute?" He would shake his head in answer and smile each time.

The question plagued her and she continued to badger him till he finally gave in and said only one word.

"God."

His answer puzzled her even more. "You're God?" she asked.

He shook his head and smiled. As she had done before, she pestered him till he finally gave in.

He brought her to a huge lake deep in the woods. Sparkling waters surrounded by lush greenery and decorated by the flight of beautiful parakeets and jaysand their endless songs. It was a serenity like she had never seen before.

He pointed at the birds and smiled. Then he said it again.

"God."

The birds continued their singing and flew.

"That's God?" asked the little girl.

"No." He answered.

"That's what they're singing. Praises to God for His Mercy and His Kindness. Praises to the Almighty Lord of the Worlds." Continued the man smiling from ear to ear.

The answer stunned her. Before she could think up a reply, he continued. "I have nothing more to say. Only that."

With that, he smiled and walked away. Leaving a very stunned girl to listen to the tweeting of the birds.

My Love/ My Friend

2007-05-06T19:07:00.000+08:00

So far away
You're standing there
Will you come back
Oh please be mine

We're too far apart
We two were never meant
Not meaning to break your heart
But I've found me a man

Be this true
Truly he the one for you
Must this be so
For me to see you go

I'll still be here
As friends we'll stay
Do not fear
One for you will come someday

So who is he
That's caught your eye
Hope he be good
Better than I

He is special
Kind and good
A man who's touched me
In ways none could

Then I am lost
For your light is gone
But I hope still you're happy
With him who has won

Say not such
It pains me to see you so
I'll still be here
That you should know

I am aware
Your kindness bright, fair
To still be there to show you care
My love

Always speaking of me highly
Comparing to the stars
But I'm not all you say
I'm but a woman with a heart

But to me you are the sun
That light I adore
Now won by right
By another soul

There are better
One who'll care for you
In ways I never could
Trust me you must do

I do
My love
I do
My love

Take care
Dear friend
Take care
Dear friend

Ever Wondered?

2007-05-05T01:55:00.000+08:00

Fate. In whose hands does yours rest upon?

Can you read your future?

Can you or anyone else for that matter change it?

Or does fate even exist? What proof do we have of the existence of predestination?

Have you ever wondered?

The Moon, My Queen, Forsooth

2007-05-02T00:36:00.000+08:00

Would I compare you
To that silver unreachable
Afloat in the sky
The vestibule of my love

T'would be unfair
For your radiance outshines
With beauty unearthly
Etched in rimes

In the phases that fade
Markings upon dates
Lingers you alone
Brightly wrapped in mind

Tapered to reality
None could break free
But for the sight of angels
On earthly dwells grace

Such as you
I have not seen
But in dreamy sights
Saturate oh dancing queen

That sauntering beau
Whose name's not forgot
By the day that accrue
Drawn heart and thought

One to be waned
Calling to be needed
A love undaunted
By that shine of sultriness

Linger on in the skies
Beyond touch, in view
Lain claim by a king
As is properly due

Truth

2007-05-01T01:14:00.000+08:00

Tis' easy to understand and say
That truth in the end does have its way
Unwinding tales spun by men
Through events unfolded as none can

Would such power exist to make
That none can lie in his own wake
Can we live without deceit
And show the darkness that each does reek

Naked then will we stand
Showing our hearts upon a hand
To be read by all who see
In the skies of truth set free

No more masks behind to hide
In sadness no longer smiles as wide
Truth renowned for harshness sake
May in truth chaos make

For shadows must exist in light
Somethings must remain twilight
Grayness makes for much freedom
Somethings are hidden in much wisdom

Should we call for truth-filled world
For one such as that can much unfurl
To make for each much discourse
Of right and wrong to be divorced

Seasons

2007-04-30T23:37:00.000+08:00

Seasons. Approaching seasons. Soft scintillating motion unnoticed by the absentminded.

The world moves in its own gait. We merely tag along with it. Moving along with it slowly changing with the world that changes.

Morphing with the seasons that pass us by. Have we been so thoroughly absorbed by the seasons?

The world beckons with its beauty to the youths of our time. Calling out with the warmth of summer sunshine and the icy stars of winter flakes. Buries us in the soft comfy cushion of leaves in autumn and hypnotising blossoms of spring flowers.

As age catches up and seasons come and go, our hunger for plain beauty is replaced with something much better. Or rather, more complicated. A taste for knowledge.

We begin to question the world and the goings on within it. We start to drown in our explorations of it. In the blazing summer sun and the freezing winter chill. Amid the scents of spring blossoms and the sounds of autumn awnings.

Will we be drawn close to the calls of worldly desires? Will the seasons four follow us to our deaths?

No matter how we avoid it, the world and its seasons affect us. Lend us gait to our movements and influences us in invisible ways and tangible alike.

The question is how do we allow it to affect us? What do we read from the seasons?

"We embrace the idea- advanced by both ancient philosophers and modern physicists -that the world is one. Everything connects to everything; therefore, as we change, the world cannot but change with us. - Marianne Williamson

As we interpret and read the world and seasons in the ways we do, so does the world morph and change; reacting to our perceptions without us realising it.

Where are we leading our world; Ourselves.

Express Yourself!

2007-04-29T13:04:00.000+08:00

The world is waiting
Hungrily grooming itself
For your coming
What'cha waiting for?

Everyone's quiet
Eyes leering at you
Pretentious calls
Begging for a show

Why you staying?
Express yourself

Hoarding

2007-04-28T06:55:00.000+08:00

These words are mine and no one else's. Of a truth that is. Or is it?

By what criterion should ownership of anything be judged? Finders keepers, losers weepers. There's a cliche' we've heard often enough about ownership, or rather the transfer of ownership.

What about ownership makes it such an important aspect of man in this societal state we live in? How does it affect our lives? How does it affect us?

Material ownership has been the source of many disputes among men. In a word, greed. Man's greed for ownership of material wealth and resources can grow to astounding heights.

We live in a world laden with riches and resources aplenty. In the form of precious stones, precious metals, food and water, land and sea and even information. All of it splayed out before us as gifts for a time.

Gifts for a time.

For how long do we retain ownership of these gifts? Who gives us ownership over these things? What right have we over them?

We squabble over our rights to these blessings of God and act as if these were due of us. As if we deserve them. Of a truth, do we?

These gifts of a time, meant to aid us. How long do we get to keep them? What are we meant to do with them?

What we own rarely lasts for a lifetime. One day in the future, everything will be taken away from us. Our lives; our homes; our wealths; our relatives. Every single thing.

Do we own anything or is everything to a truth out of our hands? It appears upon a second glance that all things we hold are merely loaned to us for a time.

One day, all things will pass for nothing in this world is eternal.

So why do we feel the need to express ownership? What rights have we when all things we claim ownership over are mere temporary gifts that had once belonged to another or will one day belong to another?

In the end, we lose everything. So why should we bother to hoard everything that comes into our hands when we all know that in the end we're bound to lose it?

For temporary pleasure?

What I own is only temporary.
All will come to pass.
The greatest form of a man's glory.
Is when his soul releases all ties.

