how do I steer
a rudderless ship
will I capsize
be dragged down
into the cold hostile
sea not knowing
where to harbour
no island in sight
in the stormy night
wandering along
searching blindly
the coast.
how do I captained
a barren ship lost
if not for the light
the house bring to
weary souls saviour
like the Noor of God
reach out as a beacon
to shine as a warner
over the foggy sinners
guiding through
the crazy madness
a safe passage way
to return home.

What does a painter do? A painter paints.
Of paintings inspired by the universe;
Of legends luminous as pious saints.
But people like me work to fill my purse.
Not artisan by trade nor rich merchant,
With rough and stubby fingers callused palms,
I'll starve if I were the master's servant
And soon to take the streets to beg for alms.
I paint for sake of commerce not for art;
I paint all kinds of buildings, houses, schools.
None enters, jobs can't start till I depart;
Scrappers, ladders, paints, brushes are my tools.
Do what I'm commissioned to do. To paint.
But Leonardo or Angelo I ain't.

The twins much travelled pair
Travelled far and wide, every nooks
Every possible ways over this land, sea and air
Took them on flights countless times
Loving it, bored to death of the delays
Endless waiting, listened to the airport bells chimed
Took them to sea on many occasions
Tasted salty water that washed over their faces
They saw valleys, hills of waves tested their endurance
Felt the rough edges of the stones
Cobbles and rocks hurting the soles
Palaces, historical places took pictures by the tons
They had trodden ticklish snow
The soft grass crunching fallen leaves
Wondered what else to do, what else to know
Through the years our association
Remained warm and cordial, loving in fact
Till the rubber soles truly worn out by friction
Though many visits to the cobbler
It's time to change to a new pair of shoes
Many thanks for your services, it's a pleasure to be together
Somewhere a guy will wear
And take a liking to my pair of twins
And to give them a home, give love and care

The sheep seeing the grass
greener on the other side
To venture there or to pass
And they've no one to confide

We should graze the pasture
For the grass there is much less wear
Should we still ponder
I'm sure there's no danger there

Says a sheep on their behalf
They walk to the border the edge
They peer over to the other half
Uninformed without knowledge

There's a keeper by a gilded gate
Who says to the sheep on their behalf
Tell them it's better than what they ate
What are those, goat's grass? he chaff

Still they're hesitant they're unsure
Let's go says the sheep on their behalf
The keeper opens the gate at his leisure
One by one they cross to the other half

The grass is indeed greener they learned
The keeper quickly closes the gate and laugh
An evil laugh that made them frightened
They hurdle together in fear the keeper

Peels his mask and a wolf reveals himself
Their eyes wide open their teeth begin to clatter
Why do you lead us to be slayed lead us astray
They all turn to the sheep on their behalf
Who've nothing to say but starts to pray

None of the sheep can flee as one by one
Eaten by the wolf including the sheep
On their behalf. Once all of them are gone
He goes back again to the gilded gate to keep.

Don't do any justice
To end life because of life's
Hardship, no one cares.

The tree doesn't care
So long you pick a strong bough
To tie your rope on

The cylindrical invertebrate slimy worm
In tributaries of tubes they live, love and squirm
In winter they'd burrow deep in their borrowed land
Duty bound to keep fertile every pasture valley and gland
And they never wish to see the light
They're the secret agents often out of sight
After the snow had melted in spring they'd sense it's time
They'd wriggle up to the surface by the stones and grime
In a tunnel of love two creatures of the soil
Wrap armless with every love's coil
As he and she naked in their darkest plot
Copulating by the roots in a devine spot

One summer day some boys dug up his porous home
And found the worm sleeping alone
With no limbs to fight helpless to flee
And no eyes to see no mouth to plea
They took him to a river not to bath him but for bait
They pierced him toss him into the water and wait
That's how he was introduced to the fish
That didn't know he's a palatable dish
Didn't know before how a worm looked
Like being curious bites it now it's hooked
Yet a life unfold in the earth to soldier on strive
Perhaps atonement for sins done in the previous life

