Value the nature

Value our land,
and lets value our earth in proper,
It's in Her womb we live and prosper.

Value our valley,
and lets value our streams and the flowing river,
for elixir of sustenance is the flowing water.

Value our jungles,
and lets value our trees, plants and forest,
for if there were no greens, man would be at eternal rest.

Value our foxes, fishes and fowls,
and lets value the rest of the faunas,
these fine creatures that move in magnificent ways,
without them, life would be a sick daze.

Value our nature,
and lets value our nature,
What She gives does not have price tag,
but men pin a value and sell it back.

He was a genius, but he was lonely,
He had pigeons, as his buddy,
He was smart, he had talent,
He designed alternating current,
He was inventor, he was a creator,
To scientist he was great physics curator,
He had the brains, and he had the heart,
science for the betterment was from his heart,
Edison cheated him and tried to make money,
So he resigned but didn't sue for levy,
A famous name in the field of science in any day,
Many don’t know that he was born today,
Nikola Tesla is his name,
He worked for work sake, not for fame!

 Why Nikla Tesla was the greatest geek

Weekend

The weekend is ending with Monday coming soon,
I had a good time under the sun and moon,
Spending time with those near and dear,
Now, I welcome Monday without reservation and fear.

There is something wrong with our nation

There is something wrong with our nation,
when matters of religion is more important than rape.

There is something wrong with our nation,
When racial bigotry is made a sense of pride.

There is something wrong with our nation,
When animals are not treated right and no one cares.

There is something wrong with our nation,
When parents negligence is forgiven by a funeral.

There is something wrong with our nation,
When leaders keep silent while extremist make noise.

There is something wrong with our nation,
When literate graduates from our schools.

There is something wrong with our nation,
Because our people choose to ignore their nation.

I like a girl who reads

"Bro, your being too choosy,
Get a girl, go on a date
Get again laid, do as I said," he rants

I reply grinning to my left
He says, "What type of girl you like?"

"Is it the ass and tits,
or the colour of the skin or your cultural bits,"

he looks at me holding his Hoegarden
zooming in with the eyes of those around the table
they, waiting for me to speak, to stamp a label

"I like a girl who reads" I reply
The words of literature that fuels her imagination
Where words can scare, scar and scent her skins sensation

Her fashion would not confine to the norms of the day
She would make her appearance formed, not from others say

Yes, she too at times, would avoid conversations and look down to fiddle her phone
her reads would not just be facebook status messages
as she her eyes gleam from hard cover books, paragraphs, passages

She would not be boring person because of books
Her conversations would be an adventures hook

making love can be kinky with cuffs like 50 shades of grey
or be sensuously supple like a Shakespearian play

learning to make love not just from pornography
but from the 64 positions of iconography

conversation would be whispers to the smell of papers in bookshops
rather shouting to hear each other to the smell of cigarette in the pub

she would laugh till she snorts to a witty pun
than a bimbo who prefers slap stick fun

A traditional believe she would have it too
when somethings a miss, she wont think to eschew,


You see,
some prefer ass and tits
I too like to tap on those bits
a handful of bosom is definitely awesome
but,
youth would wane and time would fly
for those who read, romance is never runs dry

it's true, I am choosy,
I look for a girl who wake up each day,
fueled with passion
walks through life with her own goals and vision
all these tickles my sensations
So, I like a girl who reads.



Inspired from a poem with the same title by Mark Grist

Take the road less travelled, Even if its the only road you see

Take the road less traveled,
Even if its the only road you see.

Live your dreams, thus achieve greatness,
Not at the expense of other,
but with the sweat of yours,
never succumb to others will,
only then one lives with thrill,
request with courtesy,
than beg with sympathy,
it's better to die ,
with head held high,
than to cease,
with a hung head and bent knees,
Take the road less traveled,
Even if its the only road you see,

some might call you a fool,
for not taking the clever way,
some might call you numb,
for taking injury on your way,
some might call you dumb,
for not making money on your way,
never succumb to what others say,
justly create your own way,
Take the road less traveled,
Even if its the only road you see.

