Poems

Moving On

I need to move on,
not because moving is required of me,  but because still water becomes stagnant,
a rock unturned collects moss… 

I need to move on,
not because moving is forced upon me,  but because time doesn’t stand still,
the universe never tires.. 

I need to move on,
because the centaur is ever restless….

ToT2014: Art of Poetry Session

Last few days, I went for a ToT course in KL. Had the opportunity to meet my lecturer from MPIK, Ms Shobha. She showed us how poetry can be fun for our students. Via a number of activities, student can come to enjoy and learn how to create poems. One of the activities that we focused on was Chain Poem, similar to chain writing, we started with a central theme. Then the first person comes up with a line, a simple one; then the next person continues, adding another line. At the end of the exercise we came out with several beautiful poems.

I took some pictures and you can have a look at them using the link below.

 

Anak Kecil Berlari-lari

Anak kecil berlari-lari,
Riang, gembira, sambil tertawa,
Indah sungguh ibu pertiwi,
Aman, damai, sentiasa.
Nun jauh di sana,
Anak kecil berlari-lari,
Sedih, berlinangan air mata,
Berlari, menyelamatkan diri.
Tidakkah kau lihat wahai kawan,
Bumi bertuah, hijau melata,
Syukurlah diri wahai kawan,
Bumi bertuah, milik kita.
Nun jauh disana,
Buminya masih berlinangan air mata,
Darah merah, segar mengalir,
Anak kecil menangis kesepian,
Mencari-cari, erti kehilangan.
Tanah mereka diceroboh,
Mereka dipermain-mainkan,
Pertiwi dilanyak, diroboh,
Dimana ertinya kemerdekaan.
Indah sungguh ibu pertiwi,
Aman, damai, sentiasa,
Erti merdeka penuh dihati,
Marilah kita menghayatinya,
Luahkanlah perasaan hati,
Launglah merdeka sekuat hati,
Merdeka… Merdeka….. Merdeka…
p/s: Sajak ini dideklamasikan sempena pelancaran bulan kemerdekaan peringkat sekolah pd 17/08/06

Kala Fajar Menyinsing

Kala bulan terpaku sayu di puncak rumbia,
Kala aku termanggu sepi di ulit angin;
Kala awan terpinggir lemah di tepi rimba,
Kala aku geletar sejuk di hambat angin.
Kala yang tinggal hanya desiran bayu,
Kala yang pasti hanya bunyian segar;
kala dia masih lagi menyepi sayu,
kala belum ada yang ingin menyinar.
Kala itu aku masih termanggu sepi,
Kala itu aku masih menantikan sidik,
Kala itu masih tersorok paras diri,
Kala itu pasti tamat dengan tertib.
p/s: Sajak yang ditulis sebagai pelengkap ayat “kala bulan terpaku sayu di puncak rumbia” yang tertera di status YM Razz

My Tired Heart

The cloud billows,
The sail unfurls,
My heart is full,
Full of sorrow.
The bird chirps,
The stream gurgles,
My heart struggles,
Struggling to work.
The wind blows,
The eagle careened,
My heart is tired,
Overworked and slow.
The flowers so vain,
The bees racing,
My heart is raging,
Racing to fill my veins.
The winter is staved,
The summer remained,
My heart is tensed,
Hypertension followed.
Note: My sis a.k.a my doctor is getting restless, I have high blood pressure 150/95… too high… My family has a history of heart problems. Have just got back from the clinic to check my lipid profile (to check my cholesterol level). They are trying to check the cause of my young hypertension. I will have to go to a specialist once I get back to kelantan.

If Virtues

If silence is gold.
Why can we never hold,
ourselves in silence,
nor have the patience.
If patience is virtue.
Why don’t we have the virtue,
to just stay in file,
or just work till five.
If honesty is the best policy.
Why can’t we ever see
a person who is so true,
he’ll tell a lie when he turns blue.

Sonnet 17 and 3 Quarters

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s bray?
Thou art more ugly and more desperate.
Rough winds do shake the fleas of May,
And summer fortunately hath to short a blind date;
Sometime the eye of heaven shall not shine,
And often is his cold complexion dirtied;
And every fur from furs so bovine,
By chance, and nature’s crazy course, untrimm’d;
But thy equine summer shall not fade,
Nor keep possession of the furs thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death want thou wand’rest in his shade,
When with swine thou shall stay’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives fear to thee.
*note: my lecturer said something about this being sacrilegious Razz

Moonlit Rose

Red, shimmering in the moonlight,
You are the flower that blooms in the night;
Reflection of the moon in your eye,
Unlike any that passes before my eye.
Yours is the beauty that I seek,
Beauty that is everything but meek;
A flower that grows free,
There, a beauty for all to see.
Grown in the wilderness,
Braving the harshness;
Yet you grow strong and mature,
Always certain of your future.
Moonlit rose, stay as you are,
Always sure of where you are;
Mature and strong as can be,
Grow and be all you can be.
Note: Written during class, as part of a regular journal that I need to submit. Used one of my classmates as my muse. She was wearing red that day Razz And yes I did ask for her permission Devil

Where Is The Boy?

Where are all the butterflies that once were?
Where are all the smiles that you had?
Where is the boy that you once were?
Where is the joy that you once had?
For once, you were a boy,
Who had all the smiles in life,
Having fun, full of joy,
Running, and catching butterflies.
You were a joy to see,
Full of bursting energy,
A boy playing with his butterflies,
Caring for nothing but his life.
I long to see the butterflies again,
The boy playing in the field once more,
The smiles in your face again,
Joy fills your life once more,
Where is that boy that you once were?
Where is the joy that you once had?
Where are all the butterflies that once were?
Where are all the smiles that you had?
Note: Written around 7 am right before I went off to my Maktab. Another one of my submissions.