She is a pretty little bird of a rare species..
Flying so high … high up…and sometimes low…
Endless search for the strongest branch to rest..
In a familiar wood…She wouldn’t know her fate
Until one fine day she was put to a test…

She is a pretty little thing…
So bizarre… a special one of its kind…
One day she was caught, tied and locked
She trembled, she felt so scared but she was trapped..
Snatched was her freedom, robbed was her life…
Taken was her dignity, stolen was her identity…
She is a lonely bird in a golden cage…
She doesn’t whistle sweet love songs
She cries everyday she cries …
Ugly lullabies… Bitter sweet love and defeat songs
All that glitters are not pure gold….
In her golden cage, she frantically stumbles...
She falls… suffocates in fake luxuries….
Hiding behind those radiant smiles, what a fake she is…

Cold, cold lifeless life…false sweet words of love and empty promises…
She’d rather die peacefully in the woods so free
What life is an extravagant life?
In the comfort of her silky linen bed ,
Her heart aches and she dies everyday

Her face turned white..Her heart turned cold
She breathes slowly she is so freaking cold….
In this golden cage… the iron bars feel so cold..
She cries and waits for the day to come by…
The day … the final day that she would be sold…
She is just a pretty little bird in someone’s castle
Trapped in a golden cage, she’d lost her soul…….

Poetry is an amazing human connection!
Do you write or work on your poems everyday?
Does your work connect you?
How many of you feel the connection?

What does a poet want?
Compliments from dear readers?
A recognition from the nation?
A book with a name typed on its cover?
A poet is a liar who speaks the truth..
So answer all the questions above
Then tell me what kind of poet are you?

Champions don't always win
losers don't always lose
but Hero is Hero
a champion at heart...

Scribbled a few words
Doesn't seem to sound right
Rewrite them again
word by word
Oh no! It doesn't rhyme
Writer's block not now please
Hello Poetry is calling me....
Help me... let the words flow
Let me prove there is magic
in every words to make it a poetry

Must Juliet die for Romeo?
Will Romeo die for his beloved?
Why should one die for love?
Love is life...
Love never dies...
Juliet's love will survive
Romeo's love will last...
Love is alive in the heart of lovers
True love never dies....

Hello
Are you there
Are you alright
Are you healthy
Are you thinking of me
Are you busy
Too busy perhaps
You forgot to wish me
the mother of your kids...
Well its alright honey...
Mother;s day is everyday...

What a beautiful sunny day
Sitting in a garden
Sipping a cup of icy cool lemon tea…
Reminiscing the good old days…

You and I..
We used to walk hand in hand..
On summer's days … spring days and everyday…
enjoying the breathtaking view of your South Country
Colorful tulips, roses and daisies…
The lush green grass covered the earth…
The chirping birds on trees…
The nature's beauty that I will never forget
Tranquility as you said…
I had peace of mind and enjoyed my daily walk with you

I remember how you used to amuse me
A bouquet of pink and red roses
Your marvelous smile and a gentle kiss..
Special roses from you delivered with love for me
We walked down the stream
Down the trail deep in the forest
If there was a misty rain
We danced and played in the rain and laughed
Without anyone else around
You and me, just us…two..

In a dreamy state of mind I am today
Remembering you and all the good times
How could I relive those days all over again..
My feet are too numb… my body is too weak
To walk, to dance with you in the misty rain once again…
Who will amuse me with the red and pink roses again?
Today.. I am sitting in your garden
Everything still look the same.. Except for you aren't here
You wouldn't be here, never will be…
Twenty years ago I had loved you…
In October rain you were taken away…
I am left alone to reminisce the days…
Come summer, winter, autumn and spring days…
A hundred or a thousand more years..
I promise you that my love will remain… unchanged…
Look honey! It's the misty rain again…

Alone in the sea I could hear a cry
A little cry from the blue deep ocean
A sweet sad voice echoes so clearly..
A beautiful mermaid sang her heart so desperately

As the mid night passed,
The evil storm came suddenly
The sweet songs seemed lost in the angry sea
I remember the face of the angel vividly
A little one with sweet sad love songs, you see…

I came to the sea the very next day
Hoping to hear the angel sings and sway
Frustrated I felt very much today
For a glimpse of her tail I saw and she swept away..