What does a man own?

Nothing. All things rest in God's hands.

So why do we act otherwise?

Burial

2007-04-26T22:25:00.000+08:00

The edge

Look

Far

Below me to the end

Earth calls out soft

With cushion of sand

A Deep___________Cavern

Giant_____________Depression

Big______________________Hole

My_________________________Grave

___________Fall___________

Price of Life

2007-04-25T07:08:00.000+08:00

If the fate of all humanity rests upon the death of one man, would you be willing to sacrifice just one person?

What is the price of a life?

How do you judge who is worthy to live or otherwise?

How is the survival of one person more important than another?

It is a debate that has been encountered by many men and avoided by many more: The question of the price of your soul. Who among us is more worthy of living?

Would you dare to say that Mother Theresa or Mahatma Ghandi deserved to live longer lives? Should Princess Diana be given a second chance at living?

Would you agree that Adolf Hitler and Saddam Hussein deserved to be put to the gallows? Would you say that terrorists like Osama bin Laden deserve death?

What raises or lowers the value of life? Do you know?

An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Blood for blood
A life for a life

Your life for mine. Can we compare the values of our lives? Dare we judge ourselves worth the sacrifice of the lives of others?

Can one person be the price of diamonds while another be less than a penny's worth?

Do good deeds increase the value of your being while bad deeds do otherwise? Are our lives priceless; Or not?

If you had to choose one person to die in order to save the world, who would you pick?

Likewise if you had to select but one person to save while the world perish, who would it be?

Have you decided how the value of life ought to be calculated? What is yours worth?

Would you like to know the answer?

The Law

2007-04-23T21:58:00.000+08:00

The ragged space
Of mind constrained
Seals the face
In tears ingrained

Thoughts undone
Rigid points of view
Stories spun
To destroy the you

Kindness a cloak
Underneath lurks shadows
In softness spoke
Their murderous gallows

Soul-numbing lies
Greedy worldly games
Tugging invisible ties
Of man-given names

Chivalry in Islam

2007-04-22T22:12:00.000+08:00

The root of chivalry is that the servant strive constantly for the sake of others. Chivalry is that you do not see yourself as superior to others. The one who has chivalry is the one who has no enemies. Chivalry is that you be an enemy of your own soul for the sake of your Lord. Chivalry is that you act justly without demanding justice for yourself. Chivalry is(having)...beautiful character

- Imam Al-Qushayri

The code of Chivalry of a Muslim elaborated by Imam Sulami in his "Kitab Al-Futuwwa" :-

That he brings joy to the lives of friends and meets their needs
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "When one brings joy with his words into the life of a believer or satisfies his worldly needs, whether small or large, it becomes an obligation upon Allah to offer him a servant on the Day of Judgement.

That he responds to cruelty with kindness, and does not punish an error
When a Companion asked if he should refuse to help a friend who had refused to help him before, the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said no.

That he does not find fault with his friends.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "if you start seeking faults in Muslims, you will cause dissent among them or you will at least start dissention." Dhu Al-Nun Al-Misri said, "Whoever looks at the faults of others is blind to his own faults. Whoever looks for his own faults cannot see the faults of others."

That he is relaxed and open hearted with his brothers.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "The believer is the one with whom one can be close. The one who is not close and to whom one cannot be close is of no use. The good among men are those from whom others profit."

That he is generous
The Messenger of Allah said, "Paradise is home of the generous."

That he keeps up old friendships
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "Allah approves the keeping of old friendships."

That he looks after his friends and his neighbours.
Ibn Zubayn said, "Someone who eats while his next-door nghbour is hungry is not a believer."

That he is lenient with his friends except in matters of religion.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "The first sign ofintelligence is to believe in Allah. Th next is to be lenient with people in affairs other than the abandoning of Truth."

That he permits his friends to use his possessions as if they were their own.
We know that the Prophet(s.a.w) used to use the property of Abu Bakr as if it were his own.

That he invites guests, offers food and is hospitable.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "How awful is a society that does not accept guests."

That he respects his friends and shows his respect for them.
A man entered the mosque and the Prophet (s.a.w) stood up for him out of respect. He protested and the Prophet replied that to be paid respect is te right of the believer.

That he is truthful
The Messengr of Allah (s.a.w) said, "Say that you believe in Allah, then always be truthful."

That he is satisfied with little for himself and wishes much for others.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said that Alah Most High said, "The ones who love each other for My sake deserve My love; the ones who give what comes to them in abundance deserve My love. The ones who frequent and viit each other for My sake deserve My love."

That he keeps his word and what is entrusted to him.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, If you have these four things, it does not matter even if you lose everything else in this world: protect what is entrusted to you, tell the truth, have a noble character and earn your income lawfully."

That he understands that what he truly keep is what he gives away.
Aisha (r.a) recounted that someone had presented the gift of a lamb to the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w). He distributed the meat. Aisha (r.a) said, "Only the neck is left for us." The Prophet (s.a.w) replied, "No. All of it is left for us except the neck."

That he shares in the joy of his brothers.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "If a person who is fasting joins his brothers and they ask him to break his fast, he should break it." This refers to a non-obligatory fast, not the fasts of Ramadhan.

That he thinks little of himself or his good deeds.
The Prophet (s.a.w) was once asked,"What thing most attracts the anger of Allah?" He replied, "When one considers himlf d hi actions highly, and worse still, expects a return for his good deeds."

That he treats people as he would wish to be treated.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "As you wish to come to you, go to them."

That he concerns himself with his own affairs.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) said, "One of the signs of a good muslim is that he leaves everything that does not concern him.

That he seeks the company of the good and avoids the company of the bad.
Yahya Ibn Mu'ad Al-Razi said, "On the day when the trumpet is sounded, you will see how evil friends will run from each other and how good friends will turn toward each other. Allah Most High says, 'On that day, except for the true believers, friends will be enemies.'"

Loss

2007-04-21T06:38:00.000+08:00

Road pieces breaking
Trudging leaves, man untested
Footing lost, falling

Relationships

2007-04-19T22:34:00.000+08:00

A relationship. Ties between people be it friendship, love or heritage of blood, exists in every person's life.

Is mankind really a social species?

Were we to try and lead lone solitary lives, could we succeed?

What is this craving for companions for? Why do we have it?

Try living without speaking to a single person around you for a day. How long can you last?

O mankind! We created you from a single soul, male and female, and made you into nations and tribes, so that you may come to know one another. Truly, the most honored among you in God's sight is the greatest of you in piety. God is All-Knowing, All-Aware.

- Al-Quran (49:13)

Gives a whole new meaning to the term soulmate doesn't it?

Many among us feels the need to maintain a connection to people. Be it friendship, love, lust or the likes. No matter what form it takes, there is always a form of social interaction that needs to take place.

Could a human being scrounge out a hermetical life without reliance upon any form of relations?

Could you?

How important is a mother? Or daughter? Sister or even brother maybe? Or your father. What of friends?

We've been put in a world full of people to band with to get to know and learn from. What for?

Why do we befriend others?
Why do we love?
Why do we crave companionship?
What for?

