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shaqila Nov 2012
I need to pen a poem about him,
As he wanders in circuses far and wide,
He makes the people laugh and
Cry in delight,
With his pink hair and red nose,
He is quite a sight,
He sometimes rests after a day of entertaining,
But after the facade is wiped out, only droopy lips remain,
He wonders how and when the sun sets and rises,
Like a lost lamb, he sometimes bleats softly to see if anyone hears,
Standing tall but feeling small,
He walks the paths of many gone before,
He makes the whole world laugh yet waits for the one who will make his soul smile
I see him,
And willingly meet him in the silence of the wired worlds,
Where words abound and sense of time is gone.
;)

© shaqila
shaqila Jul 2013
They all stood around her, bowed quietly, watching and reflecting and remembering how this day was anticipated. Each engrossed in his/her memory of her and how they saw her eventual end.

Tom thought, ‘Perhaps if I had talked to her more often, this would not have happened’.
Hilary thought, ‘I should have prayed harder, maybe if I was better, then God would have heard my prayer’.
Annie thought, ‘I told her a million times, don’t do that, it will **** you. I guess it finally did’.
Ralph thought, ‘Why didn’t she just call me like she always did?’
Sam thought, ‘Wow, she finally did it, just like she always said she would!’
Andrew thought, rather methodically, of the steps that she would have taken to reach the final destination.
Gene knew exactly how she did it! Hell, if she revealed further, some would say, she even instigated the whole thing.
Pam was undoubtedly gloating, ‘Now she could have it all – the man, the cash, the jewellery ...’

No one knew though that she was watching all of them from just above, hovered in a corner. She was surprised that she could hear them think even though it was in whispers. She was sad, and happy and in fact after a while she smiled, ‘on to plan B now!’ She was looking forward to all the frightful nightmares she could give each one of them. Heaven can wait or possibly hell but if it’s going to be eternity, she has certainly got a lot time in her hands.
Just then, she felt a vacuum **** her in and she jolted back into her body. She could see them, in fact, her eyes were open but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even blink!!


The Doctor arrives and lets the family and friends know, “I’m sorry, she’s comatose and right now I am unable to tell you much, we have to keep her here to run further tests! It would be best if just one or two of you stay with her.”
They look at each other and without saying much leave the room one by one.
She’s watching and actually screaming and shouting but no one reacts; to them she’s motionless. She curses and finally stops and just stares at the ceiling.

**That was five years ago; she’s in a beautiful room now but she’s still just staring at the ceiling...
Note: The above story and characters are purely fictional and if there’s any resemblance to someone you know, it’s purely coincidental, really!
shaqila Sep 2009
A kiss entwines the souls of two
A kiss says I love you
A kiss brings two people together
A kiss says no matter, whatever
A kiss binds friendships forever
A kiss says I’ll be back, whenever
A kiss creates the longing of two
who have traveled together
the journey of life and demands that
the lips that kissed shall, no, MUST
embrace each other once more..

By shaqila
December 2001
shaqila Apr 2014
It’s always Monday here with the hustle and bustle of the boisterous marketplace,
Negotiations carried out over loudspeakers and hailers,
It’s never without a fight.
It’s always Monday here with the cries of half-dead swans and suffocating dolphins,
Collateral damage is a word used loosely,
Now that the main guy is here.

Last night was a good night, befitting a Sunday’s catch,
Rest is only for the lost and lonely on a lovely Sunday night.
They brought them in, lined up in rows of ten,
Nothing on but a white singlet and pretty underpants.
They cowered in fright and tried to huddle,
The whips flew as freely as the flies that came to meddle.

It was not long till your turn came
Pretty as a rosebud
One man claimed
Smooth as a rose’s petal
Another one gleamed.

It was all too real for you and you fell dead, in silence
It’s always Monday here, someone said,
She was so pretty...
As they carried you on their back
to dump you in the truck
to throw away the body
just outside the city.

It’s always Monday here, said the man shaking his head,
as he went to the playground to fish
for another haul of fresh blood and good meat!