But you should never belittle the lowly worm
For his contribution to our ecosystems
As he eats and excrete and fertilize the soil to be repeated
Continuously as the nutrient absorbed into the roots spirited
By the veins to blades of grasses, plants and trees in turned
Fosters leaves and greens the Earth but no rewards he earned
For this important role stimuli variance of grass and vegetable
As food for human and cattle to be exited through the bowel
To be eaten by the worm again and again the cycle goes
Till he dies under an autumn leaf consumed by his own compose
Yet unbeknownst to what significance to us he has brought
But look and behold to the rustic hero hard at work in the sod

Today the King passed away
The cloudy sullen sky
The lull mourning air
The day intense sombre
On every channel
On every radio and television
On the printed pages
Of every newspaper
The bold headlines
Columns written
Views and interviews
Stories told retold
By young and old
Light and warm hearted
Or wrenching while it lasted
Experiences anecdotes
And quotes
Of his fine attributes
His kindness generosity
Of his royal character
Of a King much loved
A King we all knew
A King we served
Accustomed to
His simple dignified
Regale grandeur ways
On this day
His Royal Highness
The King passed away
And soon they'll parade
The Royal Highness
Pass our way
There rows upon rows
Of his loyal subjects
Cascading on to streets
Roads and sidewalks
To pay their last respect
Their last farewell
To his last journey
For the last time
That will last forever
In our minds

This trinket this tiny beads of fashionable
Necklace
Of stones not acrylic or rhinestones but from
Rocks
May not be seen in trinket shops or in some
Glass case
Rocks of the Alps looked like little trivial chalks
Now
In one of my traveling that I found the trinket
For her
The small stones tugged at my longing heart
At home her eyes alighted she ask "can I have
This father?"
And I bought her this trinket piece of tiny art
This trinket fashioned from boulders of rocks
To obsidian glistening pearls round her neck
She wore it well matched her hair her pretty
Little locks
Cost me a little fortune but with this tiny trinket
I can looked back

I was angry naked
I was down she above
I'm not being wicked
Not to someone I love

I was pure as milk
She bent to whisper
A voice soft as silk
Just like her nature

She shed tears to fight
She laboured for me
She pushed and cried
And she set me free

Into tumultuous rapids
I had burned my fingers
Done what God forbids
Tinge of regret lingers

I need you the most
I'm your tainted baby
I cried at night the lost
Of a true love for me.

Though the sun and moon
Be hidden by clouds but truth
Shall always prevail

Sometimes I hate
It when I woke up late

The first thing I know
Looking out the window

All I can say is wow
It's show time now

Pigeons impatiently
So crooing booing me

High on rooftops wait
I hate waking up late

I love watching swallows
Gyrating and playfully swirls;
Mingle above over the river
Forming in a malee a ball.
Swiftly riding the thermals
Scooping the swelling water.
They shriek wheeling freely
Like boisterous little girls.

I came to see the lively acrobatics
In graceful motion of symmetry.
See enormous body of water flow
Pour itself into it's wide open mouth.
Slowly eroding shaping contours
And lives living along it's banks.
Constantly foreboding danger
And yet beauty and the mighty
Together in harmonious chemistry.

There I was many hours
In thought. What do I ever get?
At the jetty by the imperious
River where until dark I will be.
Time spent the opportunities
Passing by I have no regrets.
I'm like a ship from harbour
To harbour of a predestined life
With cargoes of worthless experience
Till I rot at the bottom of the sea.

Laboriously river meander and flow
Agile wings twist and turn in the air
With invisible brush of arcs and lines
With a vast sky as an open canvas.
The two characters, elements
Of nature, demonstrate their part;
In the theater of strength and grace.
While I am but a nameless intruder
Grateful of the kindness forever last.

While they were gone
she was *****
he or they left her dead
her young life was torn
her small body was ruined
her flimsy body was shamed
her new life was shredded
her tiny body was stained
her puny body was ravaged
her life was gone
from them forever
while the were gone
while ask God Almighty
for strength in their faith
resolved and steadfastness
in the face of adversity
is this their answer
or is this the test
they've to suffer.