I kept coming to the sea every alternate day
Capturing what each words mean in her heart piercing songs
I came to know she was hoping one day
To dance gracefully on the shore with her songs

To sing.. to dance with her beloved prince on the shore..
Even a brief moment will make her heart content
However she isn’t so sure
Will her prince understands her intent?

Dance a little mermaid dance..
An angel of the sea may dance so gracefully.
Dance a little mermaid dance…
Your wish to be granted one day hopefully…

Should have known ....
your life would change completely..
What were you thinking ?
Have you lost your mind?
You clicked that button ACCEPT
the fake romance started
Your soul was sold
Bought so easily by the evil heart
So ignorance you were
You’ve been blinded, blinded...

You were deaf and dumbed...
Tangled yourself in the web of lies
Your craving for love landed you in deceit.
You let your heart be captivated
Manipulated with sweet words of false love

You casted those who have loved you...
Comfortable you were in this fake love life..
He was a scam, scams of the heart..
He was a king scammer...
A great cunning pretender
He valued your money not your love or life..

He fancied your bank accounts rather than your future..
What a pity first false impression..
Seduced by charms and lyrics of poems
A lying Heart is a weapon to crush a trusted soul..
Your sinful heart blinded a pure white soul
You tricked and cheated and you fooled shamelessly
You tarnished ones reputation
left her in shame, penniless and broken hearted..
You scammed her vulnerable heart...
Nothing you are worth...
Scams of the heart.....

If bed could talk..
It’d tell you to wake up
For most deals are done
While you’re still sound asleep
Snoring in your bed….

If bed could talk..
It’d tell you its ok..
Cry yourself to sleep
Share your grief with me
Where else could you go
When you feel so blue..
Except for the cozy me…?

If only bed could talk…
Be amazed of what it witnessed..
Thousands of false promises
Were made by a lover sleeping next to you..
While you were still sleeping, dreaming…

If only bed could talk…
It’d share one thousand and one stories
Of Your success, Failures, stupidity, embarrassment, awkwardness, pain, misery etc etc…
If bed could talk…
Would you still count on it?
Every night when you need to sleep?

Very often I heard them say
Wedding bliss is short term, temporary
Honeymoon over and here comes the reality
Ohh really? A wedding bliss has a date expiry?

When you agreed to make that wedding vow
Relationship is sealed, the bonds of matrimony
To love to live with someone for eternity
Tell me in which line of the wedding vow
… did you ever say, TEMPORARY?

Lifetime commitment is never that easy…
Our Love travels sometimes in a smooth journey
Sometimes love puts us into a rough situation
A twist of love and life… of loyalty and commitment
sometimes the test is tough… almost unimaginable…
so we Hurt each other till we bleed inside
we are clever but we sometimes act like fool

Searching for perfection in imperfection
No relationship is perfect, we both knew
But still we hurt and leave the scars open…
Wedding bliss never let it be temporary…

Upon your eyes there is the man… there is the woman
Sometime ago he/she was the one who drove you so crazy
Who stole your nights and days talking sweet nonsense…
Who put a smile on your face
till you vowed not to cry again

Let this wedding bliss be forever…
If we should take that vow we made once again…
Let us do…
Despite of everything that we’ve gone through
Good or bad,
The bliss is there… surrounds us..
Till death do us part
We are here to stay in a blissful marriage…
Wedding bliss is forever…
By Rina

A writer’s lover needs patience..
She writes at any chances she gets..
Need to be on par with her intelligence...
She remembers all she hardly forgets...

A writer’s lover needs to be bold..
She loves to travel and to explore the world
Need to catch her quick and grab her in your hold
Before she decides to move to another part of the world...

A writer’s lover needs to be gentle
She has fragile hearts she breaks easily
Make sure she is the only queen in your castle
Tell her you only love her.. you silly...


D o you really want to be a writer’s lover?
Well.. She is really such a bore
Really need to think about it over and over?
Now close your eyes... she is gone .. not here anymore..

night
she lies
breathing gently
moonlight caressed
her face is radiant.
sleep well my love

morning
rise and shine
she smiles
her eyes shine
her face sunny
fresh new day
fresh new start
God... how I love her more
and more each day....