For just a day, sit and silence yourself. Do not talk. What will it feel, to not interact? Find out for yourself.

Would you?

2007-04-18T20:23:00.000+08:00

Would you kill me
If I killed you
Or hurt me
As I've hurt you

Once you said
"I no longer love you"
Your choice was made
My life was through

I asked why
You had no answer
Just left me to die
Drowned in my hunger

Now here again
You rub salt to my wound
Dangling me in chain
Watching him become your boon

Oh he is great
I can see that
Worth gold his weight
You made clear, that

So why come back
Why haunt my life
Care you not this empty sack
That you ripped with your knife?

I can't say no
I still want you
Of that you know
I'm sure of that too

So please if there's nothing else
Leave me for dead
This hurting never ends
Long as you're there for me to wait

Please kill me
As I want to kill you
And hurt me
So I can forget you

Cause I can't live
Not without you

Love

2007-04-17T00:17:00.000+08:00

The fuel of love is desire
The end result of it, temporary satisfaction
The spark that begins the wildfire of lust, is the complacency of the soul in guiding the heart.

What is the natural form of it? We've all professed it or identified it at least once in our lives. How many among us understand it?

Is love good or bad?

It has been known to influence a person to do things beyond the norm. Infusing the subject with the desire to please; the need to be needed. Anything would be done for the sakes of winning the heart of the one desired.

What good will that bring? What is a person in love working towards?

Trying hard as he/she could possibly do to seduce the intended heart and gain its trust and love. What happens after that?

What happens after that satisfaction from gaining that targeted love has faded and the fires of emotional highs has dimmed down to mere smouldering embers?

A love as temporary as bodily desires can never last long. Such a love can only be born by an unguided soul whose heart has been blinded by lust.

Then again, how many of us know of a kind of love that can truly stand the test of time?

What kind of love need it be to be able to hold such? Does such love come from a selfish need to please the self, or is it that mystical state of selflessness that some have been known to claim it to be?

What is love? Far too much of what we see of it is tainted beyond recognition.

What is it like in its purest?

Ripped

2007-04-15T00:52:00.000+08:00

The indignation of separation
Burns which the heat of submission
A clause to sight invisible
Of love lived the length of a candle

In pain of sweltering scars
Caged behind milky white bars
Stained by scalding purity
Of a loss struck impudently

The will to not shed a tear
Sheathed in courage against the fear
Come face with riling seas
Of a heart knowing no longer peace

Tendrils swatting back forth
Stirring amuck a bubbling froth
The whiteness of blinding rage
Who against sadness does war wage

Blood for itself
Life for death
Boiled in mud
Of a heart been cleft

Water

2007-04-14T12:02:00.000+08:00

Water. Three quarters of the world is covered in it. A considerable portion of the human body is made up of it. The sky rains of it and tears are composed of it. It is the purest bringer of life. We drink it, bathe it, wash and clean using it and apply it to a thousand other everyday activities around us.

Water. We can't live without it.

H2O. A simple small molecule made of two different elements. Hydrogen and oxygen. What is so special about it? How did it first bring about life? How does it sustain life?

Do you not think it strange that such a simple compound consisting of only two different elements can be such an important figure in the generation of life and sustenance itself?

How much do we know of the true nature of water? Is there any other compound like it?

Water. A liquid that's one of a kind. A liquid with many strange surprises.

It is a liquid that clumps together. A substance that attracts itself and gathers together. This is due to the polar nature of water molecules. Water molecules are positively charged on one end and negatively charged on the other. If not for gravity, water droplets left on their own would form perfect spheres.

It is a universal solvent that is capable of dissolving more substances than any other liquid known to man. A trait which has made it a most effective substance for cleaning and washing.

Water, a substance capable of perfection, yet flawed due to the pull of earthly influence. A substance capable of purifying yet just as easily tainted. A most highly respected creation of God that has been so greatly blessed with gifts so easily overlooked. A weakly creation of God bestowed with greatness.

Man, God's creations made of earth blessed with the waters of heaven. When will we be thankful for it?

Echoes of Friends

2007-04-13T02:11:00.000+08:00

Friends lost
Fading into time
Finding each loneliness
Faced by ties broken by age

Roaming back
Reaching for past unreachable
Reeling in the hopelessness
Rendered true by the years

I find it true
Instilled in the shadows
Iron cold truth
Imminent solitude of old

Each man finds it
Effervescence dulled by the seconds
Enigmatic mysticism
Endured to be by the soul

Now's the time
Never it comes
Nigh waiting for the day of love
Nudging the darkness closer

Din in which they disappeared
Dragging along a piece of the soul
Draping a cloak over the light
Destined as a candle to burn out cold

So here I'm left
Standing alone
Seeing each walk his path
Somberly stoned

Family

2007-04-12T23:34:00.000+08:00

Salman told Abu Ad-Darda', "Your Lord has a right on you, your soul has a right on you, and your family has a right on you; so you should give the rights of all those who has a right on you."

Abu Ad-Darda' came to the Prophet(pbuh) and narrated the whole story. The Prophet said,"Salman has spoken the truth."

- Hadith Al-Bukhari 3.189 - Abu Juhaifa

Living as you do within a family, all you say or do will have an impact upon them be it good or ill. As much as you have the right to treat yourself as you please, so do you have to take into account their rights to care for you as they see fit.

Judge not yourself independant or alone unless your parents have left you and your siblings lost to you beyond retrieving. The ties of blood cannot be broken by time or space.

We walk this life carrying the burdens of our own existence together with the responsibility of being part of a family. Thus have we been given a greater weight. Thus too have we been given a place to turn to to lighten the load of our lonely lives. Cherish it.

Your family is truly a gift. Forget them not.

The Living Dead

2007-04-10T22:42:00.000+08:00

Asunder is rent
The heart of a man
When in woe does find
No soul left behind

As trampled to dust
His home a crushed husk
Search him to see
Corpses, family

In wailing undone
Final strings unstrung
Ghoulish fever does pitch
Numbing throes of unimportant stitch

Life ground to bones
In his dying moans
Promises to be made
Retributions by the blade

Born is to be
In spite blood does see
A cause to avenge
Life named revenge

New purpose found
Death within bound
Renamed the living dead
In stares blinding red

Acres to travel
Steps minor hurdle
Vigour of hatred
Burns in heart battered

Fear him
The fleeting manic grim
One of flesh and bone
Unliving as his broken home

An Exception

2007-04-09T21:00:00.000+08:00

There are exceptions to every rule.
Even to the rule of exception

Daybreak

2007-04-08T09:04:00.000+08:00

Sweet taste of morning dew
Doth linger upon my skin
The hypnotic haze of nature's brew
Hanging upon mid-autumn awning

To hither floats the morning day
Tarrying with the sun
Calling the heart to come out play
Time afresh hath just begun

Come to life birds asinging
Inviting to thine ears
Soul in darkness left withering
Regains much lost years

Morning breath light and fresh
Sends kisses to thine face
Wreathed in invisible sash
Of heavenly scent and grace

The soothing smells fill thine lungs
Sultry, Oh so sweet
The blossoming of nature's songs
Infuse every breath you breathe

The silent whisper of the trees
Tingling in the air
Sets thy soul at total ease
With words both bold and fair

Lay thee down softly
Upon bed of earth and grass
Bring to bare the wild and free
That lurks deep within thy hearts

Let sunlight stream through clouds
Oange, yellow, vibrant red
Singing warmth clear and loud
Paving the day ahead

I Stand Alone

2007-04-07T06:21:00.000+08:00

The boastful only see the best in themselves while the wise see the worst in what they do.

