An Ode to Mama

An Ode to Mama 

She taught me to be sharp, smart and tact,
She taught me to listen well and when to fight back,
Her posture shines that of a strong lioness,
Proper polite and caring is her prowess,
The strong woman, Onn's number 3,
She helps everyone with no care of getting anything back this Lady from the house of 63,
She raised her 3 kids well with her husband,
Although she felt like she's raising 3000.

I can never replace Tok Ayah or Baba,
I'm not the smartest nor am I that great of a man
But you believe in me, whispering in your prayers "I know you Can"

May Allah bless you and have a safe trip later,
Happy 51st to my strong, loving mother.
You saw me out into the world from your womb,
I hope I can see you out to your tomb.

From God we came,
To Him we'll go to,
InSyaAllah God grants you the strength to see,
The growth of your wonderful family tree.
Happy Birthday Mama

Union//Union

She clasps and kneels,
He bends and arches in his prayers,
She prays for mercy and whispers her pleas,
He begs for his and his kin's sins and His forgiveness
They knelt in unison, in a same direction.

They share the truth of believing in One,
though their paths are of a different direction,
Until they were set in an intersection,
interfaith, interactive, interaction

They're heartbeat beats, synchronised,
They're eyes locked gazing each other, mesmerised,
Their hands now clasped on each other, a rush to the head,
Their feelings, oh when emotions triumphs over logic instead!

But alas it was a just a junction of intersection,
 An afflicted addiction, An unlikely union,

They bow out, went on their ways,
The joyous union has ended, a raucous applause from both sides erupted,
The ostracized devoted is now in refuge of the faithless,
Seeking out shadows in the darkness,

She clasps and kneels,
He bends and arches in his prayers,
She prays for mercy and whispers her pleas,
He begs for his and his kin's sins and His forgiveness
They knelt in unison, in a same direction.

REbound

are you done crying your eyes out?

all the torn flesh, has the wounds dried up?

all the cheap kisses and hugs,

have they been used up?

those nights when you utter out a different name,

those days where texting them was just another game

how many of "the ones" have you found?

just to find out that it was just another rebound

next?

I stood ready,
My mind has made up its decision.
Its my life right, not somebody's
I stand with my choices be right or wrong
or an incision to the cranium

I'm the painter, I'm the caretaker, I'm the one who misbehaves here.
I choose not the right paths always but I made up for the selection of company that I made.
Life is always clear cut. It's us humans (humane or not) who add on the buts.
Just move on with life, just read through it and on with the next chapter.

Broken

Broken.

Her eyes shone a different light.
Though it was bright it was diffracted,
Peering into her soul that was shattered.

Her heart has gone through hell,
Ravaged by her abused trust,
A Deer in front of the headlights,
Dazed and confused,
Whether to lie or to trust.

It matters not what she has chosen,
It matters if she has ever forgiven.
Her heart is like that beautiful shattered glass,
Fragile, beautiful, something that you want to caress.

but alas, you can't. She has lost faith. She has lost trust.
She'll move on eventually but you'll never be there to see,
Such is the beauty of the women with the heart of a shattered glass.

Box of Lies

Box of Lies

She gave me a box full of lies,

clothed with her bleeding heart in disguise,

trapping me, begging to fulfill her undisclosed desires.

She masks her rotting heart by feinting pain,

chaining my sanity to her demands,

selfishly eating my soul away

She won't let anyone touch her heart,

just let me be! I'll rid of you when I'm done,

she'll be done after she rips my soul apart,

just to entertain her dying heart.

be wary of her heart,

once broken by a man,

 so is her trust.

be wary of opening her box full of broken dreams and desires,

she might be just toying with you, that poor little liar.

أعمى

right there laying in front of your eyes,
all the truth you need underneath black ice

all the white noises screeching out a disguise,
piling it with nasty white lies

all the human commotion guise by suit and tie,
the bloodied hand gloved with a smile so wry

mountain of bodies, enthroned the pawn
the glass wall blinding the spawn

the ones who pull the strings need not waiver
for a swing of an ax only kills the puppet not the puppeteer