Sitting by the window, fidgeting and thinking...
At this late hour, what would you be doing?
Outside... the smell is sweet,The wind is blowing,
I couldn’t sleep a wink, my heart is beating,
There is a saying....
If you cant seem to be sleeping..
In someone’s dream you are waking...
and can you,
really can you help me now
your soul interwined with mine
and never a second letting me free..
carry my soul with you to a hidden paradise,
somewhere strange it may seems.. but happy
looking in your eyes is soaring through heaven for all eternity,
how do I know this is you my soul mates,
oh I see it is the way the birds sing harmoniously when they see your face,
it is the way the stars shine brightly as if they were the sun,
it is the way my soul longs for you so,
you are here for me,
my soul mate,
listen to my night call,
Listen, Listen,
Can you hear me calling,
Can you follow it's sound?

Mummy! Mummy! I saw a ghost
Right here in my bedroom, in our own house
I've never been afraid of any ghosts
But before my eyes , there a scary looking ghost!

I shivered as I opened my eyes again
Prayed It didnt see me and would simply disappear
From the closet, I tiptoed to the door..
Felt a cold, scabby hand rubbed against me.. cold and mushy..
and the door was shut, I failed to flee...

There I was with this ghostly creature
Hissss, it hissed at me so close ..
An ugly face, a real monster!!!
Too afraid to cry, too afraid to scream,
I couldn't even breathe, I was choking,
I was going to die...
Oh my god please forgive all my sins...

Tonight is a tormenting night..
Why should I face this traumatic night?
Why must this lost soul landed in my room so late at night?
To befriend me? Oh please go back to your grave.. That's my plight.
Tell me will I last? to go through this scariest and eerie night?

Dad woke us up in sheer excitement
Brought our attention to the window...
Listen he said, “to the sound of the wind”,
“The wind is blowing in the same bare place”
Look! he said...its snowing...

Beautiful white pearls.. “look outside”.
my brother shouted with joy!!
Snow! Snow! The snowflakes are falling from the sky...
Winter! Snow time!! We hugged and danced in the freezing night..

We boys ran down to the lawn..
Carpeted with satin smooth snow..
Lets do it bro.. a snowman just right here..

Do not to think of any misery
Of the piercing cold wind...
That bites the skin ...
Violent cold of winter that eats our flesh and bones..
Did we care?

In a few hours or so..
There stood our snowman..
We both laughed while we shivered..
Funny looking SNOWMAN...
scattered about the ground,
in the white landscape,
wet and cold and waiting
This FUNNY Snowman we remember the most...

Life was simple back then
When you helped your neighbors and loved your friends..
Not a chance to feel so down, lonely and blue..
For people around you would always love you….

Life was simple back then..
There weren’t any I pad or I phone
Still conversations ran good and smooth
Arguments were handled and solved
Successful negotiations were realized..
Neither via SKYPES nor CALLS ,
face to face , human to human, gentleman to gentleman….

Life was simple back then…
No envy, no hatred no jealousy
Mutual respect, co workers were family
When you were out of work, everybody missed everybody entirely….
Workplaces are second homes, wasn’t that lovely?

Life was simple back then..
Kids walked miles to school without worry
Rivers were swimming pool, the fields were free
Not a single parent was too busy…
Childhood was so carefree, healthy and happy…

Life was simple back then…
Its how life should also be in the present…
What about our future generation?
Have you ever thought about them?
Sadly... Instead we did nothing but sheer ignorance?

If you could tell a story about your life
What kind of story would it be?
Would it be an autobiography?
Would it be a novel of a life journey?
Would it be the best tale in history?
Let’s figure, perhaps it might be a bestselling movie?

Life has many different chapters of story
Some chapters are sad, some are full of joy and glory
Some are advanterous, the peak of your journey
A chapter after another will complete a manuscript of your story
One bad chapter doesn't mean its the end of the story..

So lets write the first chapter about your life history..
What happened in 1969 the 1st of January?
You told me your daddy had died in a tragedy.
Look.. you have everybody else who have loved you so dearly
Remember your sweetest dream and memory,
Visualize the days when you were in total pain and misery
All these life experiences, aren't they the essence of your story?
Just write a page, you’d complete the chapters, don't you worry...

