Thursday, September 30, 2010

Breathe

by Atikah Muhsin on Monday, 27 September 2010 at 23:28
despite the loud music
despite the laughter
despite the smile
never can you keep it from the cold wind
through my open window
it doesnt fail to whisper
your pain to me

dont you go embrace the gravity
dont you go kiss the earth
dont you go stumble on your knees
and cradle your head in your hands
have faith, love
for at the end of the tunnel
theres always light

'though theres always something in the way
with you i feel appreciated
in you i see kindness
wake up now!
and get blind by your shine

in my eye,
youre nothing as what you are
in your eye
so breathe, be strong
and stay that way
forever


p/s: turn around and you'll see that you're never alone.

27th sept 2010, 0100 hr
by: Atikah Muhsin

The Untitled-

by Atikah Muhsin on Tuesday, 31 August 2010 at 02:55
  
Left in the mud
cold and dirty
had u the heart to betray me that way

I didnt need nobody to love
I didnt need the need to be loved
u were love itself
and I desired no more

and all I can do
is to burst my heart
along with blasting musics
along with the savage rain
along with the big wheels on the road

I swear
you were there
you were there
thought we could end up being glued
now I have no clue
just where to find you


0248, Aug 31st 2010
*it's a two minute piece

Seven Still Won't Do

by Atikah Muhsin on Wednesday, 11 August 2010 at 14:27
 

So you weren't the greatest guy in the world
Not even my type of ideal
But boy you got me hanging there
Thought nobody could match our pair
And I'd look for you anyhow, anywhere.


Those days
I'd sneak it out when grandpa's asleep
When grandma had had leaves to sweep
When momma, before the tv and she'd weep
Just to reach you
And we'd talk about stars and moon
Just to hear your voice
Yeah the mobile was our toy
Pauses and laughters but still
We didn't give a damn
On who's paying the bills.


Hey, look back why don't cha?
When we would wake each other up for sahur
After hours of texting,
having our eyes half closed;
Or when I'd endure mosquito bites
'Cause I enjoyed our moments in the cold night outside;
To our song, JoJo's hit, on the radio
I'd race to the volume for more;
And funny when your sister'd do you the favor
Guess you were scared
Pops was gonna pick up the receiver;
Gotta grant her kudos, she the cousin
Our poor messenger
As she was brilliant
At keeping us from our 'hunger'.


Gosh that time we met
We had our hearts exploded, I'll bet
Hiding behind our friends
Caught in the tangled awkward net
And I still can't believeWe went for the movie
Having the almost-empty cinema to us
When we are now in a deep hush.


I remember
When we had it for only twelve hours
But it hit me more
To see you with her
Then and present
I reckon you didn't lock them to treasure
Us, along with the good times
Faded with no solid goodbye.


But todayAfter we walked our own ways
You came around and knocked on my door
Laughters and sobs trampled on each other
Rushing out through every pore
Yes things went wrong
People are people and sometimes we change our minds
But it killed me now to see it goes after all those time.


Yeah you weren't the greatest guy in the world
But we had it all, what everyone would love
Every boy, every girl.



By: Atikah Muhsin, June 4th, 2010.0236 hours

The Malignant

by Atikah Muhsin on Tuesday, 01 June 2010 at 23:53




She carries a boulder in an embrace
Her steps, locked on a limping pace
Along this endless journey
She's bullied, bullied, bullied
By the crushing winds
By those smirks of filth
Yet she walks, walks , walks
Only to be failed
By the glued rocks.


Some kind of a beast
She couldn't tolerate with
Loving, it cuddles
Adamant, it protects
Little that it knows though
It's, in reality, threatening
The soul it belongs to.


And she feels like she's naked
For she is her own veracious diary
Every tick of her
Berserks words,
Screamin' out loud.


Guess the traitors won't quit
Still,
The boulder, she carries
And she walks, walks, walks
For she's aware
Of His presence there
As her last gram of strength.






By: Atikah Muhsin; June, 1st 2010

The Glass Shoe

by Atikah Muhsin on Monday, 06 September 2010 at 10:54
 

Could it be?
That when I happen to enjoy a cup o' hot chocolate
My toe fiddling on the sense of new mattress
The flame, furious and caring
The itchy blanket, wrapping me in security
From that mean cold air;
That you would knock
Upon my humble cottage door?
Do I deserve such perfection?

Could it also be?
That when those two rascals would betray me
Arguing, terrifying
Shoving me into that Imbecile seat hard;
You would appear beside me like a ghost
Snap your fingers in front of my nose
And it all glitters to a colourful puppet show?

Or could it be?
That when I'm stuck here in this shrinking box,
Claustrophobic and raptured
My heart gasps
For that field where green grass grows
On a hill where I would give my knees an embrace;
You would somehow
Climb over my window pane
Take my hand and 'hopscotch' me there?

Could it be, too?
That when I'm trampled to death by a cow;
You would come
You would shoo it away
You would have your loving arms around me
Telling me everything is okay
And that I look far from ugly?

Sigh,
I don't know who you are
I don't know where you at
But Love,
Should you believe in Him
He'll do you wonders
Should we believe in destiny
It'll grant us
Us.

----

Siti, you never fail at making me feel envious of you.
Azhaari, you inspire me as a writer.
Fatin, I miss you so much..

----

*
I know my own piece betrays my age. hahah and I know, too, that it's typical and my vocabs just bore you. Guess I'm around those who write that i felt like grabbing my shaker and kill the papers. Excuse me for I'm far from good. But I enjoy writing so what the hell. hee. Please be proud of me. hahah c(:

P/S: You will have to watch Corpse Bride to know what hopscotch means.

love, Atikah.
 

MASS1001 : Oh.. When The Lotus Eater Breaks His Vow.

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah
Title: Oh.. When The Lotus Eater Breaks His Vow.


He who hath long been known as the Lotus Eater,
need not a new flower,
to besmirch the title he hath hold to,
for quite a long time,
sith the withering of his old flower,
beforetime he used to hast a rose back then,
but it hath withered per se,
due to the test of time.

For so long,
never hath the Lotus Eater disembark avaunt,
from his forth of solitude,
he somehow knows,
of the need to see what's going on with the world,
and so, disembarked this Lotus Eater,
from his dead boring world,
he sought for a wee bit of the eye candy things.

he saw this newly operated, nursery,
he was amused, undeniably.
But then, he quickly come to reminisce,
of his heretofore never been broke vow,
to not look for a new flower,
He hath swore that this vow is not to be broken,
at any cost!

Natheless,
Isn't all men are just too vulnerable?
It's not of the newly profound revelation that he's that vulnerable too,
his vow seems just couldn't stand the test of time.
It's nothing more now than a broken vow.

ifsoever there are found any vows that he hath the hesitation to break,
inter alia,
it would be this one,
solely this.
alack! What a wanion indeed.

but nay could he denies the need to hast a companion..
a companion for life..
Ohh..
When The Lotus Eater hath to Break His Vow..
You'll see some teasers mounting FAQs for him to be answered.


betimes.. he entered to the nursery,
he saw beautiful flowers are undeniably many,
he tried to pick one,
but nary has the every credentials he is seeking for,
he said these flowers are all plastic beauty.

at a corner,
he was amazed with his founding,
when awesomeness begets such a inexorable heyday,
it's inevitable for any men to not look at this flower!

later his heart beat rose amain,
to the crecendo..
it's so lovely and charming,
this flower is covered with white hairs,
it appears to be wolly.
Every each of it's bloom consist five to six small yellow flower heads.