It’s always Monday here...
Someone said...
© shaqila
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shaqila Aug 2013
Pawny, the orange stray played with her
That was odd
The crows chattered outside her window
The mynas silently observed from the fence
Dear Mr. Cooper never left her side
It was not unusual that the day was cloudy
It often is here in the equatorial
The accompanying heavy gloom in the sky
and all around was not the norm though
As passers-by seemed to mention

The smell of fresh jasmine was in the air
So much fragrance couldn't possibly come
from one plant
The chatter of the sparrows were toned down today
But only a clever observer could have noticed

She called everyone to say hi
She never calls, everyone knows
Still the others didn't know, couldn't have known
Even she didn't know
That today was to be her last day as a physical being

She went to bed just like on many other nights
Tossing for a while playing her sudoku
Which usually lulled her to sleep
When she awoke, though she thought
it was morning, it seemed like she was sitting near the sun
She looked around, her old friends, dead friends
were all around
Kimmy was there and so was Pompy
She felt so happy, she didn't even bother to ask

Only the sound of loud wailing
shook her a little
and there in the cloud she saw
a moving picture
Of her dear ones crying
And she laying there, almost smiling
As lifeless as the flowers placed on her
Pawny - a cat, Mr Cooper - a dog, Pompy - her first cat, Kimmy - her last cat
shaqila Nov 2012
The universe beckons,
I hesitate,
Arms wave, come hither,
I hesitate,
Behind, I am pushed,
In front, I am pulled,
I...hesitate
I am not as I used to be
I used to run but now I can't even crawl,
And thus,
I hesitate...
shaqila Mar 2014
The weight of the nation upon my shoulders
It feels like,
Grief, hurt, one more word, one more goodbye, one more hug, one more kiss,
It's not over till....
No survivors, they said
No more hope, they said
Go home, they said
Do what needs to be done
I hold you all in my heart
I feel your anguish, your hopelessness, your helplessness
I feel and wish it weren't so,
But it is, but it is,
I feel the weight upon my shoulders,
Rest is miles away
A smile is too difficult to behold
Thank you all for trying
I must rest but I cannot
Beware be warned
An empath's in the house...
shaqila Jul 2013
Thou shall not ***** is pretty much a tenet at the temple
Listening to dhamma talks, trying to digest and
Perhaps be a better/not so ignorant being
Along come you, master or mistress of annoyance
I can’t tell, your looks deceive
I suppose my black jeans must have been
The attractive factor
And the cool comfort of the a/c and
The close proximity of us humans
Of course you came, you love it
Well to be fair, you love blood, right?
But seriously at any other place
I’d do away with you with a slap and or
Maybe a heavy blow
But come on, this is where
The Buddha’s teachings are propagated
If temptation is your thing, you’ve chosen the right place
You know what, I’ll ignore you and who knows, it could be bliss
Really, what do you do, Oh Master of Zen?
Do you intentionally **** the annoying vermin or
Tolerate it and let it **** your blood
In front of you and just scratch the itch later?
Oh Master! Oh Dilemma!
Thou shall not ****! I know! I know!
True story btw, i didn’t **** the mossie but it lingered with me throughout the session – perhaps it was a long lost soul, hahaha!!
shaqila Jul 2013
a quiet storm brews despite myself
within deep down treacherous grounds
longings yearnings wishing hoping
life's loud hoorah awaiting

quaking through the soul
like vibrations of old
lies the storm ready to unfold

meandering through valleys and hills
life's corners and curves
hitting a brick wall
now ready to fall with the wake
of the storm within
soon it will be monsoon again!
Inspired by the Gatorade drink flavor, 'Quiet Storm'! Thanks DC for the suggestion!
shaqila Oct 2011
As clouds roll by
I stand alone in your arms
Wrapped in warmth in this cold, cold wind
It feels like home
Even though I know it’s wrong
It feels like home
Watching the clouds roll by

Can it be my destiny
To love and not to own
Can it be the reason
For this old soul to live
Being one with the souls that I’ve met
Being touched only to part again

As clouds roll by
I look amazed at your sight
Is it the cold, cold wind
That draws me to you
Or is it the gentleness of your smile,
Your touch, your love, your care,
We walk hand in hand
We laugh, we smile, we kiss, we embrace ..

