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Melaka Jude Jul 2016
A Dark cloud rolls
Across the evening sky
As smooth as a pillow
But as mighty as the Giant 'Phy'

A few drops at first
Nothing to worry about
But as a low distant rumble is heard
Created there is "a shadow of doubt"

And suddenly, "BOOM!" shouts thunder
"FLASH!" says lightning
It sounds as though
The Gods are fighting

And down below
In fields of green lush
Nature is awaking
In this torrent rush

"Hallelujah" shouts the flowers
As they open up to the rain
"Hooray" shouts the bushes
As they are covered in a haze

"At last" says the trees
"We were tired of waiting"
"Haaaaaah" says the grass
As though just awaking

And a boy alone
On the outside varendha with a book
Calls to his mother saying
*"This is nature at its best, come on and have a look"
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
Your eyes are the stars
Of my own little world
Brightly they twinkle and glow

Your words are like water
From a sparkling stream
Singing to me as they flow

Your touch is as gentle
As the morning sun
Strengthening with every pass

To be with you
I consider myself lucky
But worried whether luck will last

When I see you laughing
And smiling with others
When I see you talking with someone else

Flames of anger
Flames of envy
I feel them like the ringing of bells

In my arms to hold you
To never let go of you
To protect you with all that I have

To make you my queen
In the world of my dreams
That is my dream and plan

So please don't leave me
Be always beside me
Cause I love you more than anything else.
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
A soft breeze rolls in from infinity
As I remember the joys of my childhood past
I see a toddler playing in a sandbox happily
As I recall a happiness which never did last

I see a sacred face among hundreds
Facing the fears of a new school
I see a wide grin as that same face
Now plays joyfully with his friends in a pool

I see a sad face as he sees
His childhood friends for a last time
I see a determined face in a classroom
Now striving to be the one who shines

I see a proud face now shaking
The hand of his principle accepting his award
I see a happy face now thanking
His lord and our god

As all these memories wash over me
I see my future goal
And like the petals of a flower which open up to the sun
I let my future unfold
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
A four way crossroad
A decision to make
Each one leads onward
Which one should I take?

The one that goes deskwards
A pencil in my hands
Words shall flow like water
from the tip onto the pad

The one that goes skywards
My dream I shall grasp
Villagers call my
Stethoscope to their hearts

The one that goes northwards
Riches I await
Meet people from around the globe
Maybe that's my fate

Or the one that will go everywhere
No destination I shall have
Stories from here and there
A camera for a pal

A four way crossroad
A decision to make
Each one leads onward
Which one should I take?
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
Him and her
Us and they
I and me
Might and may

Day and night
Land and sea
Sun and stars
Faith and belief

Love and war
victory and defeat
joy and happiness
tidy and neat

Shoes and hats
Frocks and shirts
Pants and bottoms
Lovers and Flirts

Ying and Yang
With a little bit in both
A world apart
But an inch too close

You and him
Him and me
Me and you......
*Opposites and Equals
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
Rejected,rebuked
Insulted and deprived
There came a day
When I sat alone and cried

A day when no laughter
Managed to escape my lips
A day when happiness
Walked away shaking its fists

A day when not even
My dog brought me a smile
A day when all joy
Was at a distance of a mile

A day when all the clouds
Seemed to me a dark grey
A day when even my friends
Brought no happiness my way

A day when all I heard
Was a distant ringing bell
Reminding me of the sadness I had
Reminding me of hell

A thousand piano notes
Could not end my mourn
The day I wasn't happy
The day I was alone
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
The life of a writer isn't always a breeze
There are bumps and potholes along the way
The fear of lack of creativity
And the fear of rejection
Are always among his troubles
But once that pen touches the paper
He is free

All his feelings
Whether it be pain,sorrow,joy or anger
Are instantaneously converted
Into a story or a poem which will be cherished for generations to come
A piece constructed by comparing feelings to real things that make everything seem so weightless to him
For once that pen touches the paper
A writer is free

As free as the eagle
Soaring through the evening ski
As free as the cheetah
Running through the Saharan plains
As free as the dolphin
Swimming through the vast depths of the ocean
For once that pen touches the paper
The writer is free
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