Straight up to the horizon,
I feel the wind is blowing away,
As the air gracefully sways
nonchalantly flew its own way,
and my arm swings the bow
of my wooden archer,
aiming to wherever it leads
Hitting on one hit wonder,

as the tip of the eye arrow
Ends my endless sorrow
closing my eyes
I'm poise from my elbow
up onto my wounded shoulder
Releasing it with a breeze
as I was regaining myself to breathe

As the arrow
flocking through the air,
Like a roaring bear,
as I'm standing
On the highest peak,
shooting the arrows,
But I feel tad weak,
for I have awaken
The enemy's streaks,
for I have awaken,
a war amongst immortal
has just begun

Stark raving mad her sadness
At having to please and oblige others
In matters of wanting to do
In wanting to write
Or be an author
It's absurd to think of another
Let no one ask their neighbour

"I want to hear the words breathe
Their breath here my soul to live
Further on than where it should
Let my ink flow till I feel no more
Dusky skies peek out the door
Shadows wane past evening tide
Darkness floods and still I write"

I could see the nimble swallows glide
Reaching pretty clouds that swirl and slide
When they are tired and weary
In my secret backyard they go to hide

I could touch the whisper of the grass
When the wind breathes
The sombre murmur of the woods, the bending of trees
The sound of leaves in the swaying breeze

I could feel the rhythm grow
The music that pours in the driving storm
Thinking heartfelt deeds that make one glow
And lovely thoughts that keep one warm

I could hear the lazing dull frogs sing
A sad funny lullaby in between
The angry bang of thunder once lightning moves
The trashing noise of rain on roofs

I could reach far from where I've been
Further than the winding steady road that goes
But I would rather leave my heart at home
When the dear rain falls.

I hear my happy thoughts sing
Of shapes and sounds the April rain brings,
To faraway yellow hills I will go
To seek the throbbing rainbow's end

I danced along the unseen track
The path that leads to once spoken dreams
For these thundering dreams I will keep
Till at the last turning we shall meet

At the beating of the greying rain
I will find my home again
In the deepening of this world
I will find my rainbow's end

i like to watch the butterflies as they flutter round
with elegance and beauty and colors that astound
lots of different patterns many different things
oh what joy to nature this lovely creature brings.

flying all around as gentle as can be
colors on display for all the world to see
just to watch the butterflies means so much to me
they fill my heart with love and make life feel so free.

Hentian tak bermakna tiba
kegelapan tak semestinya hiba
keindahan tunjang sehingga pucuknya
bukanlah anugerah dalam sekilat cahaya
sambungan cerita kita yang punya
tapi beza adaptasinya
terkadang patah renyuk tak disangka
terkadang wangi semerbak bunga
terkadang terik memancar sinar
terkadang kaku kelu membisu
namanya perjuangan masihkan kekal
entahkan wujud entahkan binasa
menggapai semua mampukah kita
menyelongkar hingga tak ketemu jua
masakan diri menongkah jaya
moga memijak di alam nyata
agar sempurna gambaran selamanya....

Tonight you treat me so sweetly
Your smiles come from the cheek
Your words make me falling deep
And will you still love me tomorrow?
Days go by fast endlessly
You are there when I always need
I am always be yours and only
Will you still love me tomorrow?
You care for me like a little girl
You don’t feel hurt when I’m not doing so
You keep telling me “is ok baby, you are strong”
You always believe in me when I’m not
You love and miss me
And how I know?
Because you are not telling me though
You treat me so sweetly and I am drowning
Will you still love me tomorrow???