As clouds roll by
shaqila Jan 2013
Where were you
when they called me ‘keling’ and ‘pariah’?
Where were you
when my grandparents arrived in a boat?
Where were you
when my kind slogged the railway tracks and roads?

Where were you
when they called me a snake and a rubber tree loafer?
Where were you
when they tore down my temples ‘coz there were one too many?
Where were you
when higher education was denied ‘coz some quota had been filled?

Where were you
when my kind were killed in prisons?
I didn’t know it was a crime to look like a black rapper with earrings;
Where were you
when my grandmother wept the first time she cast a vote?
Where were you
when my grandfather laughed, shaking hands with the Tun seated by the Brit?

Where were you
when I proudly held the nation’s flag up the Everest and in a squash court?
Where were you
when I wept at the sound of ‘Negaraku’ heard thru’ muffled speakers and a loud silence?

One Malaysia sorry *** was once believed but now delusional
When my kin are likened to toilet paper
Used when needed and then discarded!



@ shaqila 21/1/2013
shaqila Jul 2013
It is a tedious thing
This bathing Boo
You hold him down
While I hose him
In the while we both get wet
I lather him with Sandy's home made shampoo
for dogs, no less
Again we get all lathered up as well
Now washing it all away
Boo begins to smell delicious
you hold him for a while longer
While I towel dry him and
off he rushes to the grass
And rolls on his back without a care in the world
We laugh and walk inside and we make love...
We make sweet playful love..
of course bathing the dog is a sweet aphrodisiac, surely you knew that...haha!
shaqila Aug 2013
A zero on its own may hold no value
But add a zero to 10 and behold you get a 100
And the value of zero seems to increase exponentially
Just think in terms of 100,000, add a zero and walla! it's 1,000,000

So, it gives rise to the question
What is really the value of zero
Does Zero mean nothing?
Or does it depend on how you place it?

What if a manager said, 'the production showed zero growth rate'
Would the management shout in glee or consider firing?
Is it silly to think zero is valueless when logically
adding zero at the end of any number only makes it more by tens?

Yes, I'm certifiably crazy but that is not the point!
The point is life is full of paradoxes
So why is that we adamantly stick to one theory of belief
When any number of theories could be true or not
like birth and death and yes of course 'God'!
shaqila Aug 2013
I think I was nine
And thought the world was mine
But my mom shouted at me
Insisting I eat some rice and curry

I decided to run away
Coz’ that’s what
Trixie Belden would have done
But I couldn’t go very far
Coz’ I wasn’t allowed to cross the road

So, I climbed my 12 feet guava tree
And sat on the comfy branch
After a while mayhem began

It was getting dark
And my family was searching me out
My name was shouted, all around the house
Inside, outside, front and back
But nobody so much as lifted their head
To see me sitting there
Quietly smiling at their frantic expressions
“Oh dear, oh dear, where have you gone?”

I took two biscuits with me
When I ran away
But it was many hours since
And my tummy was growling
I wished someone would look up
The tree and find me
Coz’ this was getting a bit weary

Finally, my dad arrived and
My mom rushed out
“Our daughter is missing,
Please go and report!”

My father whom I thought
Wasn’t very smart
Was calm and collected
And only laughed out loud
“There she is!” he pointed at me
Up the tree
“Come down this instant or
You won’t get to eat any rice and curry!”
shaqila Jan 2013
We met in poetry land where words abound like
Beaches with sand
It was moving, your profile, that made me glance
Your way a little while
Awkwardness succumbed to curiosity
Communications were established through technology
What seemed like quiet conversations,
Has now become heated discussions.
The intellectual discourses
Blossomed into discourses of a different kind
When hearts meet, is it not divine?
This beautiful love story has an end
The end as written in fairy tales, happily ever after
Happily can only be translated on earth
As joy mixed with laughter
And sadness mixed with tears
The ever after, of that, I’m sure
A thousand years have passed and
Still we are here
And so even if another thousand years should come
We will still be here
You and me, happily ever after!
shaqila Dec 2012
As I lie beneath the starlit sky,
Thoughts of you and I fill my mind.
Not knowing how or why,
We meet in this grand old starlit sky.