Living in a world where excellence is valued so greatly above all else has made us blind to this fact. And this is exactly what will one day lead our society to its downfall.

How true is this fact? What wrong is there in believing in your ability?

Of course there is nothing wrong in believing in yourself. But how much is too much? An excess of something can never be good for a person. Even if it is an excess of goodness.

Mankind was created with weaknesses. He was blessed with both good and bad. Made in perfection as well as flawed. Understanding this is the key to humility.

"It is a mortifying truth, and ought to teach the wisest of us humility, that many of the most valuable discoveries have been the result of chance rather than of contemplation, and of accident rather than of design."

- Charles Caleb Colton

Every single achievement of ours was built upon chance. All of the future exists only as a result of conditions created in the past.

Had your father not been born, would you be here?

If fire had never been discovered, would man know how to cook?

Without the discovery of wheels, would cars exist?

Without men, can there be women?

Without children would there have been adults?

All that is strong was once upon a time weak. By that understanding will the wise derive compassion. Compassion which is forgotten by the vain and boastful; The self-absorbed.

Selfishness has been bred by the belief of strength in oneself. And ours is a society that greatly values that. That strength. Self-reliance. But man was not made to be entirely self-reliant. Man was not created powerful.

We do not stand alone.

I Miss You

2007-04-06T00:51:00.000+08:00

Each morning begins with your name
Each dream at night ends with your face
Each sigh was sparked by the thought of you
All this just to say...

Religion. Who to Believe.

2007-04-05T14:54:00.000+08:00

What do you choose to believe?

How do you tell between truths and lies?

Many are the revelations of time and God. Just as many though are the fake prophecies of His creations. Of the two, which do you choose to believe?

Some of us trust only what our eyes see. Others are easily impressed by words. Who do you choose to listen to? What do you believe?

Of a truth it is that man is constantly exposed to truths and lies alike. By what do we judge the nature of a truth? The perceived nature of the world we live in ripples in silent change. Moving to and fro in the passing days and nights leaves us impressed in many ways. How do you walk a straight path upon a road riddled with so many junctions?

Always do we find reasons to question all that we see, hear and feel. Thus we fall back on other means than the heart of hearts to judge.

Do we truly know deep down inside? Is the truth clear to us?

The revelations we see, we doubt. And we seek other means of finding the truths of creation. Will we find it after a time or are we meant to forever be lost?

"Turn to guidance" says some of us.

"What guidance?" ask others.

In God I chose to believe. In the Almighty Creator I rest my trust. Doubt not have I in His revellations for no matter what questions I have, only He is the All-Knowing and All-Seeing. Only He holds the truth of all truths.

How do you tell a lie from a truth? God alone knows.

Just You

2007-04-04T01:04:00.000+08:00

Filtering through
Just filtering through
Every moment that passes
Which leaves me without you
Without you

Holding on
Barely holding
Feeling my grip
Slowly breaking away
Breaking

Screaming your name
No one else but you
All that I hear
Is you
Nobody but you

Making no sense
None of this makes sense
It hurts to think of you
But it's all I do
All I'll ever do

Wanting to stop
Trying to stop
Yet here I am
Loving you
Still

Fragmented
Broken and fragmented
The day you left
I died
Shattered

Thoughts no longer correlate
All other emotions feel fake
All that's real is love
For you
Just for you

Burnt away
To smoking embers
In smouldering dreams
My sanity slipping
Slowly slipping

Who am I
What
Answers I can't find
Me a mere shadow
You left behind

I want you
Need you
I won't force you
Only beg you
Please

On my knees
I am nobody
Nothing
Without you
Here without you

Charred and brackened
Cluelessly dead
Without your light
My world's a poisonous black
Poisonous black

Now I walk
I trudge
Lost and alone
With no way back
Stumbling

Time passing
Slowly going
And all I can do
Is just filter the memories
Leaving nothing but you

Just You...

Growth

2007-04-03T23:44:00.000+08:00

Age, the cradle of wisdom

Experience, the mother of compassion.

Love, the source of humanity

Hate, the father of destruction.

As age creeps up upon a man, and experience comes to his side to be his best friend, love will grow or hate may consume.

The choice between the two, is entirely in his hands.

What will he choose to end with?
That understanding may his guidance be.
And in comprehending peace shall find.
In written deeds a story left behind.

White Dove

2007-04-02T21:26:00.000+08:00

Lovely white dove
Purity incarnate
Fluttering above
Upon wings of grace

For you the heavens
Made your cage
Your wishes given
No askance too great

A beautiful soul
Lurks in your eyes
Warmed by the hold
Of your enrapturing smiles

Untested by time
Your immortal grace
The beauty sublime
Of a thousand praise

Innocence you hold
Gripped by your shell
That fragile gold
Of a powerful spell

Threatened by darkness
Weak by nature
Yet that very weakness
Becomes your allure

Pretty white dove
Sampling of purity
Nought for you but love
Do I have to give

The sadness in your eyes
Reflected in tears
The love in your sighs
That consumes all fears

Devotion you have
Wrought by your beauty
An addictive salve
Of skin upon skin

For your every touch
And your gentility
My life would I vouch
Till the end of eternity

Remain you untainted
In a world of grey
Forever protected
From mankind's spray

If ever you're tarnished
Or your whiteness fade
Tied by the leash
Of humanity's fate

Here still I stand
For you I wait
Holding out my hand
To you behind this gate

I pray such not
For you my dove
Stay you forever uncaught
Aflutter in your grove

Forgotten

2007-04-01T01:27:00.000+08:00

Death. A sacred rite or a mere passage; A rebirth or a final stage; The closing of a book or simply turning of another page.

It has always fascinated us. Mystical yet natural. Feared and inevitable. A frightening prospect yet truly a blessing in disguise.

The most clear end that each and every person will undoubtedly face and yet, most easily forgotten in the coming days.

Remember it.

Devil's Call

2007-03-31T14:38:00.000+08:00

Bouncing bodies and tapping feet
Feel my rythmic beats
Swaying to and fro
To tunes that feed the human soul

Come one come all
Frivolous joy has made its call
Upon strings pulled taught
Accompanied by the drummer's bop

To the sound of singing and screaming
That bares the soul and emotional quaking
I call you down to join the play
Of bodies wild in trancelike sway

And say not no to my creed
To set you free with pumping beats
The clash of cymbals to fill my song
And chorus that calls to sing along

Roll my lyrics on your tongue
Sing to me the tales I've sung
To plaster stories of favored youth
Drawing life within my groove

Do you not feel it
Coursing through body in heat
The magic I weave in my song
Reaching out to the gyrating throng

Guitars thrumming shrill
Playing smoke high as hills
The call of the musical lords
The summons of mortal gods

To me dancing queens
Harken breakers and moshing teens
Gather round the voice of youths
Carve your breaks in time in grooves

My Heart

2007-03-31T06:16:00.000+08:00

Where is my heart?