He got nearer to the flower,
to have a better look and to see it's name..
Erewhile hast his eyne glared on the flower,
he knows, it's scientific name is Leontopodium..
The Roman called it,
floarea reginei,
Queen's Flower?
Eftsoons, he begets elation of this newly profound facts.

the florist approached him and said,
"this flower is one of the best known European mountain flowers.
it's noble, it's white.
So the Germans called it..
The Edelweiss."

he hath not heard it clearly,
"What's that again? edelweiss?"

"yes, it's Edelweiss.
Noble is for Edel,
White is for Weiss"
The florist later tried to reassure him.

Having known that it is the one,
which is of his fave and crave,
which hath triggered such a fain to his ticker,
the Lotus Eater decided to purchase it and bring it home,
but the price he couldn't yet afford to,
it's far bridge expensive!

To the florist,
this Lotus Eater reveals a few lines,
easy to fathom,
but kind of hard to swallow,
should it's being scrutinized with the heart.

"take good care of this edelweiss,
and be sure not to sell it to other buyers,
for i'll come one day,
and it'll be mine,
solely mine.."

time goes by,
left the lotus Eater seen aroint from the nursery,
to head to the place which he belongs,
with empty handed,
but he hath this new vow to be made..

"to the people who could read,
come to witness to this proclaimation!
this edelweiss is to be in this home,
i'll soon water the edelweiss.
My edelweiss-to-be."

For the time being,
let this Lotus Eater continue to his studies,
so that he'll soon have a stable career,
he'll have more penny,
and eftsoons the world shalt see,
he'll take that edelweiss home.
To his conquest for eternity.

And so..
Let's pray that this edelweiss,
could somehow remain strong and sturdy,
wouldn't wither before it's time,
and is not for sale to other buyers..




completed on 28/9/2010

was massively altered on 30/9/2010.
By Mohamad Azhaari Shah..

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

MASS1001 : Siapa Kita Pada Hari Ini?

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Title : Siapa Kita Pada Hari Ini?



Kita pada hari ini,
hanya mampu mengarang puisi,
sebagai ganti,
perjuangan yang kita tak mampu sertai,
Yang tak mampu dinafikan lagi,
kita geruni.

Kita pada hari ini,
tak lebih dari buih ketika bah,
nampak banyak, nampak gah,
tapi tak mampu juga berdiri tegak bersama,
amat rapuh tatkala ditiup angin,
terhuyung hayang tatkala dibawa arus,
arus yang menyesatkan.

Kita hanya mampu memerhati di kaca tv,
tatkala darah saudara sendiri berkesimbah di bumi Al Quds,
Dibantai penyembah si Fallen Angel.

Kita pada hari ini,
hanya mampu menjadi saksi,
tatkala penindasan keatas anak Gaza bermaharajalela,
menjadi korban kebejatan nafsu syaitan zionis.

kita hanya mampu menjadi saksi,
tatkala Quran kalamullah dirobek si paderi celaka,
arahan Vatican KAH aku tak pasti,
namun apa yang ku sesali, kenapa KBH kita seperti gagal merasai,
seperti hati kita yang dirobek di hiris?

kita pada hari ini,
taksub benar dengan dunia hiburan lagho,
remaja terkinja kinja menari,
gig sini gig sana kita pergi menyaksikan,
ceramah agama?
Bayang mu entah kenapa,
hanya kerusi kosong kelihatan,
tiada yang memenuhi.


kita pada hari ini,
lebih mengenal perkataan bukkake, hentai dan orgasm,
oh nani nan berleluasa,
fitnah akhir zaman ini tidak ternafi,
namun adakah yang masih peduli?


kita pada hari ini,
adalah pengamal tegar hizbiyyah,
aku islam Umngok, Aku islam Hampas,
dulu hanya ada dua,
kamu hizbullah atau hizbulshayton?

yang tak sehaluan kita wahabikan, kita kafirkan, kita khawarijkan,
agar terlaksana perjuangan menegakkan kebathilan,
semua mampu terlaksa,
bukankah kita machiavellist?
pengamal real politik?
Politik darah dan besi?
Demokrasi ini memecahbelah umat.

Yang memerintah adalah orang orang jahil,
sehingga kroni didahulukan, rakyat dikemudiankan,
islam mereka entah ke mana,
hanya dikerongkong ia bertakhta,
Yang membangkang pula tolol,
terus mahu diperkudakan si Ultra Kiasu,
tak nampak lagi lah tu,
perancangan hebat si anak anak murid Lee Kwan Yew,
In a way, mereka sama tapi tak serupa.

kita pada hari ini,
hanya mampu menjadi saksi,
tatkala aparat saintis dajjal masakini,
mengemuka teori menentang kejadian Ilahi.

kita hanya mampu mengangguk tanda setuju,
nak bersuara takut dihentam,
tatkala manusia dikata berasal dari beruk,
mana tak kembang hidung si Darwin,
penipuannya sampai kini diterima tanpa ada usaha menafikannya.

Apa buktinya?
buka lah buku sejarah,
buka lah buku biologi,
siapakah pithecantropus eructus?
sinantropus pekinensis?
cro magnon?
Neanderthals?

bukan kah ini buktinya kita diam tanda setuju?
tatkala pendustaan ini diterima tanpa usul periksa?
sungguh inilah zaman fitnah yang menjadi sebutan Rasulullah SAW sejak lama dahulu.

Kita sekerasnya mahu menafikan,
bahawa kita pengamal tegar assabiyyah semaian kuffar laknat,
kita mendabik dada bangga,
tatkala kapal bantuan berupa makanan, pakaian dan keperluan asas didermakan kepada penduduk Gaza,
lalu kita laungkan,
Malaysia Boleh.

Ini kah erti Ummatan Wahidah?
Ini kah?
dengan pertolongan yang hanya layak digelar bantuan kemanusiaan?


aku bukan lah apa,
teguran ini untuk aku juga,
sebab itu ku gunakan "kita",
kerana aku mahu kita bersama,
berlepas diri dari terus alpa,
lari dari perjuangan yang wajib kita ikut serta.

biarkan kata ini nampak tajam di mata,
pedas di telinga,
berat di dada,
namun tetap tersemat di jiwa.

menjadi satu suara motivasi, memerdekakan hati,
dari fitnah dajjal masakini,
marilah kembali,
ke landasan perjuangan sejak azali.

seruan itu sudah bergema,
disetiap pelosok tiada sempadan antara,
pemegang panji hitam dari timur dan imam terakhir hampir sedia,
menzahirkan diri menghentikan segala sengsara dan sengketa,
mengumpulkan pengikut yang taat setia,

kepada yang terpilih pergi lah ikut serta,
nescaya kamu akan selamat andai berbaiah kepada mereka.

30.9.2010

MASS1001 : The malay Dilemma

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : The malay Dilemma

the Malay dilemma,
is not of the newly profound drama,
to be seen screened in the cinema,
for it has something to do with their paradigma.

i know it's just too easy to ignite their anger,
Write few sentences of slander,
come to read these Malays awhile later,
then they will start to mutter,
the unsatisfactory will be heard louder..

the condition will get tenser,
but of what reason does it trigger?
By just a few sentences of slander?
You'll see some demons doing laughter.

O Malays,
such wake up calls are all just a waste?
That you still couldn't feel the
bury such crave for fame and praises,
for the burdens are for us to shoulder and face!

Malays need not a single kit,
to strengthen our fighting spirit,
cuz it should somehow be built with concrete.