I cherish each text,
Delivered with love, humor and adoration;
The darkness that you feel is you,
Will, hopefully, fade into
The light, which I claim to be.

Never going nor coming,
This path feels uncertain,
And steps are shaky as untraveled paths are said to be.

Living in the moment
Of stillness and glimpses of grandeur from above,
It is all I see now.
Perhaps the stars will lead me home,
As they did not so long ago,
When seafarers roamed the ocean,
As I now, roam the earth beneath the starlit sky.
- By the soul farer! -
shaqila Oct 2013
Happy birthday doesn't seem to suffice
When the one you love is all so nice
So here's a poem from my heart
Hope it reaches yours though oceans apart

Bless the day when you were born
When angels sang and heaven was forlorn
Losing you was not their aim
But the time was ripe, all the same

Tears  were shed in the heavenlies
Your mates up there threw you a gathering
I was there and feeling sad
You said don't worry, I'll find you, yet!

That was some decades ago
And here we are found and found
Elliot York was to be born
To create HP, so we no longer need to mourn

Almost a year, oh what a ride
is it amazing, that we're still out of sight
visions of future laughter furnishes my nights
my days are not so bad with you as my guide

wishing you well and wishing you gain
wisdom and wealth and hopes and dreams
Four plus nine is not so young
only a little while more and we'll both be done
shaqila Oct 2013
Ocean apart yet together in our hearts
“Can you hear me, can you hear me?”
Poor reception, this phone, urrrggghhh my sister
Life goes on and on
Cooking, cleaning, working around the house
Shopping, shopping
Gifts to buy, Shoes to find
Friends and family come to visit
Yet sorely missing the one apart
“Can you hear me, can you hear me?”
Morning and night, days run out
Time to go, time to meet
Tears are hidden, Cries held inside
Glad to see you, why do we have to part?
sister comes to visit, leaving her other half behind,
then, has to return, leaving her only sister and family behind...
shaqila Jul 2010
Come In My Son! Come In My Son!
That’s all I hear, morning, afternoon, night
Sometimes I step out just to test if she’s watching
There it’ll be, “Come in my son!”
I can’t help it, my best friend Malik, lives across the road
Not even a road, just a dirt path.

“Bombs will drop on your head or
The white soldiers will carry you away!”
Ha!Ha! That’s what she says to stop me from going
They don’t look scary, They’re always laughing on television

I’m not scared, my brothers have gone to join the army
And so will I, when I’m older
I will shoot the enemy, I’m not scared.

Like every other day, today
I crept out my door,
I could hear, “Come in my son!” but I did not bother
As I saw Malik, I ran to play catch with him
A sudden blast made us turn and look at my house
It was no more
The roof had fallen in, half standing walls
Amidst dust and smoke
And the sound of a jet plane flying by

