Monday, October 31, 2011

tranquility of a sword

when a sword is forged,
with sweats and bloods,
determination conquers,
crafting a fine, deadly sword,
to slice anything
that confront it.

even a kitchen knife,
with its sharp edge,
able to cut hard, uncooked meat
with precise movement,
yet agile.

within the hands of experts,
either cooking or killing,
that was simple
with a sharp penknife.

within the state of sharp,
with no indentation,
should cuts any soft things,
without any glitch.

if this 'sharpness' is the tranquility,
people are equivalent,
to the a part called,

if an edge is ragged,
it never cuts smoothly,
rationally equivalent,
if people rationally don't,
it never cuts through the problem,
equivalent to blunt, damaged knife.
what did you see through a fine knife?
differ eyes,
differ mind,
deeper prospective.

what did you see through a fine knife? =)

Saturday, October 8, 2011


throughout my life
questioning myself
what is exams?
what its purpose?

everyone knows its answer,
nevertheless fully understands,
regardless any encounters.

what exams?
books and notes?
its just nothing.
 truly invaluable.

why exams?
higher education levels?
sparks of materialistic.
unseen gold mine.

its purpose?
to learn only?
open your eyes.
both of them.
differ prospective
differ answer
deeper meaning.

it exist, why?
none of true
only choices of life.

this poem inspired during the midnight of first day of final semester exam. pretty slack huh?

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

the storm

a storm is coming
violent winds, sky crackers together
chilling to the bones
by mass downpour
cornering one's heart
to its darkness

the ghost of himself
blanket his soul,
shivering his skins,
snatching his might.

one time, he realized
is this storm make me bad?
he answered, no.
questioning himself,
others? no.

by the downpour,
he sees life going on
the rain never stop them
it just rain, after all.

gust rushes by,
trees dancing
cornering everyone
with wet, cold air
life take a break

the sky cracker turns,
harmonizing the atmosphere,
with magnificent spiky, flash branches,
darkness of life sprung.

with more questioning,
he asked,
is there are courage?
yes definitely,
life still continue
like rainbow's colours.

this poem inspired by the storm happening at Kuala Terengganu. it pretty was strong too.