Cancer (20 June - 21 July)

Remembering

hanging, but stammering :
This is the language of love.

A pleasure,
A treasure.

A gift without measure.

This is the beauty of love,

Mystical

Lyrical

Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.

More than a year has passed

Since you and I

Parted in grief and tears

Today at last

A letter came

One tiny, narrow sheet.

Tonight I’ve lit my lamp

A hundred times

To read its words of love.

This is love; two souls

that freely meet, and

have no need

of proving anything. 

note - Written by my either one of my parents (probably mum) over 35 years ago, first two words are blurred, I took a guess and go ahead with it. This was taken straight from her old diary, dates back to the year of 1975.

How old will I be?

semalam sudah berlalu, takkan mampu aku merubahnya,
besok belum pasti milikku, tak tentu ajalku bila.
yang aku punyai hanyalah sekarang, aku kan berusaha menjadi sebaik-baik diriku.

"Every soul shall have a taste of death: and only on the Day of Judgment shall you be paid your full recompense. Only he who is saved far from the Fire and admitted to the Garden will have attained the object (of Life): for the life of this world is but goods and chattels of deception."  (Al-Imran:185)

   Telah bertanya sahabat radhiallahu 'anhum kpd baginda SAW:
"Wahai Rasulullah, siapakah yang paling cerdik di antara kaum mukminin?" Baginda SAW menjawab: "yang paling banyak mengingati akan kematian dan yang paling elok persediaan untuk menghadapinya, mereka itulah orang-orang yang cerdik." - H.R Ibnu Majah

_It never is wise to avoid something that is inevitable_

ZOMBI

itu hari
aku nampak ZOMBI
pelik, tak serupa orang mati
mereka berlari-lari
terus ke pusat mengundi
ada juga menaiki LC
tak kurang juga dengan keretapi
di serata ruang mereka penuhi
hairan, tiada kelihatan kubur tergali
kusangka sudah basi
taktik lapuk muslihat keji
sepantas tiba, mereka pergi
jijik, demokrasi kian dicabuli
terpimpin ia demi tirani
hati nurani ditolak ketepi
semua demi kuasa dan materi

ZOMBI, sampai bila terus begini?
hantu syaitan kukuh berdiri
pelesit toyol menari-nari
jembalang jadi kuli
ini bumi yang sangat misteri....

catatan: Mac 2008, tiada otak yang dipengapakan dalam proses berkarya

huru-hara dunia

si kuku besi ketawa,

ramai marhaen masih menderita,
bilakan sudah senario ini?

inikah kebiasaan zaman kini?

yang kaya bertambah kaya,

yang miskin semakin papa,

diangkat, disanjung sang durjana,

suara keadilan kian dilupa,

apa terjadi pada kemanusiaan?

sudah tenggelam di dasar gelap?

di bawah kepentingan dan keutamaan,

fitnah rasuah semua lengkap,

bagai aur dengan tebing,

bagai kuku dengan isi,

pemerintah dengan penyeleweng,

"pemimpin" dengan korupsi.

The Adny's

klik utk besarkan

dari kiri; Hakeem, Ayman, Aisyah, Luqman, Umar (Ameen masa ni M.I.A)

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde

Mask Of Sorrow

A beautiful smile for all to see
A perfect mask, a perfect me

Through all this my spirit had died
I stood so tall yet wept inside

So drowning in sorrow, fear and lies
Shadowed in darkness with bleeding eyes

My breaking heart could take no more
With every step my soul had tore

Yet I wear my mask for you all to see
A perfect person, a perfect me

- Anonymous