The whole row in front of us was gone
Except for Malik’s house and the place we stood
I can still hear my mother’s voice
“Come in my son” she always said.
© shaqila 2003
shaqila Sep 2013
Who am I to want more
than you can give?
Cry
shaqila Jun 2013
Cry
Sometimes it's good to cry
and sometimes it's good to hold your head up high
Knowing when is where wisdom lies
Tears must flow, a way of cleansing i'm told
they're precious much more than silver or gold
But this too shall pass as the wise men often say
Hearts grown numb from constant hurts will one day be okay
shaqila Jul 2013
Distressed, Dismayed
Disturbed, Disdain
Distant, Feeling Disconnected
Worlds Dislocated
Disgruntled, Disorganized,
Dismayed, Drained
Disarray Abounds
Dispersed into Nothingness
Dead, Ditto, Ditto
of Dance, Delight and Dreams
At the passing of my beloved
Death Draws Me In...
shaqila Nov 2012
Some days i feel pretty, some days i feel eighty,
Right or wrong i must go on,
Believing there is a meaning behind
this chaos called life,
And that here i do belong...
shaqila Apr 2013
I love you is never enough
I don’t just love you
I ‘so much more’ you!
I yearn for more of you
Another sigh, another song goodbye
Another minute, another giggle, another mmm and aaaahhh
Talk to you tomorrow does not suffice
What if it’s too late, and I don’t get there to tomorrow
I’d willingly forgo tomorrow if now could be extended a little while longer
It is not fair, what we have
So precious so rare
Yet so far, so long, so urrrgghhh!!
I want you and I want you now
If words could cuddle, I’d hold you forever just here just now
I love you is not fair
When I want so much more of you, from you
To be with you, to hold, hug and canoodle
With you forever and ever
But Now!
shaqila Jul 2013
Feverish calamity besets the lovers
Devilish in the spite of the enemy
Where intensity of love exists, in a moment it might transcend to hate
Fiendish rivalry between love and hate
Results in love’s cherished heart dismayed
Whether in spite or love betrayed
Like a million arrows arrayed
Across the heart and
Beats stopped
For want of
Little
Less
Of hate
And now embalmed
In cowardice
Life deviates
Nothing like love betrayed
Feeling numb and used are enlightened feelings of hate
Be gone now, fever and all
I must hate now, and forever more!
shaqila Aug 2013
Forever, have you seen it?
Like eternity, it's unfathomable
Buddha says, we're part of this 'forever'
Till our hearts are enlightened

Forever, it's too far away
What about the end, finality, closure
What if this is it, our momentary time on earth
No heaven, hell, rebirth
What if this is all there is
No second, third, fourth chances
Forever but only now

So many gods, so many ways, so many interpretations!
What if, this is it?
Brain dies, you die, end of story!
shaqila Jan 2015
**** plunging short black dress,
Maroon lipstick, just so,
Perfume sprayed
Just a hint here, here and also here,
Clutching the purse
she steps out;
Entrapment laid.

There he awaits,
blinded by beauty and lust,
not aware
the trap has been set.

A light brush of cheeks,
perfume inhaled deeply,
Smitten, trapped.

Coyly smiling,
this is too easy, she thinks.
shaqila May 2013
And then the kisses stopped,
And you faded away
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Th­e evening sun was providing some
Light thru’ the netted windows.
Your shadow gently falling on me
With you not far behind
I held you on my *******
And then I could not breathe
Your face so near I could hear you think
I dared not take a breath lest
My lungs collapsed.
And so I held on
As you lost yourself in my kisses,
But I shudder as I open my eyes
For what seemed so real must have been an illusion
Coz’ you are not here now
And perhaps it was only a dream
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T­he kisses stopped,
You faded away.
shaqila Mar 2013
Thank you everyone for the inspiration!!

