Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Leave the Dwelling of Yesterday
Pilgrim o pilgrim,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the abode is no more,
Leave the happiness that may,
Together with sigh and sorrow.
Vagabond o vagabond,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
Lest its shadow shall haunt you,
With stories deceased,
And in your mind they shall persist,
And so shall you perish,
If you choose yesterday to cherish.
Wanderer o wanderer,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the present is here knocking at your door,
Hoping much from you to shape its way,
To walk and work for evermore,
Until the time come when you will rest,
And so shall you witness the Blest,
Of your deeds and endeavors,
Thus, walk now for your good favor!
Traveler o traveler,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the oasis of today,
But watch out the mirage of tomorrow,
For hopes, dreams and ambitions are not straight arrows,
Yet never give them up altogether,
Lest your spirit shall wither,
By losses of the past and caravans of the present,
Keep walking nonetheless,
Keep seeking nevertheless,
At your very best.
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the abode is no more,
Leave the happiness that may,
Together with sigh and sorrow.
Vagabond o vagabond,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
Lest its shadow shall haunt you,
With stories deceased,
And in your mind they shall persist,
And so shall you perish,
If you choose yesterday to cherish.
Wanderer o wanderer,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the present is here knocking at your door,
Hoping much from you to shape its way,
To walk and work for evermore,
Until the time come when you will rest,
And so shall you witness the Blest,
Of your deeds and endeavors,
Thus, walk now for your good favor!
Traveler o traveler,
Leave the dwelling of yesterday,
For the oasis of today,
But watch out the mirage of tomorrow,
For hopes, dreams and ambitions are not straight arrows,
Yet never give them up altogether,
Lest your spirit shall wither,
By losses of the past and caravans of the present,
Keep walking nonetheless,
Keep seeking nevertheless,
At your very best.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
A Dialogue Between "Me" and "I"
I said to Me:
The sun may not be as bright,
And so the tide that does not necessarily turns our way,
The heart may not be as light,
As there are many things that made it sway.
When all the troubles seem to double,
Even the pillar-less sky looks ready to crumble,
When a cry is a silent cry,
Even the deepest ocean is thought to be dry.
Why, why and why?
Me said to I:
Hail and hearken, thee!
Look at the clouds; dark and heavy they may seem,
Yet they still bear the silver-lining gleam,
And the rage of the storm,
Will not forever haunt and roam,
Thy survival,
Will only spell thy revival,
Like the blooms of spring,
After a long, cold winter.
O I,
Let not you say life is such and such,
Just because things do not work thy way,
And whine not at troubles too much,
For troubles would bind thy day.
I said to Me:
Oh how easy it is to say,
In rhymes and rhythm to spell the troubles away,
If words and stanzas can solve them all,
Then bloods would not be spilled,
And hearts would not be torn.
Tell me O Me,
What worth a grain for efforts done?
Then, lo and behold!
In minutes, those efforts are gone,
Null and void as they clutch no hold.
Like fire that sweeps the dry grass,
Burning all those in-between so fast.
Worse is the story of hours of work,
And in the end I do not see any,
Except a barren land and a dork,
Which is I by numbers many.
Me said to I:
O I,
Do you not know?
A plant does not grow,
And bear fruits in a day?
Some takes decades for them to show,
What had been sown long ago,
Patience, patience dear.
But patience is not enough.
If you were to grow a flower,
And yet to it you seldom attend,
Not days had passed then will you water,
Not weeks had gone then will you fertilize the sand.
How do you expect for it to bloom, then?
I said to Me:
O Me,
Perhaps what you said is true.
Perhaps I will keep abreast.
Me said to I:
Come then, take my hand.
Perhaps I have forgotten you.
That has made you turned all blue.
Let us make amend.
For better days ahead, amen!
The sun may not be as bright,
And so the tide that does not necessarily turns our way,
The heart may not be as light,
As there are many things that made it sway.
When all the troubles seem to double,
Even the pillar-less sky looks ready to crumble,
When a cry is a silent cry,
Even the deepest ocean is thought to be dry.
Why, why and why?
Me said to I:
Hail and hearken, thee!
Look at the clouds; dark and heavy they may seem,
Yet they still bear the silver-lining gleam,
And the rage of the storm,
Will not forever haunt and roam,
Thy survival,
Will only spell thy revival,
Like the blooms of spring,
After a long, cold winter.
O I,
Let not you say life is such and such,
Just because things do not work thy way,
And whine not at troubles too much,
For troubles would bind thy day.
I said to Me:
Oh how easy it is to say,
In rhymes and rhythm to spell the troubles away,
If words and stanzas can solve them all,
Then bloods would not be spilled,
And hearts would not be torn.
Tell me O Me,
What worth a grain for efforts done?
Then, lo and behold!
In minutes, those efforts are gone,
Null and void as they clutch no hold.
Like fire that sweeps the dry grass,
Burning all those in-between so fast.
Worse is the story of hours of work,
And in the end I do not see any,
Except a barren land and a dork,
Which is I by numbers many.
Me said to I:
O I,
Do you not know?
A plant does not grow,
And bear fruits in a day?
Some takes decades for them to show,
What had been sown long ago,
Patience, patience dear.
But patience is not enough.