Hear to what i want to say,
The Ka'bah wasn't built in just a day,
the vacant roles are for us to play,
so that tomorrow to win we may,
to get muslims out of any hay,
get rid of those foes in our way,
we'll make it a sure that the dammit jews just won't get away!

O ye Malays who hath the intention to volunteer,
in this battle that knows not the need to fear,
and we have no time for such empty flatter,
for we have known the even better,
sincerity undeniably is of the utmost matter,
for that's the credential of a jihad fighter.

my Lord, bless them with the alter!
They need to get better,
so that they will not wither,
had they are among the chosen to crawl in the winter..

29.9.2010

MASS1001 : Chelsea : Rise Above The Sky

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Chelsea : Rise Above The Sky

Chelsea,
they will rise,
rise above the sky,
with the speed of the light,
with the eyes of the tiger,

they will rise,
for that every time they
stumbled,
they will rise and rise again,
to end the miseries,
bringing back the tears of glory,

they are not a loser,
they are the true warrior,
we are behind them,
all of us,

we are their backbones,
Supporting them,
to the end,
until they are ready,
to rise above the sky ,
once again,
and for eternity.

(Azhaari Shah)
dedicated To Chelsea's winning
on the FA Cup Fnal 2009

MASS1001 : All we need is Him!

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : All we need is Him!


we need no reiatsu,
to beat the darkness,
we need no shinigami,
to reminisce us about death,

we need no zanpakatou,
to withstand every obstacle,
we need no taichou,
to protect our comrades,

we need no Seiretei,
to live in a prestiguous life,
we dont need it all,
because we are human being,

created by The Lord,
who has created mankind,Second Earth,Milky Way and Multiverses.

all we need is Him!
The Lord.


Nov 2009
by M. Azhaari Shah.

MASS1001 : El Especial Chica

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : El Especial Chica


Whenever I'm in sorrow,
She rekindles my heart..
Whenever I'm left alone,
she is there for me..
Whenever I sink in despair,
She is there to motivate me..

And oh when my heart,
got so weary,
She is the cure,


She's the one,
Who makes me happy.
She's the one,
Who makes me cry all day long.
She's the one,
Who makes me suffer for my entire life..
She's the one,
Who makes me believe in myself.

She is everything to me..

If I can own her with money,
I will sacrifice everything that I ever had..
If i can own her with happiness,
I will make her happy for the rest of her lifetime..
If I can own her with the intelligence and knowledge..
I will harp on studying through days and nights.

It is simply because..

She was..
The only one that makes me want to change!

April 2006

[aha. Aku tau yang ni sounds a bit cliche ,rite? Time form 2! Apa la yang aku tau sangat masa tu.

MASS1001 : Jika kau rasa hebatnya Chelsea

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Jika kau rasa hebatnya Chelsea

Janganlah hanya mengutuk Chelsea..
Sedangkan dikau belum pasti,
adakah benar m.U menang..
Menang pun hanya sementara..

Drogba dah sampai kawasan penalti,
Van Der Sar cuak,takut gol lagi..
Habis disuruh Rooney tackle..tackle pon hanya
Kad kuning saja..

Rooney pak turut,mengikut saja..
Habis Reff bantai kad merah pula..
Rooney pun mengamuk..
Tak puas hati..
Van Der Sar ditumbuk separuh mati..

Drogba nampak bola didepan mata..
Die p0n gol kan saja..
Tak banyak cerita..
Akhir nya mu da bolos lagi..
Abes dibantai 4-0 pula..

Apela sengal punye Rooney..
Punca Man Utd tertewas lagi ..
Chelsea bsorak da mnang lagi....
Peny0kong p0n rasa puas hati..

Jika kau selam hati ini..
Pasti nya engkaukan mengerti..
Betapa kuatnya chelsea tu..
Jangan di ragu..
Jika kau rasa pantasnya..
Pantasnya chelsea mengejar si M.U..
Nilainya chelsea pada ku..
Cukup berharga..

MASS1001 : My Glorious Malaysia.

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : My Glorious Malaysia.

April 2008

Over 400 years ,
within the foreign's clench ,
Within 51 years ,
Malaysia gained her independence ,

Malays,Chinese,Indians et al,
together,
Working hands in hands ,
days and nights ,

Their sweats ,
That poured ,
onto this bestowed land ,
Was their pure sacrifice ,
That catalyzed Malaysia ,
to the brink of glory ..

It used to be ,
a poor country ,
Now Malaysia ,
is a respected nation,
Shocking the world ,
with rapid economy growth ,
Year by year ,
That is Malaysia ,
The country I lived in ..

Unity,democracy,integrity and peace ,
Has been our values ,
since the beginning ,

Now we are the best ,
among the best ,
The world is in our hands ,

But do not forget ,
My fellow friends ,
Success is impossible ,
should you do not ,
seek for it..

MASS1001 : Inter is Our Prey

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Inter is Our Prey


My army comes from
deep within,
beneath my skin,
As you're ending,
I'm about to begin,
My strength is Chelsea ,
and I will never
give in.

So long it's not the end of the world,
and so long Stamford Bridge remained sturdy,
we will not go down.
We shall never surrender!

Inter is our prey,
let's avenge them,
let's torture them,
let them growl in pain,
let them kneel before us,
at Stamford Bridge!
We'll march through ,
to the last eight.
We'll be there.
Just you wait.

Completion date:15 march 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

MASS1001 : The isolated 5 syukur

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : The isolated 5 syukur

We are here in 5 syukur,
we are isolated,
from the crowds,
from the others,

Like an island,
estranged from the whole
world,

We got a neighbour,
it's 5 Efisyen,
the same goes for them,

They got a neighbour too,
it's the ocean of books(SPBT),
Full of boringness,
colourless,
but still got some colours,
sticked on the lacklustred wall.

Here in 5 syukur,
we have no choice,
but to go on,
make or break,
that's the teacher's saying,

here in 5 syukur,
we still go on,
because we believes that,
it takes no genius to be a
genius..

For our juniors,
study hard,
study smart,
don't let your guard down,
because when you do so,
you will end up like this poem
writer !

Dedicated to my 5 Syukur 2009 classmates.You rock!

MASS1001 : When The Hanabi Triggered Such An Earsore.

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.

Title : When The Hanabi Triggered Such An Earsore.

I still remember that night,
it was around 2 a.m
and the hanabi spark up high,
it triggers such illuminative colours,
on the darkened sky.

the joyfullness and excitement,
can be seen vividly,
in their inexorably excited eyes,
while triggering such havoc.

I really want to say,
something to them,
something that is too easy,
to fathom to,

all i've been wanting to say is,
"how can i sleep?
with such an earsore noise !!??"

MASS1001 : Gemuruh Chelsea

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title :gemuruh chelsea


Di dalam dunia
hanya Chelsea
kelab terhebat..
walaupun tentangan mendatang..


Chelsea tetap kuat..
membolosi..
gawang gol..
musuh musuhnya..


Terbukti Chelsea..
lah hanya kelab yang terkuat..
mengalahkan musuh nya..
yang menghalang..


Tak terkalah kelab lah Chelsea..
menentang MU..
walaupun pantas si Rooney..
merembat lah bola..
si Peter Czech...
dengan relax..
menepis bola...

Oh sendiri meratapi..
kekalahan Red Devils..
dikalahkan dengan mudah..
oleh Chelsea..

MASS1001 : Oh Kumpulan Kemeja Merah.

