Showing posts with label English Language Poetries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English Language Poetries. Show all posts

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 : 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 : 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 : 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 : 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