for more info http://www.un.org/en/events/poetryday/
shaqila Aug 2013
I walk through the jungle dense
with majestic trees forming a tattered roof over my head
Misty sunshine peeping through
filling the air with an aroma of fresh greenness
My thoughts are focused on following the path
laid by those who've travelled this way before
I can hear distant sounds of chattering birds
I know I won't go hungry
I carry on, determination marking each step,
I must find what I had lost
The momentum pushes me forward and farther and deeper
I can hear the sound
I track closer and closer
It's going uphill, it's a struggle
It's near, I’m reaching
The path opens up to a clearing
There, in front of me, is the river
Flowing east
I reach the bank and there I see
A rainbow hovering over the waterfalls,
Welcoming me as with tears of a long lost friend
I stand there for a moment to take it all in
I remove my heavy clothing and slide in
It's cool and shocking at first
Then I submerge and ball up and just float in the river
It sounds like a choir of trees, water and music
I hear music
I lift my head out to breathe
The sky is blue with clouds floating by
The sunshine blankets me from above and
The cold river cushions under
Relenting, I smile
Realizing I've found heaven
Mesmerized....
shaqila Mar 2014
I thought I was home
It appears I was wrong!
Nothing to do with the US btw!
shaqila Jul 2013
Hungry ghost – the real deal or just a metaphor
Always hungry, never satisfied, more, more, more
It’s not just food,
It can be fame, fortune, acceptance and even love
Given but wants not met
Takes but never enough
Always striving, wanting a little bit more, gaining a lot but always in want
Struggling, always planning, restless for that thing, unreachable
Taking, taking, taking
Wanting, wanting, wanting
Am I then a hungry ghost?
shaqila Aug 2013
I am not ordinary but then I’m not extraordinary either
What am I then?
I am the culmination of ancestral miracles and generational transformations
With star particles thrown in for good measure
I have the remnants of palaeolithic homosapiens
And the dust of stars from a million years away
I am not ordinary yet I’m not extraordinary
There are many me(s) on this earth
And I’m inclined to believe in other universes as well!
I am not ordinary, no sirree;
I’m just a conglomeration of stardust derived from stars a million light years away!
shaqila Jun 2014
Oh Lord, show me your love they speak of that flows like lava down an erupted mountain
Oh Lord, speak to me with your voice so tender that silences the Leviathan
Oh Lord, who calms rough seas and opens up paths across oceans
Won’t you speak now so I can know?
That voice that trembles the enemy
That voice that shakes the earth’s core
That voice that moves rugged mountains
Speak, so I can be moved too!
................................................
The thunder raged,
The skies poured down rain,
Oh, hush elements!
Can’t you see I’m trying to hear the Lord speak?!
The flowers sprung after the fresh rainfall covered the earth,
The grass swayed in the wind and flew far and wide,
The butterflies fluttered about and the birds started to sing,
I could not hear my Lord.
Why so silent? Always silent!
Go on, speak to me with your voice so I have to cover my mouth like Job and hush
Go on, Speak!
The rain drizzled,
This time slowly washing off the filth from the windscreen
Not realizing the plank in my eye and the clot in my ear,
I refused to get rid of....
Oh Lord! Speak to me!
Still I shouted and whined like a baby without its bottle...
When your heart is closed and your mind takes over
The voice of earthly reasoning often shuts off the heavenly voice...
shaqila May 2013
I die a little every day it seems
When I close my eyes and fall into nothingness
And at times the short-lived death is made all the more furious
With knights fighting and demons slaying and the occasional dragon appearing

What  a risk it seems I take that, this short-lived death on any other day might
Shove me into a forever nothingness
I still go there every night just to test the waters
I die a little every day it seems

Oh, what I would give for the daily deaths to be a prolonged one
Then into another world I’d go
My world, from forever more and till eternity
So, I’ll die a little every day till I reach home
My home...I... want to go home...
shaqila Mar 2013
Amidst the calamity of self-righteous politicians,
I step into my mandate of securing my homeland,
A village is in trouble, they said,
They failed to mention the looming hidden weapons of destruction.

First, my brother steps into the snare,
I follow suit for no man in our team falls alone,
Ensnared by the enemy, alone and nowhere to run,
We stand and fight until we all fall down.

