Pretentious

The man walked out of his lodge,

marching his steps along the small commoner village,

they said he was just an angler,

who chose to fish by a calm river,

though he was wise enough to conquer the sea,

where he could bring back much fortunes from.

carving much glory among his men.

But he would not mind,

for fear of tarnishing his little heart,

by the hideous proud.

For fear of himself being devoured

by the gluttonous fame.

And yet he was there casting his lure,

when his eyes were seeing beyond his glare,

across the blue yonder into the deepest sea,

"Maybe I should set my foot there one day?

No, this is more than enough."

Pretentious,

while that little heart was praying for a better day.

A story

So when the tale is told,

It is a journey of nowhere to begin with,

and it ends with a never ending path.

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*diabetes. cucuk insulin*

Star.

I have been lounging within these days,

alone in this vast windy field of grains,

Searching for ways devoured by the darks,

Of a young barn owl & his endless emprise.

Till the moment I realized,

of every glaze up into the night sky,

I see you beyond the horizons high up there,

as gold dust scattered over the darkest cerulean.

Shines as if the night could never devour,

Carving the faith deep within ; 

You are mightier than these eyes could ever whisper.

Coveting fragments of dream,

To fly up beyond the yonder.

And I have been flying high up into the sky,

Passing through those cloud of the nights,

Admiring to reach upon you,

Even if these wings shall no longer have mights.

Every fall should I accept,

And high up there shall I be,

I have yet to reach you,

Does the distance between us grow greater?

Reaching upon the Star,

will I ever be?

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Lease

One day,

I will stand alone in the midst of this ageing world,

carrying none with me,

Having this frail hands hold to nothingness,

No longer shouldering those golds gallantly,

Those words that enlighten shall loss their shines.

Nor even a pair of magical legs that fly me to the sky.

Despair, definitely I will be.

But I shall let it be,

Don't mind it.

Because those were never meant to be mine.

Even every seconds of standing here up till now,

Is nothing more than just a lease.

Yes,

Everything is borrowed.

I possess nothing.

Glory

Upon you're showered with the star of fame,

surrounded with shines of glory,

should you never gaze up upon the sky,

seeking for those glimpse dust of the night,

while you turn blind upon what lies beneath,

no longer hearing the echoes,

of the tail of zephyr,

which breeze you along your steps,

to fly up of where you've spread your elegant wings.

Should you forget your origin,

And you shall never even grasp those stars,

of what you've dreamed.

"And do not turn your cheek [in contempt] toward people and do not walk through the earth exultantly. Indeed, Allah does not like everyone self-deluded and boastful."

[Surah Luqman : 18]

Ultraman

A 5 year old boy stood still,
by his friend, who was bragging around with his new Ultraman action figure.
His eyes rolled, tailing the new hot toy of the age, as the other boy moved it around,
as if the Ultraman really fly.

And the boy went back home.
Carrying hope deep within his little heart of a young boy,
of if he could ask one from his mom.

"I thought I just bought you that Masked Rider the other day, consider it as enough for the time being. Mama has no money to please every of your wishes. "



Disappointed.
Yet he was determined. Somehow.
As he knew he could still have some glimpse of chance,
to enlighten his hope.

The sound of closing door caught his attention.
He was actually waiting for the sound.
For his Dad actually, from the very beginning.
And he approached his exhausted-looking dad,
delightedly telling his wish of hope. Ultraman.

But the father was giving no answer.
Just a little pat on the head and he went ahead.
A tiny bit of dismay knocked into the boy's heart.
Yet the boy was far convinced by a thought of his father was too tired from his work.
Went out as early as the cockcrow, returned home as the night crawled in.

So he waited for tomorrow, to try his luck.
but then again, it was nothing to bright up his wish. Negative.

And nothing the boy had gained from day to day..
till one moment came, finally a respond.

"You have your Masked Rider already, what's the different? They're just simply the same. Action figures."

But the yield was no disparate from the other attempts.
And finally those glimpse of chance were devoured,
by the lurking despair,
turning this pure wish of a young child into nothing but vanity.
Nothing.. only forlornness filled his small heart.

One night of the boy was awakened.
Vaguely.
Alone in the dark room, yet enlightened by some beam of dim light from the staircase.
Sleepiness was still there, but it never stop his sadness.
Suddenly some footsteps had broken the silence of the midnights.
But the young one could already confirmed his guess, it was his Dad.
The one who turned down his wish. Down into the vain.

The boy pulled the blanket around him, pretending to asleep as his Dad appeared in front of the boy's room, with its door was left half opened.
But the father didn't continue his steps ahead to the master bedroom.
Somehow he could felt the presence of the awoken sulking child.
The young boy kept his eyes upon his Dad, but from inside the fluffy blanket.
They had an eye contact, but neither of them were aware of this.