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title :

Ohh kumpulan Kemeja merah...
kerana politik, kalian merusuh..
kerana politik, kalian lupa diri..
kerana politik, syaitan merajai segenap pelusuk hati..
Menyemai kebencian yang tidak berbelah bagi.

mungkin kalian lah binatang politik yang dimaksudkan Socrates lama dahulu,


syukur, Malaysians bernafas lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih aman lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih mampu berdiri,
masih ada nyawa dalam tubuh ini..


Malaysians should be grateful somehow,
these rogue of delinquients,
have failed to trigger mayhem to our people.

let's keep this beloved land,
out of harm and chaos,
forever.

MASS1001 : Gifted is not a right

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Gifted is not a right

Being gifted,
is on of the greatest gift,
from The Lord,
Who Has Created,

gifted is not a right,
it is a priviledge,
entrusted to certain people,
with the outmost responsibilities,
to make use of it,
to the fullest,
to guide the others ,


Being gifted,
is not a ticket that guaranteed success,
nor in this world nor hereafter,
it's a priviledge,
that catalyze the rate of understanding,
learning and mastering certain knowledge.

Should they were overwhelmed,
by proud and arrogance,
they shall fall,
and shall never rise again,
and The Lord will take it back,
because it's a priviledge,
not a right!

August 2009

MASS1001 : The Chosen One

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : The chosen one

On that blissfull night,
He woke up at 3 a.m,
and took the ablution,

he prayed to Lord,
seeking guidances,
to revive his fighting spirit,
to kick start,
on some new things,

He is eighteen now,
calm and matured enough,
to compare what is the best,
for his life,
what is fit for real,
with his desire and demand,
compared to the moment,
He had lost his confidence,

he should never live in peace,
from now and onwards,
for such reason,
he has this responsibility,
to make use of the GIFT,
to the fullest,

he wish a dull life,
but he could not afford,
to opt to what he tends to.
it was decided,
he was the one.
The chosen one.

MASS1001 : Politician Nowadays

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Politician Nowadays

What about Islam?
What about Malays?
What about all the
manifestos that you
said we are going get?

Did you ever stop to
notice?
Our peoples were
suffering here.
Did you ever stop to
notice?
The Malays are falling
behind.

Where are your promises?
Grant it after we all
died?
What have you done to
Malaysia,
Look what you have
done,
what about all the
promises that you said
on PR-12?

Did you ever failed to
recall?
All the promises you
harboured to us?
Did you ever failed to reminisce,
we voted for you that day..

Where are you hiding?
Tell us the place.
Where are the funds?
Give us our rights.
Where are all the
money?
That you embezzled
from us?


August 2009

MASS1001 : Through Stamford Bridge

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Through Stamford Bridge

I dont want much,
i just want Chelsea,
thought that i could,
pick the other teams.

One step infront of the others,
Chelsea still could prove it alone,

in the blink of an eye,
chelsea could rise again,
tellin me why,
we'll find another game,
wear this blue shirt,
cheer this Blues fans,
Chelsea could start beating them(opponents),

now there's Bridge and field,
and Chelsea are not alone,
Field and Bridge,
Chelsea are together now,
through Stamford Bridge,
i can see,
there's more than joy and more than goals,

Bridge and field,
Chelsea no longer alone,
different preys,
Chelsea are winning now,

through Stamford Bridge,
I can see,
our wildest strike could be so dreadful.

MASS1001 : Puisi Pemangkin Semangat

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Self-confidence stimulant

0' Azhaari,
Bangkit lah engkau,
Tidak kah kau mendengar seruan ilmu meronta,
meminta kamu memiliki dan mengamalkan nya?

Sudahkah kau lupa tujuan utama hidup,
di dunia yang fana ini,
untuk menuntut ilmu?
Menuntut ilmu itu juga ibadah dan jihad ,
wahai Azhaari.


Tidak kah kau sedar?
payah cikgu memotivasi,
perih rakan menasihati,
jenuh ibu memarahi,

Mungkin kau alpa,
akan potensi maksima mu,
akan kuasa akal yang kau miliki,
akan kewujudan alpha-state mu,
akan kepantasan psiklon mu,

kini,
engkau membantutkan kreativiti,
mematikan cita cita dan impian,
hanya untuk hidup bersuka ria,

kini,
kau telah dibutakan,
oleh bisikan durjana syaitan,

apakah engkau mahu hidup selesa,
tanpa sedikit pun ,
menggerakkan usaha,
menjana akal fikiran mu,
menjangkaui batasan pemikiran norma?

ya,
kerna kini kau sudah buta,
dengan dunia malasmu,
kerna kini kau sudah tuli,
dengan hasutan syaitan laknatullah,

engkau adalah satu kegagalan,
kerna engkau malas untuk berusaha,
lebih rela berputus asa,

sedang hakikat nya,
engkau mampu menggegar dunia,
dengan kelebihan akal pemberian Ilahi.

mampukah engkau keluar dari alam fantasi rekaan mu?

Menghadapi dunia realiti,
mencipta evolusi ?

Kini kau jauh berubah,
buku dan pena kini musuh tradisimu,
bantal dan tilam kini sahabat karibmu,

Engkau penakut,
takut mendepani cabaran,
lemah menghadapi dugaan,
fobia mengerahi keringat,
malas menggembleng tenaga,

Apakah yang kau takutkan?
engkau mampu menghadapi nya,
kerna kau bukan lemah,
kau juga sehebat mereka,

Bangkitlah wahai Azhaari,
dunia sedang memanggilmu,
gagah kan lah dirimu,

jika ditakdirkan engkau terus gagal,
maka gagal lah dengan penuh bermaruah,
itu lebih baik ,
dari berpeluk tubuh,
dengan kemalasanmu!

MASS1001 : Viva la Palestina

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Viva la Palestina

from Gaza Strip to West Banks,
searching up for tracks,
of the deceased syuhada,


Their only shelter,
are taken away in just a blink of eye.

We are the living souls,
that hunger for power,

Camp David Agreement whatsoever,
Egypt must re-think,
it's their neighbour,
who is dying and starving,

Palestinians must be aided,
Zionist are to be brought,
to face the undeniable justice,


If you are so called rich,
why keep mum?
if you are so called bold,
where are your balls?

They hunger for foods,
They deem for prosperity,
which they could not afford,
and we still stand stiff?

How much burden must they shoulder,
How many innocent childrens,
shall be massacred?
days and nights,
their sorrow,
do we ever feel the same way?

The dead man's organs,
are taken away,
recklessly,
by the inhuman Zionist.
did you know?
Or did you ever have the slightest care?

viva la Palestina,
long life Palestinians.

MASS1001 : Through Old Kerepot

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Through Old Kerepot


Dont hate much,
I hate Old Kerepot,
Thought that I could,
hate Emirates and Anfield,
many points behind the Chelsea,
Thought that Alex could lose it alone,

In the blink of an eye,
Giggis play another game,
Telling me why,
Manchester lose again?
Got this Giggis,
got me geli,
I can almost start losing teeths,

Now there's Old Kerepot,
Man U will lose alone,
Old Kerepot,
losers are together now,
Through my astro,
I can see there's
More than lose than more than win.

Old Kerepot,
And we are not alone,
Different School,
Paul still at school now,

Through my astro,
I can see,
Ferguson could have been so gila...

I see a bolos,
it starts an anger,
Is this the one worth watching for?
Thought that I could do it without my remote,
Cant watch CUNTS like this anymore!

Now there's Old Kerepot,
Rooney are ber-bulu alone,
Old Kerepot,
Alex are kerepot now.

Through my astro,
I can see,
Ferguson could have been so gila...

Now there's old Kerepot,
so kerepot,
M.U will lose alone and loserS UNITE to go to hell together!