If you were to grow a flower,
And yet to it you seldom attend,
Not days had passed then will you water,
Not weeks had gone then will you fertilize the sand.
How do you expect for it to bloom, then?
I said to Me:
O Me,
Perhaps what you said is true.
Perhaps I will keep abreast.
Me said to I:
Come then, take my hand.
Perhaps I have forgotten you.
That has made you turned all blue.
Let us make amend.
For better days ahead, amen!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Searching for Love
I laughed a few times and had broad smiles in my face while watching this:
How cute and pure an innocent love could be.
How I wish I could be so.
How I wish my nation could be so.
How I wish the world could be so.
If I were to fall in love, then let the love set my heart right.
Unruffled by a false sense of superiority, narcissism and selfishness,
for the message in the Holy Book is clear:
"Oh mankind, We created you from a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes so that you may know one another. Verily, the most honored among you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you - and Allah has full knowledge and is well acquainted with all things."
[The Holy Qur'an 49:13]
Perhaps too much politics had rendered the world weary and wistful,
robbed of its innocence and innocuousness.
Yusuf Islam said, "maybe there's a world that I'm still to find":
I agree. For I am still searching for that world, too.
John Lennon said, "imagine all the people living for the day... imagine all the people living life in peace":
Oh, how I dream such world truly exists. Yes, you are a not a lone dreamer, Mr. Lennon.
Perhaps, such world does exists! Louis Armstrong had seen it. "What a wonderful world," he declared:
If I were to fall in love... then let it be this cup of love that I drink.
How cute and pure an innocent love could be.
How I wish I could be so.
How I wish my nation could be so.
How I wish the world could be so.
If I were to fall in love, then let the love set my heart right.
Unruffled by a false sense of superiority, narcissism and selfishness,
for the message in the Holy Book is clear:
"Oh mankind, We created you from a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes so that you may know one another. Verily, the most honored among you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you - and Allah has full knowledge and is well acquainted with all things."
[The Holy Qur'an 49:13]
Perhaps too much politics had rendered the world weary and wistful,
robbed of its innocence and innocuousness.
Yusuf Islam said, "maybe there's a world that I'm still to find":
I agree. For I am still searching for that world, too.
John Lennon said, "imagine all the people living for the day... imagine all the people living life in peace":
Oh, how I dream such world truly exists. Yes, you are a not a lone dreamer, Mr. Lennon.
Perhaps, such world does exists! Louis Armstrong had seen it. "What a wonderful world," he declared:
If I were to fall in love... then let it be this cup of love that I drink.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
This Life of Mine, Ain't the Life I Had in Mind...
Days of late, I have been thinking a lot about something called 'life'. Questions such as these popped out in my mind:
And I smiled when I listened and pondered upon this:
- What is it exactly that I want in life?
- How can I make sense with what I am learning right now in college and how to utilize them?
- Am I doing all the studies just for the sake of collecting papers with scores of A's, Dean's Lists, and Honors' grades so that I could show them off to my would-be employer(s) in the future?
- Who am I as a person?
- What can I give to my parents, my family, the people around me, and the world?
- A married life - when and what to expect?
- Am I really utilizing my 24/7 to the fullest?
And I smiled when I listened and pondered upon this:
"This life of mine,
This life of mine,
Ain't the life I had in mind,
But if I’m bold enough, wise enough then I can make this life worthwhile,
I can make this life worth a smile." - Kareem Salama
Indeed, indeed! :)
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Eid Mubarak to My Beloved Family and Friends
Assalamualaikum wbt.
I wish to extend by heartfelt gratitude and apology to my family members back there in Kuching, especially mom and dad, my brothers and sisters: hani, e, kai, na, and pit.
I would also like to extend a similar message to my friends wherever you may be: Malaysia, USA, Ireland, UK, Jordan, Egypt, Indonesia, Czech Republic - anywhere in this Land of God.
Even at this peak hour of busyness with examinations and whatnot, the advent of Eid is always a significant one - it serves to remind me (and I believe, my fellow colleagues) of spiritual victory. As always, every year, 1st of Shawwal is always a unique one for each passing year and of course for every Shawwal, there lies priceless memories and sentimental values to reminisce for time and again.
Ahlan' ya Shawwal (Welcome o Shawwal).
Ilalli-qa' ya Ramadan (Until we meet again, o Ramadan).
From the very heart of mine,
Salam Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin! :)
Dedicated to all:
I wish to extend by heartfelt gratitude and apology to my family members back there in Kuching, especially mom and dad, my brothers and sisters: hani, e, kai, na, and pit.
I would also like to extend a similar message to my friends wherever you may be: Malaysia, USA, Ireland, UK, Jordan, Egypt, Indonesia, Czech Republic - anywhere in this Land of God.
Even at this peak hour of busyness with examinations and whatnot, the advent of Eid is always a significant one - it serves to remind me (and I believe, my fellow colleagues) of spiritual victory. As always, every year, 1st of Shawwal is always a unique one for each passing year and of course for every Shawwal, there lies priceless memories and sentimental values to reminisce for time and again.
Ahlan' ya Shawwal (Welcome o Shawwal).
Ilalli-qa' ya Ramadan (Until we meet again, o Ramadan).
From the very heart of mine,
Salam Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin! :)
Dedicated to all:
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