LIFE IS A CHAPTER IN A BOOK...
Write your chapters, complete your book..
Let the readers read and get hooked...
And you’d be thrilled when they’d start to ask .. who’s the author of the book?

We might not be rich with property
Mom said with education we were rich kids already
We might not have the money to spend for holidays..
In our small home… we were the richest with love, respect and honesty…
With all the simplicity in life we lived contentedly…


We might not have a colored TV…
Never dreamt of a library of Enid Blyton or Dickens
We had MOM who amused us with her amazing bedtime stories…
Kids talked of SUPERMAN and SPIDERMAN in the movies
Lucky we were …we had a living superhero and he was our DADDY…

That was our life back then….
A meal of Hardship a cup of misery…
Mom came home tired but always looked happy…
Dad stood at the door…shouted our names and hugged each of us lovingly…

No success in life would come so easily…
For each teardrop and the past life difficulty,
Each hurdle, each obstacle in life
Each challenge we faced was the greatest pain in past life history…
Together we faced them… with the help of god Almighty…
We became who we are today…eventually
What lesson did we learn from this unforgettable life tragedy?
Bittersweet life…We came to learn to appreciate things in our life so humbly…..
Thank you god, Thank you mom Thank you dad… for this incredible story…

What is love really?
Easy to say.. but hard to prove..
You uttered the magic word of love recently..
Hard isn’t it? Where is the love? to prove..

Regretting?
A promise made is a promise kept..
Love is not a game to play
you love within two minutes of a quick exchanges
Think…. it isn’t love please accept…
Infatuation is best described..

You’d realized yourself when the game gets rough…
making excuses decided to end the play…
you are busy now, meeting today, business trip tomorrow..
love is not too blind, stop the act and end the play..
just end the play…

Instant love, instant affection
Instant break-up, no more attention..
Wake up all… from wild imagination
Better be real let your head rule your emotion

Mom hides her tears
Cries in her heart
Smiles through her eyes
Says words of love with her lips
That never lies...

Whenever I am in deep trouble
I gaze into my mom’s eyes
Her eyes is small
But I can see heaven in there..
I am safe just staring into her eyes
My mom’s eyes is heavenly...

Handbags

Fetish for handbags...
The last time I counted
Almost 100 of them
Variety of brand names
LV, Gucci, Hermes, coach, Burberry, Jimmy Choo, Marc Jacobs, Fendi
Ohhh.... you just name them..
Some were bought
Some were given on special events

Proud of the collection, love them all
But closet is full..
Keeping some in the store..
Collecting dust , waiting time to rot
Why not sell them?
Donate the profit to charity, orphanages, old folks etc..
Handbags too many...
Can save lives of many...

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

Spring is here once again
The same colorful flowers
Blooming once more...
Remember that daffodil's bush?
Used to hide there every time we quarreled
and the last time we did... it was bad
You threw away the  roses I pluck from this garden
Ever since that last spring season,
Spring is numb, deaf, mute season for me..
You Took away your happy smile with you
So mad... so angry at me,
The picture of your smiling face
I save vividly in my memory
But this is spring time again...
and I miss that smile I love so much
your special spring's smile, I adore
will last for many seasons to come..
Come back please...
I 'll wait for the spring's smile
every spring time, every year...

Summer is the perfect season
Wake up every morning
The warm sunshine shining through my window
My red and yellow roses smile in the garden
Little sparrows sit on a tree and sing
Good morning! Rise and shine!
Time to freshen up and start my day
Toasted bread and hot cup of coffee for breakfast
Say Hi to friendly neighbors...
Drive to work on a warm summer's day...
What a perfect summer's day...

Everything I see is white
My rooftop is white
My lawn is white
The backyard is white
My garden is white
The snowman is white
The field nearby is silky white
Standing outside the house ,
what a cold breeze..
Countless  snowflakes falling on my head
turned me to snow white...

I have a bleeding heart
I have shed blood tears
What am I doing here still at night?
Why am I rambling this love rhapsody?
If not to tell the world
the love I have for you
is real... so real...