P/S : inilah kerja aku ketika dizaman jahiliyyah dulu

completed around Dec 2009

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

MASS1001 : Of The Loyal Politic Slaves

MASS1001 : To Bridge The Every Divide

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : To Bridge The Every Divide


There's something provoking you,
prying on your vulnerabilities,
to make use of it,
to deviate you from the truth.

should we harp on fighting each other,
we lost our faith,
THEY shall win the whole thing.
can't you see?

You all are full of proud and pride,
that's your weakness,
that's your flaw.
Give them no more,
of this open-wide opportunity,
put our religion first,
then comes the race matter,


yes, some of you.
Did mocked me,
but i shall have no such hatred for you,
due to the fact,
i'm aware that,
you know nothing about the whole evil plot,

i shan't be offended,
i'm just willing to make peace,
let's cease this brotherly wars,

forget the every intriguing propagandas,
THEY are into it.
THEY are conquering every of the viable medium,
can't we see?

I have no such evidence,
that is seemingly to be applicable,
to subjugate on that matter.
but The Lord has already warned us,
that THEY shall have no such
untill we deviate from the truth and escorted them,
to the very unforgiving HELL.


This my very ultimatum,
the last of its kind,
Let's bridge the every divide between Malaysia, Indonesia and the whole ummah.




*2 hours of completion(quite slow)
*completed in such nourishing and nonchalant sorta feeling.XD
*8th may 2010
*conveyed by Mohd Azhaari Shah.
* i borrowed those words from Him.

MASS1001 : Aku Yang Mengetahui Tapi Melengahkan Lagi..

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Aku Yang Mengetahui Tapi Melengahkan Lagi



Aku yang belum sedia,

mengetahui hari itu kian tiba,

namun hati ku masih dilitupi dunia,

menanti ku saban hari,

menanti kunci memerdekakan hati.

Aku berasa hina.



aku yang melihat dari setiap penjuru,

ke timur ini setiap jari menuju,

apakah lagi yang aku tunggu?

Namun hingga kini aku masih termangu.




aku yang tidak layak,

didalam diri hanya penuh noda dan dosa,
peninggalan semalam,

hanya mampu meniupkan semangat jihad untuk kalian,

agar tertegak nanti khilafah yang kita rindui.

kini laungan khaybar khaybar ya yahuud,

jaisyu Muhammad saufa ya'ud,

berteriakan di segenap pelusuk dunia,

menuntut umat bersama mereka,

merangkaklah kita walaupun diselubungi salji,

kerana pada mereka ada Khalifah Allah.



Wahai Sahabat ku yang terpilih,

kentalkan hati,

kuatkan tekad,

tuntutlah hadiah tak ternilai al firdausi,

berjuanglah kamu disisi imam yang terakhir,

memerangi si buta dan cacat.

maafkan aku yang tidak terdaya ini.


created at 2:20PM 1/9/2010

MASS1001 : Willy-Nilly, I'll Avid Thee for Ad Infinitum.

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Willy-Nilly, I'll Avid Thee for Ad Infinitum.


Thou art there ..,
et i'm here .,
i won't be sad ..,
because our path art likely ..,
to cross again ..,
in the face of time ..,
well , time will tell.


know that my love is adage..,
it won't besmirch thy good name..,
my love isn't for self-adequacy..,
as it's adamant..,
it won't tolerate to the bad talks..,
which those people said abou thee,


as i still haven't found ..,
what i'm keen to possess..,
i shan't sink in despair..,
as i'm dead meat..,
should i retreat..,
from conquering thy love...

i'm no such gee-knee-ius..,
and that's the undeniable veracity..,
yes, it sucks..,
because it builds upon me a barrier..,
that fades myself aroint..,
from thy naked views.

i have moments,
only believing,
so long this love rekindles it's way,
so long this heart beats..

with a sheer of passion,
willy-nilly,
i'll avid thee,
for ad infinitum.,

for the time being,
it's the best to say,
adieu, my love.




P/S: Archaic Form+ Old French+Old English+Modern English+Latin+contractions.

Thou = you (Archaic form)(old English)
art = are (Archaic form)(old English)
thy = your (archaic form)(old English)
shan't = shall not (contraction)
thine = yours(Archaic form)(old English)
ad infinitum = forever (Latin)
et = and (Latin)
adieu = good bye (Old French)


if there exist even a minor notable error/mistake or should you have any useful ideas, please let me know.

i still haven't found the most suitable title for this poem ,so, can you all help me?


completed around March 2010.
by, Mohamad Azhaari Shah.

MASS1001 : She's Out Of My League

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.

Title : She's Out Of My League.

1
this Sickness has come,
to its crescendo,
adagio but veraciouslY significAnt,
it's love,
that laZily knocked,
the windows of this chainted heart.


2
yes,
i am starting to love thou,
and yes,
my heart is vulnerable,
yes and yes,
this heart longs for thy love,


3
see,
We Are of the,
differeNt league,
equal footIe?
not even close,
for thou Are,
not for me,
for i am far bridge,
Zero than thou are,


4
i shan't be longing for thou,
not anyMore,
bEcausE it'll only hinder thou,
from climbing up the stairways,
that will lead thou,
to the brink of glory and triumph,


5
this my very last ultimatum!
O' Sorrow,
stay away from me!
i can't bear to jeopardise her future!
it would be the very last thing,
i would ever gamble on.


6
come what may,
i've learnt to forethought on the aftermaths,
i will try,
try at my best length,
to fade thy images,
out of this tormented heart,
out , out and out,
For eternity.



completed around March 2010

MASS1001 : Being A Man

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : Being A Man


Should worry besieges your heart,
or should you encounter adversities,
or should you stumbled upon in your quest,
to find the right path,
which will lead you to glory,


wake up and rise again!
go back a little,
to leap further,
or go back to square one,
to rebuild your strength.
You are not born and breed to be turning,

You have everything.
why must you hold back?
why must you keep the cats dead in your bag?

Be a man,
not only by empty words,
portray such gestures in your every actions,
i'm sure you have know,
that actions speak louder than words do.

be a man,
a true man fears not a thing,
a true man fight for his desires and demands,
surpassing his need to fight for his rights.

with a sheer of will,
you can withstand to any barrier,
resolve is everlasting,
time to make a change,
not a part of it,
but holistically.

you are running out of time,
for time is a great merchant of
jeopardy.
It has the utmost luscious to bring you down,

but if you could surpass to it's lame pace,
the time will be your humble servant.
bide the time,
to reinstill the starvation of triumph,

"wait and see" is no more to be found in your dictionary,
bury that phrase,
seize this once-for-a-lifetime opportunity.

O' bury those past glories,
it will only hinder you from kicking start for a new glory,
let's newfangle the state-of-the-art triumph,

and...oh come on!
you are not for turning,
one who feared to meet upon failure,
is sure of defeat, young man!


April 2010

MASS1001 : An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah.
Title : An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Stanza 1

beforetimes..
with the reference,
from the book of the recorded
memories,
you are narrated,
as a heart-rekindler,
you ignite every of my unvoluntary
actions,
oh,such magic you have got.


Stanza 2

But now,
as the wind pass by,
you have changed,
completely to a so-and-so figure,
to my very naked eyes,


Stanza 3

i shan't tolerate at any cost,
not at this rate,
knowing it's too late for such turning back.


Stanza 4

beforetimes,
your words used to be,
a heart-rekindler,
well yeah, i love you,
swallowing your words,
should somehow be on my daily on-list routines back then.