Be it strewn across the land? Tiny little pieces seeking to be found dangling upon strangers' hands?

Or does it flutter wild and free like the wind? Unpredictable and irrepressable it flows to and fro with abandon. Then where is it now?

Has it found itself in the cage of love built upon it by sweet words and promises? Hope do I if that be the case that this captor is kind in nature and angelic in demeanor.

Does it lie cradled in the arms of a woman? One so dear whom I call my mother. If so then I pray for her more than ever.

Is it then shattered to broken bits? Lying in shards and minuscule debris. Lost beyond saving and ever finding. Oh woe is me then.

Or has my heart found its way deep into the darkness of hatred and fury? Does it now consume itself in blind rage and reckless vengeance?I wonder where my heart will lead me upon such a path fiery and red.

Has worldly treasures stolen its virtue and sense of direction? If so it must be truly lost now.

Or does spirituality hold a grip firm as earth upon its sense of purpose? If so then blessed indeed is my heart.

Dearest heart of mine, where hast thou gonest?

Leaving

2007-03-29T20:09:00.000+08:00

Lay me down
On earthen bed to rest
Water this parched ground
With coolness hope it's blessed

Blanket me up
In cloth, earth and stone
Leave me with the grubs
That chew me down to bone

Pray that I'm learned
Free with my wealth on earth
For all that I treasured
Only knowledge would aid my rebirth

Beg the angels pair
Would kindly be to me
With softness and smiles fair
Set my soul at ease

Cry not as I fade
My time has finally come
Freed from a world so fake
To spend a time in the ground

Hope against hope for peace
That torturous flames not lick my skin
That kindness has bought me my lease
And forgiven are all my sins

My final breath taken
My last words uttered
Prayers last spoken
Before the light in my eyes muddled

Lay me down
On earthen bed to rest
To no longer tarry around
In this life that I have left

Hurts

2007-03-28T18:36:00.000+08:00

It hurts to be human. It is human to hurt.

What is "hurt"?

Hurt:
1) to inflict phyical pain
2) to cause emotional pain o anguish
3) to suffer pain or grief
4) to cause damage or distress

A word synonymous with pain. It makes a person human to feel pain. Be that pain physical or emotional, it hurts just the same. Why is it human to hurt?

To hurt is a weakness. Feeling pain is a weakness. Being human means being born with a weakness. It is to be born human that makes us weak. Our only strength lies in what is known as our "Aqal". Our ability to think.

Hurting helps build the humanity in a person. Only in suffering does the human soul mature.

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philosophic mind.

- William Wordsworth

It is human to hurt because it is human to be weak. And it is human to hurt because it is human to learn and grow. Pain marks change and the breaking of bounaries.It is the cost of wisdom and learning.

These are the reasons why life hurts so much.

Chameleon

2007-03-27T01:16:00.000+08:00

Can't decide
Am i black or white
Drifting forth
In my discourse

Who I see
Makes the current me
Red or blue
Determined by you

What's understood
The fleeting notes of the flute
Always changing tunes
Unnoticable in the shifting dunes

Lost in colors
As my mask falters
Where is the me
In this colorful sea?

Simplicity Abstracted

2007-03-26T21:39:00.000+08:00

Abstraction or simplicity; Which is closer to the truth?

All things bear a simple disposition that can be abstracted.

The complexity within the working mechanisms of all simple things is not something to be trifled with.

As you delve deeper into simplicity's web, you'll find that it is itself a complexity impossible to understand.

The readily accepted truth is always simple upon the forefront.

1 + 1 = 2

A simple equation.

The world is round. An undeniable fact.

The sky is blue. An obvious observation.

My name is Abdul Aziz. There is no point in denying that.

All these are facts apparent and easily digested at first glance.

But what happens when you abstract it and begin to question their validity?

Numbers are mere symbols. An equation a combination of symbols. A sentence.
1 + 1 = 2
If you chose 1 to represent a pair and 2 to represent a single object, then this equation would be wrong would it not?

Thus you would have to first identify what the numbers represent before you can first justify the sentence that this equation brings to bear.

Questioning that symbolism tat everyone has grown to accept as a given, is a form of abstraction. Is this something that can bring you closer to the truth?

AS for the shape of the world, long had it been assumed to be flat until the times of philosophers such as Pythagoras and Aristotle.

Earth-shaking as this discovery was, people slowly began to change their perspectives and belief as bit by bit the vacuum of outer space was unveiled and the elliptical nature of our planet is uncovered.

Abstraction most often changes perspectives. Enforces sometimes new beliefs. What was once readily believed was replaced with a new reality. How long before people stop and think and uncover a new reality to that very belief?

Had people been satisfied with the belief that the world was a flat surface and that the entire universe revolved around us, where would we be now?

Had the near circular nature of our planet not been accepted and believed, would the simple truth of the flatness of our world be a reality and a truth?

The reality of the blueness of our skies is undeniable. Or is it?

What happens when you put to question the existence of the sky? Is it even matter? Is it of any particular color at all? The only reason we see the blueness is due to the naturally greater refraction of blue rays among the seven rays of sunlight's color. Thus we detct the mere abundance of blue light around us.

An object is said to be of a particular color due to the fact that all other colors of the light's spectrum is absorbed except for that particular color we see the object in which the object reflects. But the sky, is it an object? Is it reflecting any of that color?

It refracts sunlight through the difference in density between our atmosphere and the vacuum of outer space. Thus it is not the color of the sky that we see but the bending of light that is observed. The sky is in truth made of colorless gases.

So is it colorless or is it blue?

And the name of a person. What makes one name right and another wrong? What is acceptable and what is not?

If a given name is disliked, can a person change it? Then who is to say one name is a truth and another a falsity?

There are many matters in whih we choose to simplify to avoid losing ourselves in the trails of abstraction. Is our hunt for truth really a wild goose chase?

The Earth

2007-03-25T23:05:00.000+08:00

The land quakes in fear
Shivering beyond control
It feels the end of years
And how its bones now feel old

Days grow ever longer
As the sun skips to its youth
Growing ever shorter
The delay of impending doom

The skies twirl confusion
Clouds spun overturned
Raindrops not waiting their turn
Still man does not learn

The signs have shown
Written in woes
Their covers are blown
Yet concern they do not show

Chaos in its roots
Has begun to fester
With faces covered in soot
They burn on their desires

Upon sun baked land
Icy whiteness was glittered
Do you not understand
Have you not pondered

The world now trembles
Buying its time
Buried in battles
And endless crime

Candles of wisdom
Snuffed out one at a time
Fading to chrome
Arts no longer enshrined

All's lost
In that dying breed
Their lives their cost
When time ends their deed

The land in fear does quake
But why don't they?

Happiness and Sadness...Life and Death

2007-03-24T14:11:00.000+08:00

Where does life begin or end? Are the sad really dead and the happy truly alive?