Apparently, it wasn't enough that we had fallen,
They chopped us up and made us spectacles,
Of hatred and feudalism, that oozed from their souls,
Our death not in vain as the villagers are safe,
Why then now the bigots bicker so?
In honour of the fallen soldiers in Lahad Datu, Malaysia.
Terrorists attacked the town of Lahad Datu in east Malaysia, claiming that Sabah (a state in east Malaysia, part of northern Borneo) belongs to the Sulu Sultanate.
As of today, situation partly under control but remnants are being tracked down.
shaqila Jan 2015
Death beckons us all
It is like change
Always present
Always a little frightening
Sometimes sad
A little threatening
Whomever you think your Maker is
Death will direct your soul to him/her/it
Whether you think you ascend to the heavens or
Become nutrient for trees
Each abiding just waiting
Life a living
Too much to bear
Too little sometimes
Through it all, I’ll hold your hand
I’ll be there
I’ll hold your hand
I’ll hold your hand
shaqila Aug 2013
I love the smell of your hair after a shampoo
I love how the sound of dogs barking ruffles you
I love the sight of the scars on your hands
I love the way you try to hide your legs
I love your vampire teeth showing when you reluctantly smile
I love the way you heartily laugh at my jokes
I love the way you strum nothing into a tune
I love your random songs and play on my name
I love your hold on my hand and warmth therein
I love the hugs and cuddles and nuzzles you bring
I love the feel of your fingers against my skin
Just one more reason to show how you are endearing
The tingle I feel every time our ***** lips meet
Makes it difficult to continue working when you’re there watching
I love how you speak of Higgs Boson so intimately
No other person I know can quite grasp this theory
I love the way you play with Vladimir and Kimmy
Your kindness and concern shows, amidst playfulness,  it’s so funny
I love your mean pancakes and your hot morning coffee
I love most things about you, why don’t we marry?
shaqila Jul 2012
I’m a wild child
Explored much, invested much, observed too much
I have danced in the dancing wind and laid naked in the crushing waves
My arms have stretched around the world
The shenanigans of unfiltered words
The crude behavior of unschooled actions
Have driven away the hearts of the expectant
I deny not my actions
For they come from the plain origin of the wilderness
I am a wild child
Gutted by trees in the forests and soothed by dewdrops from the branches
I speak not the language of man
My voice it carries across through the jungle wild
In screams and laughters and sometimes loud shrills
Like my friends, the apes or the enemy, the dressed
I am a wild child I know
I can’t be contained – I cannot be housed
I must run as with the time that never stops
I must run now – before the traps ensnare
The cliff awaits, the river calls, I leap into the sky and dive and I am gone!!
shaqila Aug 2013
One by one, the leaves of the tree gently fall to the damp ground
I don't care
The mynas sing their varied tunes of jubilance and excitement
I don't care
The sound of dogs barking in the distant envelopes the atmosphere
I don't care
The sky is grey with rain clouds, almost melancholy
as the sun tries to push through its rays
I don't care
The gurgling sound of the neighbor's water fountain marks the present
I don't care
Now, the children are running in the park, stealing time to play before the rain drops
I don't care
Swishing, chirping, woofing, whooing, splish-splashing, screaming
.............
This poem is not finished
*I don't care
shaqila Jun 2011
In my moment of sheer desperation,
I sold my soul to the devil.

All at once my life took a 180 degrees turn;
I won the 4D for RM10,000.00,
I got the writing job I’ve always wanted,
I found the man of my dreams,
My company landed a million dollar deal,
I was bubbling over, embellishing the happiness I have not felt before.

Then, one day the devil came to see me,
Payback time apparently,
He asked me if I would like to pay back all that he gave me or
Would I like to buy back my soul,
I told him I would be happy to buy back my soul.

In the devil’s world, payback is easy.
A soul for a soul, a  life for a life.
So whose soul would I want to trade- in?
My soulmate…no too painful,
My dying cat…no cats don’t have souls
My ex …..mmmm perfect.

So that’s what I did that fateful night,
The devil came and I redeemed back my soul with the soul of the ex…
Since then, I am still embellishing in the happiness,
While someone, somewhere cries over the death of a dear one,
Oh wait a minute, she’s actually rejoicing…high insurance benefits!

And so it was, in my moment of sheer desperation,
When I sold my soul to the devil.
shaqila May 2013
I stole a kiss when you were not looking
I’m sure you didn’t mind
Your lips looked so tempting
Mine refused to decline
By now you probably know it was me
Who was watching you all the while
And not the cat across the hallway
Which you thought looked like mine
‘Coz when you looked up and saw my face
Your eyes lit up and your yawn became a smile
And I knew then that I did the right thing
When I refused to board Train No. 29.
shaqila Feb 2010
I stole a kiss when you were not lookingI’m sure you didn’t mindYour lips looked so temptingMine refused to declineBy now you probably know it was meWho was watching you all the whileAnd not the cat across the hallwayWhich you thought looked like mine‘Coz when you looked up and saw my faceYour eyes lit up and your yawn became a smileAnd I knew then that I did the right thingWhen I refused to board Train No. 29.
shaqila @ 21 May 2006 (copyrights reserved)
shaqila Mar 2013
Jesus on the Cross is a gory picture
Bleeding, Crying, Despairing
Not exactly a God-like image one would imagine
This week is holy the Christians claim
leading to the death and eventual rise of their great Savior
Is redemption then the answer to despair?