Stanza 5

but my words seemingly,
to be so-and-so,
nothing but a forsaken whisper,
to your naked heart.


Stanza 6

even when i wailed at such high
pitch,
like a delighted proffesor,
who has proved the accuracy of his
theory.


Stanza 7

it doesn't even sublimes,
your deepest interest to it,
so sad,
your heart is too blind,
to listen to those stone-wall cries ,
from my heart,



Stanza 8

Your words are sometimes,
too chewy to chew,
too bitter to swallow,
too harsh to allow,
it somehow make this heart
becomes kind of too narrow,


Stanza 9

a silent killer defines you best,
as you always strike at my chest,
narrowing every of the oxygen
chambers,
that i have possesed.


Stanza 10

should thou art to be an old-timer,
regular merchant,
in this heart-tormenting deals,


Stanza 11

remember,
life is like a wheel,
one day,
just you wait,
you will somehow,
eat back all the lies,
you have embodied,
in my used-to-be vulnerable heart,


Stanza 12

but that was like,
a zillion years ago,
now i'm far bridge matured,
to withstand to such overwhelming
lies,
oh, you can't besiege me now!


Stanza 13

willy-nilly,
the vocabularies that you instilled,
are to be facing,
some sort of permanent deletion,
in my newfangled dictionary,
in a nick of time,
just you wait ,
till i announce the obituary of
your rotten words.


Stanza 14

face the music,
accept the inexorable aftermaths,
for i'm sure you can feature some
resisting sort of force.


Stanza 15

well, i seemingly to be knowing,
of the veracious truth,
ain't you are,
a rogue of delinquent?


Stanza 16

think i'm sweet?
Not so sweet!
Wicked shall be fit for real,
for my in-mind middle name,
it's far cry adequates me,
for some real things,
but denied by such ignorance,
i have possessed back then.


Stanza 17

i shall now bury your deceased rhetorical
words,
far away to where no mankind,
could be affected by it.


Stanza 18

like a witch doctor,
who enclosed the genie,
he happened to beat,
in the yellow-cotton-coiled carafe.


Stanza 19

solely an ad-hoc for nothing,
but to be thrown in the open-wide
sea,
obscured for good reason,
till the very end.


Stanza 20

In the name of Lord,
who has created you,
please repent,
or else,
i'll hire some hit-men,
to strike back,
in the very centre of your face!




completed at 12.50 a.m 11 May 2010

by Mohamad Azhaari Shah.

MASS1001 : Detik Kau Ku Mimpi

Author : Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman
Title : Detik Kau Ku Mimpi


Teringat detik ketika ku bermimpi,
di sebuah majlis yang ku hadiri,
di situ para hadirinnya ramai sekali,
rata rata nya memang ku kenali,

lalu kau ku lihat seakan ternanti nanti,
disatu sudut tempat ramai mengerumuni,
Wahiya itu ku melihat lelaki itu menyarung cincin di jari,
kini ku tahu kau sudah dinikahi,
oleh sahabat ku sendiri!

berjujuran air mata ku ini,
menahan sebak yang tak terperi,
nasib baik aku tak mati,
andai nya waktu itu ku putuskan untuk membunuh diri.

Namu tetaplah aku diam bersendiri,
darimu ku menjauh kan diri,
ku sabarkan hati,
kerna ku tahu kau sudah dimiliki,
oleh si lelaki ini.


Andai kau sedari,
bayangan bayangan yang telah ku beri,
jumlahnya tak terhitung sekali,
namun tetap jua gagal kau fahami,
tak cukup kah pembayang yang dulu ku beri?


ku tahu itu hanyalah sebuah khayalan mainan mimpi,
tapi ku khuatir itu kan jadi realiti,
andai Allah tak merestui,
untuk kamu ku jadikan isteri,
permaisuri hidup mati.

Ya Allah Ya Rabbi,
sesungguhnya aku telah menemui,
seorang bakal permaisuri,
untuk ku jadikan pembimbing hati.

Pada mu Ya Rabbi,
ku serahkan hal ini,
andai dia pilihan Mu untuk hamba Mu ini,
kau tetapkan lah hati ini,
agar ku tak lagi tercari cari,
si bakal permaisuri,
si jantung hati.



Completion date : 16 September 2010

note : extract dari mimpi ku.

mood : risau, takut, pasrah.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Aku mencintai seorang mujahid. Sebuah perjalanan cinta..

Puisi Kalam Ilahi

Ku mendaki,
Mendaki dan terus mendaki,
Mendaki kerana satu matlamat,
Kerana satu impian,
Kerana satu harapan,
Kerana satu keinginan,
Kerana satu kasih,
Kerana satu cinta.

Matlamatku untuk sampai ke puncak,
Penuhi impian yang dilakar,
Yang telah menjadi harapan membara,
Puaskan segala keinginan di kamar hati,
Semuanya kerana kasih dan cinta.

Si Pendaki itu telah pergi,
Pergi meninggalkan puncaknya,
Namun puncak itu wangi,
Wangian harum kalamnya,
Kerana itu aku mendaki,
Mengikut segala bekas jejaknya,
Untuk meneruskan kalamnya,
Kerana kalamnya wangi,
Masih wangi,
Sentiasa wangi,
dan kekal wangi.

Pendakian yang jauh,
Yang penuh cabaran,
Penuh dengan liku,
dan batu-batu kecil yang tajam,
Kekadang aku terpijak,
Habis berdarah kakiku,
Sakit terluka,
Tapi aku masih mendaki,
Kerana aku melihat bayangnya,
Bayangan si pendaki lama,
Menunggu aku di puncaknya,
Kerana itu aku terus mendaki,
Kerana semangat yang diberikan,
Kerana sorakannya.

Sudah hampir,
Hanya tinggal selangkah lagi,
Selangkah ke puncak,
Aku melangkah yang terakhir,
Tapi langkahku tersasar,
Hampir saja terjatuh,
Namun tanganku pantas disambut,
Disambut oleh si Pendaki lama,
Lantas dibantunya aku melangkah,
Maka,
Tibalah aku di puncaknya,
Namun tiada lagi wangi.

Tanganku di genggam erat,
Di halakan ke atas,
Bisa mencapai langit Ilahi,
Aku senyum gembira,
Namun masih tiada wangi.

Sekali lagi tanganku digenggam,
Genggaman yang dingin,
Penuh baur-baur cinta,
Lembut tangannya terasa,
Namun kenapa masih tiada wangi.

Semasa mendaki,
Harumnya semerbak,
Setelah ku tiba di puncak,
Langsung tiada wangi,
Hilang harumnya,
Aku buntu.

Melihat keadaanku,
Si Pendaki itu bersuara,
Melafazkan kata cintanya,
Meluahkan rasa rindunya,
Cintanya pada Allah,
Pada Rasulullah,
Rindunya pada akhirat,
Pada alam yang abadi,
Kerana itu puncaknya mengharum,
Kerana itu kalamnya mewangi,
Kerana cinta dan rindunya,
Bersandarkan hanya kepada Allah.


Sedangkan aku,
Mendaki kerana wangi,
Mendaki kerana cintakan si Pendaki,
Mendaki kerana anganku ingin tinggal di langit Ilahi,
Menjadi bidadari kepada si Pendaki,
Menjadi pendampingnya yang jelita,
Kerana itulah tiada harumnya.


Aku mendaki kerana,
Cintaku kepada si Pendaki,
Kerana aku sukakan dirinya,
Bukan kerana Ilahi,
Tapi kerana diri si Pendaki,
Kerana kalam puncaknya yang wangi,
Kerana itulah aku hilang redha Ilahi.