Take the road less traveled,
Even if its the only road you see.

Kuala Lumpur the city of delights

Kuala Lumpur the city of lights
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights

Kuala Lumpur the city of vices
Hookers are there in shop lots and alleys
for you to choose without gally
However if your prefer a tranny
Lorong Haji Taib you would fancy
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights


Kuala Lumpur the city of drugs
Below bridges on the banks of klang river
men enjoy a shot of cocaine and then shiver
Pop pills in a techno club
heading banging to drug of the hub
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights


Kuala Lumpur the city of food
Appetize your bowels not matter your mood
Local food available all over town
A mouthful will make you melt not frown
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights


Kuala Lumpur the city of police
Crime still takes place with an ease
Some get arrested and some get shot
Depends what is offered to that sad lot
there are some men in blue
Sticking to principles true
to those officers, I salute you
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights

Kuala Lumpur the city of performing arts
Where artist and poet perform from their hearts
Musicians struggle but still sing with soul
To the tune of the crowd no matter young or old
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights


Kuala Lumpur the city of prices
A meal at the mamak you will be taxed
To the mood of he who writes the bill
Depends on the shop, for the wallet, might be a kill
Overall our staple meal is with rice
Decent food and decent price
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights


Kuala Lumpur the city of life
A place for young and old
enough room for the timid and the bold
People here are a diverse bunch
We wont back out when it comes to crunch
Kuala Lumpur the city of delights

These 2 pieces was written for my friend Kavina's wedding on different occasions.


My friend who laughs before i finish a joke,
Good times with you is never broke,
Your house was a playground for us
Be it the attic or the terrace,
We laughed and joked till we cried,
While you were always by our side,
Marriage is taking you southward away,
Till dentures and grey hair as friends we would always stay.


To the bride and groom,
for life to be a garden of blooms,
always hold each other dear,
and never allow in fear,
love is to be the center of your matrimony,
no matter the amount of your money,
may God bless the both of you,
and remember to say daily "I love you"

Dog

Black dog white dog

grey dog, stray dog,

blind dog, police dog

service dog, guide dog,

purse dog, pet dog

single coat, double coat

long tail docked tail

Dogs decedents of wolfs

Barks steadily woof woof

teach them to fetch, teach them to catch,

teach them well, a good companion to match,

animals of strong olfactory cortex,

they are feared out of context,

Dogs, not just men best friend,

till death, for their master they will defend

The Dirty Thirty Poetry Month - April - Part 3

#theDirtyThirty #Day21 #culture

Indian mothers who find brides for their sons,
'She should be educated, nice girl and cultured' they say.
Everybody wants a nice girl, but cultured, let me see,
Your son can't converse in his mother tongue, is he cultured?
Your son doesn't know his clan and it's history, is he cultured?
Your son does not know his traditions and practices, is he cultured?
The only culture your son has is what he eats!
Yet you have the audacity to look for a cultured girl for him?


#thethirthydirty #Day22 #lettertochildofwar

I empathize that you are,
cut by crime,
bruised by bullets,
wounded by war,
Each day would look dark and daunting.
Always keep in thought that darkness has its time,
for it must give way to light of day.
When light of peace shine, you will be smiling,
till that day dear child, hold on,
and believe in the words of our peaceful grandfather Gandhi when he said,
'There has been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall - think of it, always '


#thethirthydirty  #Day23 #villanelle

Life is a beautiful dance,
With time as tune for dance,
Living life is a performance.

Each movement is also expression,
Over time a wonderful repetition,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Each thought is a posture,
Design to create or rupture,
Living life is a performance.

Growing up we learn different steps,
From good and bad our life maps,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Tutelage and guidance from the environment,
Even malice is a tool for betterment,
Living life is a performance.