The Bible says the gruesome death was predestined
Yet it seems Jesus did for a moment doubt and plead in Gethsemane
But on the Cross while bleeding and suffocating
He prayed for the neighbors' sins to be forgiven
Such is love, the Bible claims
I do not believe it to be so, 'coz i still sin coz i still hate.

If i believed this Love, then i would not hurt my brother
If i believed in Redemption, then i would not begrudge my sister
If i believed in the hefty price He paid, I would never let hate linger  
I would live a life of love, joy and peace and belief in the holy Spirit, Son, and Father.

But i do hurt, i do begrudge, i do hate and i do not believe!
Disclosure: I am not a Christian or a believer of any religion and no offence is intended in the writing of this poem.
shaqila Dec 2013
I'm the star you didn't notice
I'm the rainbow that didn't catch your eye
I'm the soft breeze that you brushed away
I'm the beat your heart missed
I'm the face in the crowd that was drowned
I'm the cry in the night you ignored
I'm the one who watches you whom you cannot see
I'm the song you never sing anymore

I'm the lesson you didn't learn!
Inspired in part by soul!
shaqila Jun 2013
Why does mirth rhyme with birth?
Is it the accompanied boundless joy of one?
Why does joy rhyme with mama's boy?
Is it the countless mirth of having one?
Why does cry and goodbye rhyme?
Is it the tears that flows after one?

Shy and pie rhyme,
Why?
Just like shout and knock about
Do just as well.
I rhymes with mediterranean fruit fly,
And you rhymes with stomach flu.
Wait! Is it too late?
Am i drunk, i smell a skunk,
Life is short, may be not,
Night is dark and it must ****
That oceans wide, do divide
The boy, the joy, the mirth,
The girl, the cry goodbye and tears.
got some help from the rhymezone - hehe!
shaqila Jul 2013
Life, live it twice,
Once awake
and once in dreams!
shaqila Sep 2009
They say love is intangible, I don’t think so,
I see it in the way lovers hold hands,
as if a second of being apart would erase eternity
I see love in the eyes of mothers when they are holding their babies
I see it in the way fathers protect their children
I see love when I see the way you look at me through your glasses
with the blue green eyes
I see love when you go out of your way to buy a pair of jeans for me, that fits
I see love when my best friend buys me a flight ticket so I can go see his new car
I see love when someone I barely know buys me flowers
I see love every time you hug me and wish me well
I see love when you rush to me saying, “Teacher! Teacher!”
and tell me about the things that have made you sad
I see love when you buy me lunch when I am hungry during the fasting month
I see love when you kiss my feet after making love to me
in the most sensuous ways possible
So, when they say love is intangible, I don’t think so
I see it in all the million ways you love me
I hold it in my hands, in my heart, in my mind, in my being
I hold love when I hold You
I see love when I see You
So, No, to me,
LOVE is ………….


shaqila
22/12/2005
shaqila Jan 2013
Love is a monster, she is
She makes you take your clothes off
And run on the beach
And laugh at every single
bug you meet,
She plays with your thoughts
And unnerves your nerves
so that you see only
the one that you love.

She's a monster still,
don't you know?
She'll make you take your clothes off
And dance in the snow
And fool you into believing
the warmth you feel inside
is love uncovered
when it is really the fever
of love burning uncontrolled.

She will slice your words
and make you giggle
With a little bit of help
you will need no further tickle

She will remove hunger
She will eliminate sleep
With any luck,
you will fall in too deep

Run now, I say,
before it's too late
She's a monster, she's evil
just you wait!
shaqila Jan 2015
Lifeless, still,
Different faces, different races,
Same old, same old,
Round and round,
Into the ground,
Still lifeless,
Still conscious-less.
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