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..

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 : 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 : 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.