The lives we live rarely seem to satisfy our needs and wants. Living in strife more often than not can leave a person weary and drained.

As the burden grows heavier, your legs begin to tire and the distance stretches. Do you walk the endless path in silence and gloom or with the cheery disposition of the sun?

A life led in melancholy rarely seems worth the suffering. Simply enduring the pain from beginning to the end of time may leave you a living zombie. Nothing more than but a husk of a broken man.

Does such a depressing existence truly exist?

Is such a depressing existence warranted to be called living?

Smiles. Smiles brighten up our day. They are a sign of hope. The guardians of joy. Happiness begins with a smile. And what is life without happiness?

So every person strives to his utmost ability to achieve that joy.

Once happiness is infused into life, it becomes thoroughly fulfilled. And happen it might to you.

The joy of having all your needs and wants fulfilled and experiencing true freedom marks the opening of man's dream lives.

Happiness marks fulfilment. Fulfilment draws the line for the form of life that is led by a man.

Sadness comes from the lack of fulfilment. Lack of form for the life of a man. But should sadness be the final note of a man's life?

Should death and sadness be or are they ever the same taste and feel?

What will life look like lived in despair?

Does only death hold the answer?

The Simpleton

2007-03-23T18:03:00.000+08:00

The simpleton cries
His heart torn asunder
His beloved now lies
Buried and plundered

All lay in ruins
Distraught by war
Ravaged by grave sins
Of hearts cold to the core

All his power stolen
Life taken away
His face entirely ashen
Drained by dismay

He stood now a wight
Eyes deathly cold
His soul now in blight
To revenge existence sold

The simpleton reborn
Hungers for blood
Tainted and torn
Bleached now he fights

A demonic spirit
Remorselessly sharp
Anger burns in timeless fits
To the tunes of ghostly harp

The trailing past become
Striding the lands in search
To the swing of the blade he hums
As to the ground blood's splurged

Blood for blood
Tears caked dry
Softness grew hard
The day the simpleton died

The Future

2007-03-22T08:20:00.000+08:00

The world. It moves. Changes day by day. Slowly revolving and evolving. There is a constant beat to it. Bleeding the present away to make space for the coming future.

And every action we take helps to further mould that future into shape. What will it look like at the end of the day?

How we change the world, is entirely within our own hands. But the clumsy hands of man never fails to fumble while he's toying with his own fate. Thus more often than not, consequences beyond our expectations are a common end result.

And in that way, fate and future is unpredictable.

Look around us. How much we've changed the world. The way we've sculpted every brick and stone not to mention layered every street and moulded lands. What have we done?

We call it civilisation. The advancement of mankind. How much have we trancended above our past?

Claiming embetterment above the past is very boastful indeed. The big question is how we back that claim up. What do we hold now that is of truly great import to us?

When we compare us now to our ancestors, are we any different from them? Is that difference an improvement?

That power to meddle with fate has gotten to our heads.

Power tends to corrupt. Absolute power corrupts absolutely - Lord Aston

We have let the gift of control over the path of our future blind us. We see only the future we wish to see, and we strive to mould the passing days to build a replica of that image.

By whose permission do we do so?

Who is the one who is truly in control?

It cannot possibly be us. We lack that absolute totalitarian insight into cause and effects to truly become the masters of our own fate. We but fumble and pull upon strings within our reach hoping to arrive at a desirable result.

Knowing. It is what we lack. The knowing. The more we learn, the less we feel in control. And we cover that helplessness by exerting control over what we can. As we gain, we bend it to our whims. Do we then realise how much toll control exacts from us?

Look at our world. What's happening to it?

How have we come to be in the position we are in now? Can anything be done about it?

Of course, we'll try to correct our mistakes. Perhaps make new ones along the way. In the end we'll stumble. But into what?

Trickling Waters

2007-03-20T17:02:00.000+08:00

Clouds in tears
Upon freckled cheeks;
Greeted in cheers
Though melancholy reeks.

Trickling on by;
Droplets a thousand.
By your company cry;
The foolish love's errand.

Bemused and assured;
The rain shall to pass.
Sadness acquired;
Shall by the days depart.

In the filter of mist;
Of watery wonderland.
Shadows guide by the wrist
And trail by the hand.

Dancing to a song;
The beating of a drum.
A beat dragged long
By the rain's whispy hum.

Why so glum?
Ask the earth and air.
For tears have been strummed
By sadness in one so fair.

Who may this be
That stirs such emotion?
Queries then the sea
And the vastness of the ocean.

All who listened
Answered in tears;
Tis' our love imprisoned
That's filled skies once clear.

And the blessings;
They continue to pour.
To accompany the strings
Strummed by hearts that tore.

It spoke to them
In voice and silence.
There there my gem;
I share your grievance.

And so I look
Upon the passing rain.
Whose peace was took
To live once again.

Inquiry

2007-03-16T19:32:00.000+08:00

What is the spirit of a question?

In a world rigged by reason,is there a place for the chaos incurred by questions?

Beliefs can be crushed by the proper question. Doubts raised are more tha capable of bringing about the downfall of an entire nation. And religion can be shaken down to its roots by endless queries.

Where do you stop asking?

The thin coating of reason we wrap around our sanity is easily torn asunder. All you need is the right question.

What is the purpose of a question?

For good or ill, a question brings change into view. The spark of chaos lives in the minds of men in the form of doubt. And some recognise it as the true form of humanity's freedom.

What is the spirit of a question?

It is the soul of a man. For without it, he is nothing more than a machine.

God alone knows all things. For everything else, we merely question.

In Your Lies

2007-03-15T21:27:00.000+08:00

May I be deceived
By the lies you weave
To remain in darkness
Suspended on a harness

Swinging wild and free
Caring not what I see
Than be caught in truth
Trapped by reality's roof

Swimming in dreams
Hoping you tear it not at the seams
This illusion you gave
I wish to keep to my grave

But life has its ways
Dispersing the haze
All that's left
Is but cold bereft

A stinging abscence
Shrouded in dark cadence
As the walk continues
Loneliness in lieu

The trees whisper
While the air's filled with laughter
Watching the trudge I do
Of a man blind without a clue

Wishing once again
For dreams spent
To be lost in your words
Feeling as free as a caged bird

Immortal

2007-03-14T23:32:00.000+08:00

There was a man who lived through history. A man who saw yesterday's future as it passed by him. Living through time, a part of the world yet apart from it.

He was a historian; a sage; a learned man.

Watch he did as time flowed in its endless twists and turns. Observing the changes in the river of ages that left him withered.

His timelessness was his gift. His curse.

Lives entered the world and exited in the blink of an eye. He watched them come and go. Short meaningless existences. Beings most often with little control over the paths their lives would take. A strange sight they were.

Desperately grasping at every moment of joy and satisfaction as they did, he saw them lose their puny little souls in the reverberations of the river. And wrote down their journeys he did.

Each spark presented an experience. The man, he realised the value of what he saw. Of what they lived.

Yet they did not. Engrossed as they were in their own lives, they could not possibly see what he saw. Only he understood. Only he realised it. Only he was removed enough to understand it. And all he could do was look.