Aku rela,
Rela turun ke bawah dan mendaki semula,
Rela melepaskan genggamannya,
Meski hati terlalu rindu,
Kerana aku ingin pendakian ini utuh dalam mardhotillah,
Kerana aku sedar,
Tiada gunanya kalam ini,
Kalau bukan kerana Ilahi,
Kerana aku khilaf,
Tiada nilainya cintakan si Pendaki,
Kalau bukan kerana Ilahi.

Inilah dia,
Inilah cinta,
Inilah 'qalamilahi'.
~ Inilah sebuah perjalanan cinta..



Created,
21 march 2010
10:28:49 am

Awan mendung yang cerah !

Awan mendung yang cerah..

Awan mendung tika ini,
Mengendong air yang bila-bila masa saja bisa tumpah,
Anak-anak yang bermain,
Kini mencari tempat berteduh,
Ibu-ibu mula mengangkat jemuran,
Bapa-bapa menghabiskan segala kerja yang ada.


Di satu sudut,
Terlihat seorang lelaki muslim yang sedang memandang ke langit,
Dua tapak tangannya diangkat atas,
Lagak gaya seorang pengemis yang mengharapkan ihsan orang ramai,
Seperti itulah gaya lelaki muslim tadi,
Merintih dan merayu kepada PenciptaNya,
Terdengar esakan tangisnya,
Semakin lama semakin menjadi-jadi sedu-sedannya.

Seorang lelaki tua menghampirinya,
Diikuti sekumpulan lelaki yang lain,
Juga beberapa muslimah yang manis berpurdah hitam,
Masing-masing tertumpu ke situ.
Anak-anak yang tadi girang bermain,
Ibu-ibu yang tadi sibuk dengan kain di ampaian,
Bapa-bapa yang tadi juga sibuk bekerja,
Kini beralih pandang ke arah sudut itu.

Lelaki muslim yang tadinya duduk,
Kini bangkit dengan tangisnya,
Seperti dia berbicara sesuatu kepada mereka yang menghampirinya,
Nada bicaranya yang lembut dan sesekali tegas,
Disahuti dengan laungan ALLAHU AKBAR !


Masyarakat mula memandang ke arah mereka,
Hujan yang sudah mula turun tidak dihiraukan,
Angin yang bertiup kencang tidak diendahkan,
Sudut yang tadinya lengang kini dipenuhkan.

Lelaki muslim itu semakin petah berbicara,
Kini masyarakat yang tertumpu sudah tahu apa halnya,
Ada yang terkedu,
Ada yang terharu,
Ada yang turut bersemangat,
Masing-masing menyokong dan merelakan,
Rela berkorban dan terkorban.

Hujan lebat sudah mula surut,
Matahari mula mengintai di sebalik awan mendung,
Kepulan awan mula menghiasi langit yang semakin membiru,
Tiupan angin yang lembut mendinginkan suasana.

Anak-anak tidak lagi bermain,
Ibu-ibu tidak lagi dengan jemurannya,
Bapa-bapa tidak lagi dengan kerjanya,
Masing-masing keluar meninggalkan kediaman,
Masing-masing turun meninggalkan tingkat atas,
Masing-masing mengikuti sekumpulan masyarakat yang sudah jauh ke depan.



Dari pandangan yang semakin samar dan jauh di hadapan,
Masih terlihat jelas kelibat lelaki muslim tadi,
Mengetuai kumpulan yang sedang bergerak itu dengan penuh wibawa,
Sambil mengibarkan bendera yang bergabung warna merah,hitam,putih dan hijau.
Kibaran yang tegap dan sasa,
Bisa meruntunkan jiwa-jiwa !

~ 15 jun 2010

Di sebalik kata2,

Lelaki muslim adalah = Negara Palestine

Masyarakat adalah = Negara2 d luar Palestine

Jadikan aku sama seperti kamu !

Siapakah aku untuk mengeluh ?

Siapakah aku untuk merungut ?

Aduh.. Palestin !
Palestine mengaduh tidak !

Keluhmu aku tak dengar !
Rungutmu aku tak lihat !
Alangkah tidak malunya aku !

DIA mendengar setiap keluhanku !
DIA melihat setiap rungutanku !

Sedangkan kamu tidak mengeluh !
Kamu tidak merungut !

Meski masalah kamu lagi besar dari masalah aku !
Meski dugaan kamu lagi berat dari dugaan aku !
Meski hidup kamu lagi tercabar dari hidup aku !


Badan yang dipijak kamu kuatkan dengan SOLAT !
Maruah yang tercalar kamu ubatkan dengan ZIKIR !
Wajah yang diludah kamu bersihkan dengan UKHWAH !
Hidup yang ditindas kamu bangkitkan dengan SEMANGAT JIHAD !


Apa perlu aku mengeluh lagi ?
Apa perlu aku merungut lagi ?

Aduh.. Palestine !
Palestine mengaduh tidak !

Malunya aku dengan kamu !
Lemahnya aku berbanding kamu !


Wahai Palestine !

Tarik aku dengan tali perjuanganmu !
Tolak aku dengan daya pengorbananmu !
Bariskan aku bersama dengan tenteramu !
Pegangkan aku bersama dengan panjimu !

Jadikan aku pejuang seperti kamu !
Jadikan aku pejuang seperti kamu !
Jadikan aku pejuang seperti kamu !

Pejuang yang rindukan syahid !
Mujahidah yang cintakan akhirat !


Aduh.. Palestine !
Palestine mengaduh tidak !

Jadikan aku sama seperti kamu !


~ 7 SYAABAN 1431 H
18 Julai 2010
04;58 م

Bisikan di sebalik tirai besi..

Aku melihat kamu
Aku asyik memandang kamu yang tertawa
Aku ralat memandang kamu yang bergembira

Kerana,
Tawa kamu adalah keceriaanku
Gembira kamu adalah kebahagiaanku

Sekali lagi aku melihat kamu
Masih dengan tawanya
Masih dengan gembiranya

Aku ingin bersama kamu
Aku merapatkan diriku dengan kamu
Aku ingin merasai nikmat tawa itu
Aku ingin berkongsi rasa gembira itu

Kamu memandangku
Kamu hentikan tawamu
Kamu sorokkan gembiramu

Mengapa begitu?
Salahkah aku untuk ketawa bersama?
Salahkah aku untuk gembira bersama?
Apakah aku tidak layak untuk merasai nikmat itu?


Aku sudah puas menangis
Aku sudah puas bersedih
Aku cuma ingin ketawa seperti kamu
Aku cuma ingin hidup gembira seperti kamu

Kerana,
Aku perlu teman tika ketawa
Aku perlu teman tika gembira

Aku tidak perlu teman tika menangis
Aku tidak perlu teman tika bersedih
Cukuplah adanya Allah bersamaku

Bagiku,
Kamu hanya layak bersamaku tika ketawa
Kamu hanya layak bersamaku tika gembira

Kerana,
Aku menangis sendirian tanpa ada kamu
Aku bersedih keseorangan tanpa hadirnya kamu

Kamu bersamaku hanya bila aku ketawa
Sedangkan Allah bersamaku tika aku menangis dan ketawa
Kamu bersamaku hanya bila aku gembira
Sedangkan Allah bersamaku tika aku bersedih dan gembira


Di dunia ini,
Kamu telah tinggalkan aku keseorangan
Kamu telah meletakkan aku di bawah payung kesedihan
Kamu telah memberikan aku bekal tangisan
Sedangkan kamu menguasai segala kegembiraan

Di dunia ini,
Kamu rela meninggalkan aku terkial-kial
Kamu sanggup melihat aku kegelapan
Kamu langsung tidak mempedulikan aku

Di dunia ini,
Kamu hanya sibuk dengan tawamu berbanding dengan tangisku
Kamu hanya pentingkan gembiramu berbanding dengan sedihku

Sememangnya tawamu adalah keceriaanku
Sememangnya gembiramu adalah kebahagiaanku

Namun itu cuma nikmat dunia
Aku rela menangis di sebalik tirai keceriaanmu
Aku rela bersedih di sebalik tirai kebahagiaanmu
Kerana aku butuh nikmat ukhrawi dari nikmat duniawi !