Teachers would come and go,
For each class a performance they show,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Loving another with a romantic tune,
By being venerable and not immune,
Living life is a performance.

When music stops, so would the dance,
Curtains come down marking the end of performance,
Life is a beautiful dance,
Living life is a performance.


#thethirthydirty  #Day24 #freewrite

I fought my battles standing strong,
With my belief's, it's nothing wrong.

I worked so hard and stood my ground,
I'm standing here with my crown.

I'm never gonna go back,
I'm not gonna change track.

I made my world just for me,
I'm sharing with my friends and family.

This is where I belong,
Being carefree humming freedom's song.


#thethirthydirty  #Day25 #money

Calculating of currencies creates condescending cruel crowd of cost conscious cosmopolitans.

We calculate the cost of house not homes,
We calculate the cost of medicine not care,
We calculate the cost of weddings not marriage,
We calculate the cost of education not learning.

Calculating character than currencies can create a community coexisting with cooperative consciousness.


#thethirthydirty  #Day26 #magic

Magic is when the act of lust, creates life,
Magic is when mothers blood becomes milk,
Magic is when the child's laughter is sweeter than music,
Magic is when the flower bud blooms to the sun,
Magic is when a smile brightens up someone Else's day,

Magic is when little things in life gets noticed.


#thethirthydirty  #Day27 #funny

Ding dong bell,
The Nun died and went to hell, Cast to the devil's lair,
She found Reverend Father there,
She burst out 'You too in the devil's keeping?',
Father said 'Shh.... Next cell, the Pope is sleeping'


#thethirthydirty  #day28 #freewrite

We count daily on happenings around us,
While we count on others, they count on us too.

Politician count the votes,
While voters count the trust.

Students count the lessons,
While teachers count the fees.

Employers count the hours,
While employees count their effort.

Player count their game,
While supporters count their scores.

Bank count the interest,
While borrowers count the repayment.

He counts the good times,
While she counts his loyalty.

Men counts his fortune,
While God counts their deeds.



#thethirthydirty  #day29 #limerick

She stripped and laid naked,
He stripped as he got excited,
But he could not get up standing,
All he did was panting,
She left the room frustrated.

#thethirthydirty  #day29 #limerick

He wanted a good time, sexual,
More than his hands provided, habitual,
He took the lady and paid his money,
She stripped, he notice something uncanny,
He popped his cherry with a transexual 


#thethirthydirty  #day30 #goodbye

A month of poetry,
With words of sultry,
We made conversations envy,
As our prose stood dainty,
As we write, we read,
Our minds professed,
On keyboard our fingers pressed,
Writing to theme,
Writing to thought,
Writing to express,
Writing to impress,
With words we did not suppress,
By reaching day 30, we end writing here,
But the end of poetry is never near,
My thoughts via prose would continue to smear.

#thethirthydirty  #day30 #goodbye

Goodbyes are permanent they say,
Out of sight out of mind, 
Only for those who are unkind,
Farewells vary from pompous parties to somber handshake,
Both reminding  each other that bonds should not break,
time would come and we would be yonder,
but distance make the heart grow fonder.


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The Dirty Thirty Poetry Month - April - Part 2

#‎thethirthydirty‬ ‪#‎day14‬

Father, we shared jokes and laughter,
On your duty you never did falter,
When you were here, family time was the best,
Four years has gone since you left for eternal rest,
Like Elvis you have left the building,
but you have not left our hearts.

  

#‎thethirthydirty‬ ‪#‎day15 #death

Death death death in custody,
this month we had another one on the list,
when custodial death in Malaysia would give a miss.

Death death death in custody,
it happens every month of the year,
would any one politician give their ear ?

Death death death in custody,
Death man carries no tail,
the law to judge the perpetrators is frail.

Death death death in custody,
this is no murder they say,
Just another statistic, another day.

Death death death in custody,
when would this stop, not many cares,
to speak up for this, not many dares.