She couldn't read
Her tales were the greatest
She couldn't write
Her words were written in our hearts
She didn't go to school
Her teachings made us human
She never traveled
Her journey of life motivated us
She didn't know Martha Stewart
She kept the house in superb condition
She never watched Rachel Ray
Her cooking was FIVE STAR
She didn't need a degree
She sent us to university
She stayed at home
She told us to venture and have careers...
She didn't need alarm clock
She was our wake up call
Go to school time, brushing teeth time, prayer time, reading Quran time, breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, bed time, all the time....
Mom never failed to be with us....
Even today still ...
she is always in the best place in our hearts...

A prayer to my mom Hajjah Hasiah binti Majid... Rest in peace...

At a cozy cafe
Sipping hot mocha
Sitting at a corner
Holding my beloved hands
My heart is drumming
My brain is talking
The clock is ticking
Night is approaching
Pretending…pretending… pretending..
Decided to Seal my lips
Hope he hears my heart
Pay the bill please
Thank you Darling,
Good night…..

Unexpected defeat
A shock to the nation
Politic Tsunami, they said
Time to mourn? Time to analyze?
Try to decipher this Tsunami
Being fed the same chocolate flavor
High time to switch to another
  Which flavors they fancy now?
of sweets, of biscuits of cakes
Do you know?
Creativity, innovate, concern
Listen to their plights
Why do they retaliate?
Blame the Tsunami again?
So unintelligent, put yourself under a microscope
analyze, examine, please understand more.

A loud cheer from a huge crowd
Anxiously waiting for their idol
listen to words of promise
An aspiring Future leader
Charismatic and strong
Loved by many hated by many
Singing his manifestos
Some agrees some are doubtful
Music to the ears... real sweet..
If only he did not sugar coat everything
He might have won....
There goes one charismatic leader
All talks but no action....

Heart is melted by a candy floss,
Lulled to sleep, dream big dream of stars
Sudden TSUNAMI , dreams are shattered..
Heart broken , pieces by pieces
Too late to realize what they had lost.
Like a fool, Asking around high and low
“How could i recover my loss?”
Pathetic.... What a loss

There is some feeling inside……
I can’t express what it is…….
There is something in my heart to share…..
But I can’t make it to words……
I was good to express it before…..
But now my world is totally blank…..
It’s like a drought land in Indian summer….
The words are scattered here and there…..
I can’t chase them and arrange well….
I need a stream to flow to this drought mind…..
I need some words that can make me calm……
You are there and your words are here….
What else I need…???
Now I can catch my words…..
Now the lights and colors are filled in my mind……

True Leader

I want to give you everything
without the expectation of anything in return
because that’s just what I want to do
have to do and obliged to do...

Don't send a lorry of durian to my house
Dont give big ang pows in my accounts
I am just happy I have done good deed
To my people, my country, my nation

Your life is full of agony
A victim of slanders and hate
Accumulation of grievances
of years being shunned away
from your rightful position on the throne..
Cant blame you though
For your temptation to retaliate
Try to put my feet in your shoes
Cant imagine to be as strong as you
of the voices unheard
of the opportunities rejected
of the freedom denied
of the rights deprived
of the life laughed at
of the mental torture
of all the torments in your heart...
Do Revenge... I am with you
If you fall and fail
I am still here for you
to wipe all your sorrows away..

When love is strawberry red

What an exciting flavor would that be?

Dip it in tantalizing chocolate

The flavor of love, excitingly sweet

Mysteriously sweet and sour and sweet

Does love really have a flavor?

If so guess what would it be?

Would it be the sensual chocolate?

Or the delicate Vanilla

When you mix the ingredients together

It’s like two personalities dancing

It takes time to mix the right ingredients

Sometimes it might not mix well

Or it may not turn out the way you want it to be

But once you got the right chemistry

It will become a delicate delight



While you watch it baking

It’s like a relationship

You let things grow and mature

Developed into something deliciously wonderful

Then as you taste your food

Heart may be pounding, body calm and relax

You close your eyes and taste every flavor

You fall in love, in love with life, food, and your lover.