FREE PALESTINE !
~ 22 rejab 1431 H
3 Julai 2010

Apa dia?

Aku tidak pandai menegur yang silap
Aku tidak bijak menasihati yang lalai
Aku tidak bisa mencegah yang mungkar
Aku cuma tahu terjah saja !
Di sebabkan itu,
Ada jiwa yang sakit kerana teguranku
Ada hati yang parah kerana nasihatku
Ada mata yang menangis kerana terjahanku !
Maafkan aku.

Aku tidak pandai menyusun kata yang melembutkan hati
Aku tidak bijak menulis kalam yang menyedapkan mata
Maafkan aku.

Sakitmu,
Parahmu,
Tangismu,
Biar aku tanggung !

Aku cuma minta kamu jangan menilai aku,
Hentikan menilai aku !
Aku khuatir nilaian buruk kamu sama dengan nilaian ALLAH terhadapku,
Aku lebih khuatir nilaian baik kamu tidak sama dengan nilaian ALLAH terhadapku,
Ku mohon,
Jangan menilai aku sebaliknya doakan aku.
 
Doakan aku dan maafkan aku.

~ 8 SYAABAN 1431 H
19 julai 2010
isnin, 12;49ص

Seruan al-Quds !

Aku harap kamu di sini
Bersama denganku pada detik ini
Merasai perit hidupku di sini
Mendengar teriakan batinku di sini

Aku harap kamu di sini
Bersama denganku di tempat ini
Melihat tangis darahku di sini
Mencium wangi syuhada ku di sini


Wahai kamu yang aku harapkan !
Datanglah bersamaku di sini !
Bawalah bala tenteramu ke sini !
Ayuh !
Selamatkanlah aku di sini!

Wahai kamu yang aku harapkan !
Serulah para pemuda mu !
Bangkitkan nafsu jihad mereka !
Ayuh !
Perangilah si laknatullah itu di sini !

Wahai kamu yang aku harapkan !
Sedarkah kamu !
Kamu telah memberikan aku harapan !
Sampai bila aku harus menunggu !
Kapan tentera kamu ke mari !
Berapa ramaikah pemuda yang akan kamu hantar !


Sedarkah kamu bahawa aku mengharapkan kamu ?
Aku berharap kepada kamu !
Selamatkan  saudara kamu di sini !
Kabulkan harapan saudara kamu di sini !

Wahai kamu yang masih di situ !
Datanglah bersamaku !
Dekatilah aku di sini !
Marilah !
Mari lontarkan batu bersama !
Mari semangatkan jiwa-jiwa pejuang di sini !
Mari kuburkan si laknatullah itu di rumah ini !!
Ya !
Kuburkan mereka di rumahku !
Hinakan mereka !
Kerana mereka membunuh ayah dan ibuku !
Kerana mereka menodai anak gadisku !
Kerana mereka menyiksa mati para pemudaku !


Wahai kamu yang aku harapkan !
Aku harap kamu di sini
Bersama denganku pada detik ini
Bersama denganku di tempat ini
Ayuh !
Marilah !
Aku mengharap kepada kamu, wahai saudaraku !

~  29 RAMADHAN 1431 H
    7 September 2010     
     09: 45 : 59

Jadikan Ini Bumi Kamu !

Di bumi ini kami berlari
Kami merintih
Di bumi ini kami melihat kesengsaraan
Kami melihat kematian di depan mata
Di bumi ini hanya basah dengan tangis kami
Hanya sarat dengan jeritan kami
Di bumi ini kami hauskan kedamaian
Kami laparkan penyatuan

Ini bumi kami !
Ini tanah kami !
Ini rumah kami !
Kami berlari di bumi kami sendiri !
Kami merintih di bumi kami sendiri !
Sengsara kami melihat kematian melata berlaku di bumi kami sendiri !
Kami luahkan tangisan !
Kami muntahkan jeritan !
Kedamaian yang kami cari lenyap di bumi kami sendiri !
Kami minta penyatuan di antara kamu di bumi kami sendiri !


Sejauh mana kamu telah mendengar ?
Setulus mana kamu telah mendo’akan ?
Kami seru !

Di mana mujahidnya?
Di mana mujahidahnya?
Apakah mereka lupus diratah nikmat dunia?
Apakah mereka nyenyak diasak hiburan lagha?

Kami seru kamu bangkit !
Bangkitlah dari tidurmu!
Jangan biarkan diri menjadi lauk dunia !
Jangan sesatkan diri dengan jalan dunia !

Di bumi ini
Kami  tidak mampu berlari lagi
Kami lelah dengan rintihan sendiri
Kesengsaraan menjadi budaya kami
Kematian menjadi kawan kami
Tidak guna kami menangis di bawah rimbunan darah
Tidak guna kami menjerit panggil kedamaian yang  hilang
Sedangkan kita tidak bersatu !


Di bumi ini
Kami mengharap DIA
Satu-satunya harapan kami adalah DIA
Mohon seorang lagi Salahuddin lahir di antara kamu
Agar kami bebas di bumi sendiri !

Di bumi ini
Kami memohon do’a tulus Ya Allah
Kami berlindung kental di bawah redha Ya Allah
Kami minta kamu
Jadikan bumiku sama seperti bumi kamu
Jadikan ini bumi kamu !

~ 29 RAMADHAN 1431 H
7 September 2010
  03 :28:33 م

Monday, September 20, 2010

Poem - I Say

Don't let me go,
Just let me lead the flow,
Don't tell me you don't deserve me,
Coz the heart palpitates,
Whenever the phone beeps your message.

Listen,
Call it crazy,
Call it wacko,
En amorada de ti,
I've just gone loco!

I can't help,
But I love you so,
If you read this, then spare me a place,
In the warm of your embrace,
By the scorching heat of the fireplace,
Within the core of your soul,
Of the deepest love people hadn't known,
Due to unrequited love, they moan,
I could somehow, see through,
Could you?

I say,
We shall love each other dearly,
If only you are willing to wait and see,
My love is just, pure and truly,
Don't you doubt, don't you ever weep,
We'll sail through the sea,
And forever we shall always be.

Dear you,
Things wouldn't stay poignant forever,
The sparks of our love won't ever dim, never!
I assuringly,lovingly promise,
My loyal devoted service,
Well, if you just cooperate,
If your vows never break.

Don't let me go,
Just let me lead the flow,
Please,
Don't halt my words,
Don't mince my heart,
Because it's you whom I love,
Either you believe these verses,
Or we could part.

I say,
I love you,
I say,
I miss you,
I say,
I need you,
just..... stay and pray.
Hoping we'll be together someday.
Yes, someday.......


Sunday,
May 09, 2010
8:41 p.m


P/S : This one is quite pathetic. Yes, I know (especially for the last quadrant) I'm just warming up, mind you! =.='