Death death death in custody,
beaten up and bruised while in the cell,
even before dying, they experienced hell.

Death death death in custody,
Would policemen and jailers be punished for their sins?
We must punish them, maybe by their own medicine. 

 

#‎thethirthydirty‬ ‪#‎day16 #writeosomeonewhoinspireyou 

Hey Mr Road sweeper,

I've seen you here and there,
A straw hat and a broom you bear,

I see you in action under the scorching sun, 
To keep our roads clean, your work done,

To dust and dirt you are mean,
It's a tiring job it seems,
but how you do it with a gleam?

Our roads and parks are cleaner due to you,
I never stopped to say thank you,
Please accept my words as a tribute to you.

#‎thedirtythirty‬ ‪#‎day17‬ ‪#‎freewrite‬

In the wilderness, under the cloak of darkness,
It’s said that in the shadow of night, ghost and goblins roam free.
How can this be?
When the midnight breeze plays the lute,
the full moon smiling upon land,
the skyline as a tent draped with a thousand shimmering stars
with cool sands kissing the feet,
it’s not a playground of ghouls,
it’s a pavilion of romanticism,
seated here, I gazed upon the emptiness beyond the shores of moonlight and realize,
angels and demons do not come out according to time of day,
they are in hearts of men constantly, in play.


#‎thedirtythirty‬ ‪#‎day18 #‎Lettertomypastself‬
 
Go forth and have dreadlocks right after you have done braiding your hair, your future is hairy in other places then expected.
Learn music and dance while still a student, once you start working, you would not have time for this.
Don’t stick to a clique in uni, you loose more in contacts.
Enjoy the company of ladies in university, the working world is more racist than you think.
Learn and record hymns from the grand old matriarch, you are only person for this job.
Make it a practice to exercise daily.
Learn to say no.
Don’t worry that you have not set foot on an airplane. You will be proud when you do it with your own money.
Dream daily on your future, don’t worry on the “how”
Always trust your instincts, God blessed you on this.
Above all, stick to your principles no matter what, you future will be smiling due to this!

#‎thedirtythirty  #‎day19 ‬ ‪#‎thefutureme‬
 
My dear self,
I have manifested in the future to check on your journey as you cruise along gaily, taking world by the day.
To check on the principles that you held dear,
To your heart are they still near.

Are you still writing prose or has the corporate life reduced your literature to email and documents?
Do your subordinate listen to you out of fear or respect?
The car you drive, is it more stylish then the confidence you had when you drove your first car?
Did you kiss your wife with passion and your mother with purpose?
Are your kids enjoy childhood like you did or have you made them a robot programmed by endless class?
How much do you give for charity ever since you became a priority customer of the bank?
When did you last buy a meal for the beggar?
When did you last bow in prayer with tears of thanks?


 #‎thedirtythirty‬  #‎day20‬ ‪#‎styleyoudontusuallywritewith‬
 
Someone's smile seem so superficial,
Acting always affirmatively artificial.

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Temple and servant

God made us in His image,

But he made your body a temple.

I would seek your permission at the entrance,

I would enter for service when your doors open willingly,

I would stay and pray till worshiper and worshiped reaches crescendo,

In the temple, miracle of life would take a place, for you to nurture.

90 minutes of my worship, would take you 9 months of penance for us to receive a boon.

Many cycles of worship and penance would give us many boons.

The temple will be battered by the storm of time, but this devotee,

would not just stay for service, but would be the servant that upkeeps the temple

The Dirty Thirty Poetry Month - April

#StartingfromDay1 to #Day13

#Thedirtythirty #Day1
Soldiers sacrifice their lives for the country,
Politicians won’t even sacrifice their ego for the country.

#Thedirtythirty #Day2
Dreams are not our fantasies of tomorrow
but our plans for the future.