The man witnessed wars break. He listened to tears and laughter. He trembled at the sight of blood and violence and shook in anticipation of joyous celebrations.

He lived with them. But he could not die with them. Among them yet removed from them.

Immortality was his curse. The source of his alienation. His loneliness. So he watched them away from the crowds and alone. Secretly fearful of growing attached to them. He did not wish to experience loss.

Detachment was the source of his sanity. His wisdom. His self.

He was a historian; a sage; a learned man. Living till the end of time.

Our Hours

2007-03-13T23:43:00.000+08:00

Hours. They come and go. They mark the passage of time and break it to bits.

Though a seemingly large amount of time, an hour is really pretty short. Passes by in a mere glimpse. It quickly trails away like water. An hour is rarely enough for anything. Especially not learning.

How many hours make up a lifetime? Let's say you're bound to live up to the age of 65. A day is made up of 24 hours. That adds up to about 168 hours a week. Or 744 hours a month. Or a whopping 8760 hours a year. Multiply that by that good old 65 and you'll get a grand total of 569400 hours. That's a good deal isn't it? So much time.

What are we doing with all that time? Say you sleep exactly 8 hours a day. That adds up to a total of 189800 hours spent asleep. That leaves you with 379600 waking hours.

So much time. What do you do with all that time? How much worldly experience can you gain? Will you learn anything? Is that enough time to absorb all there is to know of this world as well as the next?

With so many hours at your disposal, what will you waste your time doing?

Hours will come and go. Mesh them into a single lifetime and what will you get?

She Hurts

2007-03-12T08:44:00.000+08:00

Citrus scars
Line these hands
Mangled by time
To foreboding ends

Seeking soul
Bent to breaking
Wiorn by age
And stares unending

Divided attention
Delving in sin
Touching the forbidden
Fearless in the din

Screaming pain
That none notices
Smiling away
ignoring the captious

Will you listen
Or understand?
Or ground by blindness
Bind her hands?

All she asks for
Is a friend
All you need do
Is be one and understand

The Cripple

2007-03-11T04:22:00.000+08:00

The crippled mind
Struggles to define
What is
What's not

Searching a point
Thoughts anoint
Too many
Uncaught

Simmering in the sun
Trudging weighing a tonne
So much work
No rest

Vision slowly breaking
Following paths cracking
Nearing end
Close to begin

The crumpled heart
Beats ragged part
Thumping
Too soft

Hell frozen over
Flames sinking under
Icy chills
Biting the bone

Left to chance
No energy left to prance
Grounded down
Motionless

Dying Thoughts

2007-03-08T20:43:00.000+08:00

Suicide. What could drive a man to the brink of it?

We are naturally inclined to fear death. So what could tip the scales in favor of death?

Approaching the point of cracking. No one could possible realise it but the self. Perhaps even the self does not fully realise the implications of his own personal thoughts.

Suicidal thoughts and wish for death easily comes at the face of problems monumental beyond solving. But these thoughts are rarely strong enough to provoke action. Simple words such as "I wish I was dead" escape our lips and are taken as mere words. Few among us recognise its ability to escalate into something more unlikely as it may seem.

It is best to stay from such thoughts. Simply wishing you're not there, hoping you were only dreaming as well as wishing you were someone else are merely some alternatives to suicidal thoughts you could use if you get them.

Loss. It all begins with loss. The crumbling of everything around you. When it starts to break down, you try to patch everything up and staunch the flow of the lifeblood of your existence out of your being. But as it slowly continues to bleed out, yoou're inching even farther away from your reasons to live.

When all's lost, you'll be empty. Is an empty life worth wading through? All that's left is simply to escape. And what way is there to escape life?

It all begins with loss and ends with the final loss of life.

Suicide is not chosen, it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain.

Or perhaps it is a choice. Can you choose to live with nothing to live for?

Blind

2007-03-07T21:25:00.000+08:00

Burn my soul in the cold
Revel in the flames of my bones
Do as you wish when you will
My soul is yours to kill

Twist my spine and make it crack
Turn my skin to but dusty specks
Hollow out my rotting mind
My self is yours to take and grind

Break my fingers and my toes
Relish the soft cracking of my woes
Toy with me as you would an ant
My heart is yours to break and bend

Spew acid upon my face
Scald me forever in disgrace
Do as you wish and like
I will not hide behind my pride

Take what you will of all that is mine
I care not of what you take
I count not what I give
All that I see is what you've given me

Pain
Pleasure
Hatred
Love

What I see now is nothing
For the day I lost you
Was the day I lost my sight
I am blind. Always have been.

In a Hug

2007-03-06T17:57:00.000+08:00

A hug. We all need one sometimes.

That simple gesture that says 'I'm here for you."

One act that can sum up "how I miss you."

You know that when all else fails and words no longer cheer you up, a hug will do.

Says "I'm close" and "I care."

In the swift moment telling you "I'll be there."

All things can be said in one single hug.

In smiles or in tears, a kodak moment.

Points of Views

2007-03-04T02:01:00.001+08:00

Points of views. Everybody has one. Some are similar to a completely startling degree while others are as different as the sun and moon.

What is interesting and what is not?

Where lies the good and the bad?

What do you see?

What do they see?

What is there to see?

In a picture is painted a thousand words. In it a million emotions and just as many unwritten feelings.All you need do is find the right point of view. Is there a right point of view?

Can a movie be shot with only one camera angle?

There are times when we feel we are right. Times when we think we understand the whole picture clearly. With a million and one different ways to look at a single situation, how do you know that you're looking at it the correct way? You can't be sure that you've seen all the minute differences in viewing it. And you wish to say that you fully understand the situation?

Impossible!

Dare I say more? What is this point of view I bring up? Or is there even one? Do you see what I see?

There may be little to be plucked from this menial little entry but if you look at it the right way, there's probably something to be learnt. A hidden message perhaps.

All that needs to be done is for it to be seen the right way.

The Rose

2007-03-03T23:51:00.000+08:00

A rose is rose
No matter the color
Be it black or white
It still is a flower

A rose is a beauty
One has to ponder
Though thorny and rigid
Favored by lover

Soft to the eyes
Yet not to the touch
A dangerous thorn
Loved very much

A rose is a rose
Worth the pain
A drug of the heart
I'd taste once again

Humor

2007-03-01T08:24:00.001+08:00

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he ears, however measured or far away

- Henry David Thoreau

We are all different. Different temperaments and variations in behaviors abound from person to person. Time and again philosophers have strived to classify our behaviors into archetypes to better understand our characters.

What are these temperaments? There's the Choleric, the Melancholic, the Sanguine and the Phlegmatic. Each experiences varying degrees of both positive as well as negative emotions.

Also known by the name of humors, the discovery of the temperaments theory was credited first and foremost to Hippocrates(460 - 370BC). Hippocrates believed that certain human behavioral tendencies could be attributed to bodily fluids he knew as humors.

Let us delve into these four temperaments in further detail.

The Sanguine:

The Sanguine represents the extrovert; the talker; and the optimist. Sanguines hold the temperament of "blood", the season of spring and the element of air.