I feel like I am walking on a sharp knife
Every step  is piercing my whole life
Bleak is the future of my life
Will I die, Will I survive?
Your voice will determine my life.
Vote for me... vote for my life
What else Can you do to make me survive?
Strive... Strike whatever, just help save my life!!!

They called it democracy
Given the citizen the right to vote
Is this the so called Democracy?
When Given the right and told to vote
Give your vote to no other
Or you'd face the consequences
labelled as UNWORTHY CITIZEN
Be followers of the system forever
Don't even think or try to be SMART

I met someone at the airport
A stranger said Hi and smiled
I tried to avoid a conversation
I was so unfriendly I did not even smile

Later when I was in the plane
The stranger's seat was  next to mine
8 hours long journey
The silence was agony

Too proud of myself to say anything
Total ignorance, pretended he wasn't there
But he must have heard my tummy growling
He smiled and offered me muffin and drink
and again He said Hello...

Now you tell me I did right or wrong
for not talking to a stranger?

Funny how I feel inside
When my eyes meet yours
and your eyes meet mine
Its like the snow is melting in my heart
and I am drowning in the sea of love...

Its the rule of a game
An excited winner
A frustrated loser
but winning isn't everything
and losing is not the end....

I never knew I could trust someone
Until I met you

I never knew how beautiful I look when I smile..
Until I met you

I never knew how good laughter is
Until I met you

I never knew love could be so sweet
Until I met you

I never knew touches are warm
Until I met you

I never knew a simple walk on the beach
could be so special
Until I met you

I never knew the vocabulary of LOVE
Until I met you

I never knew a kiss could hold my breath away
Until I met you..

I never knew holding hands and hugging...
Could give me a sensational feeling…
Until I met you...

I never knew I could love someone
as much …
Until I met you…..

Something is burning in my heart
An endless desire
My love on fire
Its you.. I desire
Come on lets dance and play
With the bright light of fire
Before we walk down the aisle..

We are the perfect two..
There is a fire in your eyes and mine
Fire in spirit… fire in our soul
It keeps burning … love fire never dies
in your eyes there is a fire
In mine it burns with desire
spreading like a forest fire
This fire is ever burning so hot..

The fire does not hurt as it burns my flesh
For this fire is not fire
But this fire is love
And with love I burn
For the one I love
To keep the love alive…
Let the fire burning forever

One stormy night
In a blink of an eye
Everything changed
A tragedy…
This once colorful life… is now dark blue and grey
So fast it changed
No beautiful blue sky, no Orange sun…
Colorless days… gloomy dark blue nights
How could the bright sunlight..
Be so solemn and sad
This once colorful nature
Abruptly, entirely, completely turned colorless
Lifeless, like a still picture..
How could the colorful rainbow
Is too lazy to portray its dazzling beauty?
Where is the delightful day?
And the raindrops taste so bitter
Crying as its pouring with this poor heart..
Warm and salty tears…
Colorless life, Is the world sulking today?
Praying for the sun to shine again
And add some colors…
To this poor lifeless soul..
Paint it again…
Paint this empty heart with colors..
So it can bear one colorless day
And be secure once more…
In many colorful ways
In many colorful days

The tears I cry are bitter and warm
Silent tears that fall from my sad sad eyes
My heart is torn, my life is twisted
You are 6 feet underground and I am so helpless...
I just stand there at your grave and weep
I do not know when i am going to sleep....

A thousand winds that blow today
Cant take away my feelings so deep
Seems that i can never stop to weep...
From autumn rains till the summers day..
Days, weeks, months and years go by..
But its hard for me to say GOOD BYE...

There I stand at your grave and cry..
My love for you will never die..
You told me not to stand and cry...
I tried to think You did not die ..
Ohh!! I did try...and try...

They said my hero died today
Its hard to believe, they told me lies
But you are gone, you are no longer here,
here on earth withdrawn.
I cry.. I cry... I am all alone now..
I cant let you go .. I wanna hug your soul
Dont go my love... let me love your soul...

I am shivering on my bed
I am hearing The whispers once again
Ohh lord the evil is coming again..
The footsteps get closer, nearer
It stops at my door....
I know its full moon and you love my blood
But I am keeping its fresh for the flood victims
Go **** the blood of bats..
I'll keep mine for the needy..
certainly not you...