#Thedirtythirty #Day3
I laugh at those who call themselves animal lovers,
while their bellies are fat with bird, cattle and swine

#Thedirtythirty #Day4
There are two holy rooms outside the temple;
Classroom where knowledge is transmuted,
Bedroom where life is created.

#Thedirtythirty #Day5
“I’ll let you die a widow” he said.
“So I can prepare heaven when you come”

#Thedirtythirty #Day6
Bury your head into my chest,
for it has enough rage to burn darkness into light.

#Thedirtythirty #Day7
He lamented his wife does not understand him.
She wept because her husband’s under stands not only for her.

#Thedirtythirty #Day8
He who leads is a leader,
He who bosses is a boss,
He who complaints and follows will always be a servant.

#Thedirtythirty #Day9
It’s another day,
another page,
another prose,
a good day to compose.

#Thedirtythirty #Day10
Our eyes are not looking above for inspiration,
not looking across in conversation,
but looking below to our phones.
We value electronic devices,
more than conversation and voices.

#Thedirtythirty #Day11
For the time of a full moon,
I at a single meal,
slept on a straw mat,
woke up before dawn and chanted your name
until my tongue swell,
not to receive your grace in exchange,
but to bask in your bliss.
Even if lovers forget to love,
Let me not forget you my golden youthful Lord!

#Thedirtythirty #Day12
She stole my attention by walking,
She stole my thoughts by just looking,
She stole my heart by just smiling,
She strolled towards me and said “Hello”
With a deep bold macho voice,
I stole time by running.

Towards numbers and equations I don’t have inclination,
language and words are my vocation,
reading a good verse daily is my anticipation,
but sitting down for composition,
and completing it with fervor is my satisfaction.

Let go and let God,
Bountiful is what faith accords,
Limitless dreams our minds can create,
Making them true, our actions to emulate,
Boundless indeed is god’s creation,
So start dreaming without reservation!

#Thedirtythirty #Day13
Whiskey too, tasted sweet,
drunk from the cup of her lips.


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7 Stages of Love

Stage 1 - Sight (Hub)

The first glance cast upon this female temptress
I am digging a path for love's entrance
When bodies embrace we are judged by bystanders
When our eyes embrace how can they know
Love and lust creep in by sight
No matter how hard I try, I can never stop it, with all my might


Stage 2 - Intoxication (Uns)

I can’t sleep well, I can’t eat well
My visions are blurred
My thoughts aren’t still
I am moving, but  not at my will I have transformed from a soldier to a vagabond
Liquor when drunk intoxicates,
How is it I am intoxicated each moment when I think of you


Stage 3 - Physical Contact (Ishq)

Call it love
Call it lust, if you must
Lets our palms embrace
It’s no disgrace
I wanna kiss your lips
Hold your hips
Let’s be together, Lets be one
Let’s forget the world, let’s have fun
Yes, stroke me with a sensuous touch
I ascend to heaven and back
with your each caress

 Stage 4 - Worship (Aqeedat)

I have lost myself in your worship
You are my Goddess and I am thy humble servant
The object of my reverence
The pinnacle of my prayer
Yes, I have become your devotee


Stage 5 - Sacrifice (Ibaadat)

In the alter of love
I offer myself as sacrifice
Take my body
Take my blood
take my soul
do whatever you want of me
I am not an animal in your command
but a toy in your hands
even if you bathe me with flames,
my ashes would whisper your name to the song of the wind


Stage 6 - Insanity (Junoon)

Obsession, no it’s not that
Love has filled me 
Lust has conquered me fully

My meditation has brought me to you 
You offer me samadhi, the nirvana for me to bask in your bliss

Stage 7 - Death (Maut)

How can love be true if it exist within our veins
Love between bodies will decay
Love between hearts is divine
True love would surpass our time and live with history
Amongst future lovers it would be a lesson
No, not a lesson. It would be a scripture, their creed
for the moment I lived in your arms, my love I am immortal
Now, I throw myself happily in the valley of death