A person prone to Sanguine personalitiy tends to experience an exceedingly high amount of positive emotions and less negative feelings. This group of people are generally optimistic, cheerful and even-tempered. A really fun-loving and popular bunch.

The Choleric:

The Choleric represents the extrovert; the doer; and the optimist. Cholerics hold the temperaments of 'yellow bile', the season of summer and the element of fire.

Choleric personality archetypes tend to be a driven and ambitious lot. They are a bunch prone to exceedingly high amounts of both positive and negative emotions. Though natural leaders, the Choleric is a very short-tempered person easy to anger.

The Melancholic:

Being an introvert; a thinker; and a pessimist, the Melancholic is characterized by 'black bile', the season of autumn and the element of earth.

The Melancholic dwells much on negative emotions, oft drowning out what little positive emotions they experience. They are a very depressing bunch often lost in their own contemplations. Creativity and poetry comes naturally to Melancholics though their perfectionistic nature more often than not leaves them dissatisfied with their creations.

The Phlegmatic:

Representatives of the introvert; the watcher; and the pessimist, the Phlegmatic soul's personality is tied closely to 'phlegm', the season of winter as well as the element of water.

Being calm and detached is part of the charm of the Phlegmatic. He experiences little negative as well as positive emotional input. Generally self-content and shy, the Phlegmatic may appear lazy and resistant to change, preferring a more stable, consistent and relaxed state.

Four temperaments, which are you most like?

A person may be most like one of the four humors or even turn out to be a mix of the different temperaments. But understanding your tendencies will give you a clearer picture of yourself.

What's your humor?

Find your temperament.

The Final Day

2007-02-28T20:00:00.000+08:00

You lead your life watching
For that day just waiting
Perservere you know you must
Grinding earth and stone to dust

A sad path it is to take
To walk the road in Devil's wake
Wear it down you must do
Bear the miles till all's run through

Witness you do the passing of night
Under the gleam of pale moonlight
Touring the city of the dead
In boots of steel and cloak of lead

Until it comes the day awaited
When soul's unclung and body remitted
With smile or frown you whisk away
Unburdened of judgement delayed

Principles

2007-02-26T01:45:00.000+08:00

My principles are dying.

The whole world is breaking apart. Rather, my whole world is breaking.

Who's to blame for this?

What's there to blame?

Circumstances? Principles ought to be the guiding light through the maze of life's circumstances. They should never be snuffed out by situations faced along the way. If they do, it's all my fault for letting it happen.

People? Have the people around me contributed to the bending of my principles? All of them saying "it's alright." Their incessant proddings nad suggestions. Their guidance. Well, had I stood by my principles, and never wavered, it would still hold firm. That still makes it my fault.

Perhaps it's fear? Fear of being ostracised or punished. Fear of being judged may have been what shattered the foothold of my principles on my life. If that were the case, then it is the fault of the coward that my principles are gone. My fault.

Temptations break me too easily. I can barely hold on to my principles perhaps. Still my fault.

No matter what the reason, it's all my fault. That much is established.

What are principles?

Conditions. Rules to live by. Principles are my purpose for existing.

My purpose for existing...

And I have let my purpose die. My principles in life are gone thanks to me. My principles are dead. And so am I.

Sunrise

2007-02-25T08:13:00.000+08:00

Sunrise on pale blue sea
Dress the clouds in vermillion gleam
Denote the passing of twilight
At the edge of orange seams

The call of waking morning
Utters out a name
Whose smile clear as day
Puts nature's light to shame

In the chill of morning's air
Drifting close to leafy dew
The smell of warmth penetrates
Exotic heat and cold eschewed

The touch of warmth you exhude
Blankets me in radiant cold
Fluctuating between the two
Keeping me constantly on my toes

To the lapping of the waves
Morning seagulls sing
Swaying past incoming breeze
Songs fading in the wind

Your voice I hear in my wake
Sends tingles all through me
Drowning out all else to date
Setting my trembling soul at ease

Day's beginning holds me high
Lighting the way for the rest
Under the shimmering orange
I felt my very best

But oh to hold you near
Hear your heart beat after beat
It's all I'll ever need my dear
To taste the joy heaven's kiss

Neurotic Thoughts

2007-02-24T01:04:00.000+08:00

Between two moments can exist a million thoughts.

What are thoughts? What generates them? Do they have any physical signs of existence?

Electrical pulses within the brain generates information and coagulates them; storing memories and thoughts for later reference. A process ultimately named intelligence. Hardwired neurons transfer thoughts and communicate ideas in the brain. A complex circuitry much like the computer. How much of it is similar?

If the brain were as said to be a mere organic computer, would that not mean that thoughts function as per programs and softwares? Mere computations derived of electrical pulses.

Neurons bursting with energies tell our bodies how to react and what to think. How much control do we really have over what we think or do or even feel?

Millions of cells make up our earthen bodies. Do we really exert any control off these microorganisms or are they the ones really in control of what we do and how we think?

We are like kings ruling over a single country with millions of microorganisms at our bidding. Yet a king isn't always the lord of his followers. There have been tales of kings who were mere puppets set upon the throne as dolls to be controlled by their advisors and such.

Advisors who whispered ideas and suggestions. Ideas and suggestions that at the end of the day become known as the king's own.

Do neurons do that to us? Are our thoughts manifestations of millions of tiny little single-celled organisms?

Each mental picture we generate and every single brain activity recorded is set in motion by electrical pulses. Pulses made by different neurons. Neurons that react to conditions. Neurons that seem to know when to do what they do. Neurons that are perhaps independent of our control.

Picture these neurons as our advisors; flaring up to tell us when we're being hurt or tickled or caressed. Our main source of information and knowledge. What can we do without our neurons?

Can we possibly have any thoughts without them flaring up?

Are any of our thoughts really our own? Satan threatened to lure man away from the straight path through whispers of temptations from every side. Could he have meant the neurons and nervous systems of our body? Did he mean our thoughts?

Between two moments can exist millions of thoughts. How many of those are truly the thoughts of you as a sole spiritual being? How many of them are electrical pulses generated without your conscious consent by those neurons beyond your control?

Thoughts anyone?

My love

2007-02-23T00:07:00.001+08:00

I could whisper to you my love
Words flowery and sweet
I could tell you tales
Of how you make my heart skip a beat
I would shower you with kisses
Drop down on my knees for you my dearest
If that were all it takes to prove your worth
Then a million more I would do my love

Shower you with passion and longing
Embrace you with care deserving of a queen
Give to you all that I can
You will be my everything
But of course you already are
My sun and star
My food and air
You my love are my life

These words I utter come from the heart
Not a single syllable's a lie
Believe you me when I say
These feelings grow stronger with each passing day
Each thump of my aching heart
With breath accompanying
Screams out with passion
Calling out your name

Thoughts of you flood my mind
Close to the point of bursting
You whom I cannot leave behind
You who I am still here loving
Years may go on by
Still my heart will stay true
Be my emotions accepted or returned
My love will always be for you

Even if I should see you go
Watch my heart shatter without your glow
And drown as I may without your presence
You will always be to me my love
My one and only
My queen of hearts
And above all
My everything