The worn-out man took something from his pocket.
A medium sized box, and he threw it gently.
The box flew into the air and dropped just upon the small space of the blanket,
where the boy peeked at his Dad.
The father entered his room, leaving everything behind while the boy was drown in the depth of curiosity.

Reaching the box slowly, carefully, as his eyes started to focus upon the box, bit by bit.
But he could never believe what his eyes had told,
as his logic kept on screaming it was a just dream while his heart whispering the happiness, signifying the reality of what his senses had felt.
And he fell back into his slumber,was enlightened with a serene smile,
as his heart continued to whisper...

"Thank You Dad.."


END
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Selamat Hari Bapa.
Walaupun sepatutnya tiap2 hari ialah hari bapa.

:3

enlighten

of the path I have chosen.
all these miles I have walked on,
that goes through as the time flies.
I could just look away upon them.

yes,
those are what I left behind.
the moments,
of shall I look upon them with emptiness,
and go forth without even a lesson,
wouldn't they shall turn into nothingness?

or should I seek upon these pieces,
of the shattered doings,
grasping these mistakes and wrong turns made,
hoping they shall not lead me any astray,
as this desirous path is still an endless way.

and yet,
I shall turn away not,
as regret was never answer,
Stepping forth faster,
to touch and feel this dream,
shining after my eyes ahead,
yes,
the covetous end,
that shall enlighten me till the very end.

Was

I was a child,
who eager about the world.
of what the eyes could see.

I was a boy.
who stood in the crowds of superior.
with nothing in my hands,
mocked, teased.
that I wished,
could be more meaningful than just standing,
there, alone.


I was in the school days,
where I learned,
of those the world contains.
some of the questions unanswered.


i was a writer back then,
who wrote every single pieces,
of I've found deep within me.
of what my eyes could tell,
ears could carve,
and what heart could whisper..
learning the paths of heart and minds..


I was in those fields and courts.
playing hard those games and sports.
having my physicals worked out.
assessing my limits.
envying of those athletics.
that I was never had those abilities..
learning the paths of body and limits.


I was a photographer,
who see the world beyond those lenses..
deciphering the depth of beauty..
finding thousands of expressions around me,
imprisoned..
learning the path of eyes.


I was there in the kitchens.
where I could play with fire..
I was barely a cook.
amalgamating the tastes surrounding my life,
seeking for those flavours of no tongue could taste,
but the sweetness that shines those smiles.
learning the path of thoughtful..


I am a student of life.
who is searching for those never ending knowledge..
of those within,
and of those surrounding me.
living with those questions echoing,
of what and why.


now and then,
here and there,
I walk.
still searching.
for the pure covetous paths.
hopes & wishes.

remembrance & reminiscence

let us have a moment,
a moment for a short recall,
having peace and calm embrace the seconds,
listening to the soft whisper of zephyr,
gazing through the back days,
the remembrance of what had passed,
in the blink of eyes.
to see those days,
enlightened by smiles we never had today,
with echoing laughter we always remember,
tears and joy we had shared with,
sketching our wild imagination,
beyond of those graceful clouds,
along the path we strolled through,
under those cerulean skies we always miss..

reminiscence,
of those memories we hold together,
the feelings of our hearts share,
they remain here,
still there,
unerasable,
treasured and carved within these days,
the bright smiles,
the laughter we burst into,
tears of joy and sore we shed,
those beautiful days,
shall never vanish..
that i always wonder if
we still share them together,
do we..?

Dandelion (cth karya bombastk seorg yg batak lps dpt Thesaurus.. XD)

Gliding,
Under the boundless azure empyrean..
Drifting forlornly,
Apart from the brothers..
Away from the origin..
Glissading aimlessly,
Drag by the tail of zephyr..
Who owns a vague nature
graceful or loathsome
Unforeseeable..

A fragile seed..
Of a delicate weed ..
A dandelion..
Small as it can be..
yet facing the biggest voyage,
Searching for the desired land
Purifying the befog future..

Fly into the world of never coming back,
For the nature refuses the to grant the return ..
Breezes and gusts..
Waiting anxiously and tardily
As a test of valor..
Along the long boulevard of quaesitum..

Relinquish not
to the glare of phoebus..
Or tears of the wild blue yonder..
For it is in His hand..
Independence, experience , wisdom
Shall be the key..
Of revealing the covetous world
Land as a leader of tomorrow..

tis is...

Tis is the day,
of myself breaking through
the border of false and truth
learning of what eyes never know,
what thought never see
of everything that lies ahead..

But the learning is never an ease;
for one must listen
to the whisper of heart,
accepting the reality,
revealing the truth beyond lies,
To carve the desired life..

Tis is the path;
Of the way I choose,
To step further forth,
To decide what is lie or fact,
To stand on my shadow
Having my own way..
To colour the dreams
between the light and darkness…