Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Days We Stood Still

I posted this on 29th July 2011 and sadly, five years later, nothing's changed for the people of Syria.

Blessed Surrender

The silence unnerves her
A once bustling boulevard
Thrash strewn amidst jostling crowd
Of whom there were none this day

Slowly she walks
Afraid of hearing her own shuffling
Past what was once, what, a tent?
A smoldering heap, charred tinder

At the centre of the stillness
A hulk of a steely monster stood, once arrogant
A mangled cage, trace echoes of scream
Of its occupants dying a lifetime of death

Pass the iron horror she trudges ahead
Directionless, willed only by the need to move
Somewhere, anywhere
Where there is a soul
Kindred or otherwise
A soul she ask a soul she seeks

Except for the hulking wreckage where she gagged a vomit
The air is pure is clean is sure
A sun soaked clarity of a surround
Alas there was only sight but not a single sound
Except for a rustling of wind ruffled debris
Other than a gust of strewn dust

A square, of tents in people pushed to the brink
Finding their voices found long subdued
Only to be mutedly strangled
Tyrannical hands of vile might

Soon is Ramadhan*
Is it not she thinks?

A month for shackling of lust of pride of desires
A month of peace of penance of repentance
A month of endless joys in blessed surrender
Ten nights of fruitful embracing of faith

If only
There was someone
Anyone to welcome
A month so waited

She trudges
Wondering why there was no scent
When death was too many
Too plenty too heart rending

Perhaps its Syuhada then
She thinks
She walks
She ponders

Dedicated to the lives lost in for making their voices heard.
* Ramadhan will also be upon us soon. I dare not be flippant of such grotesque irony.

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Late Evening of A Few Sitting - Whatever that Means..

It's been a long while now that I've been able to finish a book in one sitting.

With Mark Haddon's "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time",  I've managed to do so in three.

Admittedly the book is not that beefy in pages, though it is in content.

The dry, Brit humor present early on somewhat petered off towards the end - which was positive and, well, happy enough - but it had enough to keep me hooked to the end.

Even got to the part about the advertisement on Malaysia at the Tube Stations / Network. 

Since the book was written in 2003, it was still Malaysia Truly Asia.

I've mentioned that the book is beefy in content: it is.

I'm especially drawn to the portions about how the mind works to interpret characters, situations, events and everything else.

The skewed, autistic mindset and logic-based reasoning from main character Christopher makes things so easy when we know full well that isn't the case.

Would I go for a second, third and subsequent read of this as I do some firm favorites? I don't know. Give it time to rest a bit.

As the night was still relatively young when I finished Curious Incident, I started also on Superman Unchained.

(Of course there would a comic thrown in...)

What drew me to this trade paperback was Jim Lee's art and yup, while it all looked so damn familiar, I can't say that I didn't enjoy flipping through the pages.

I'm never a fan of Superman as I think his motivations are suspect, but the storyline itself was quite entertaining since Bats and Wonder Women were in it as well.

Like we Malaysian always say: "Boleh la.."

Contrasting colours.
Until the next few-sitting reads come along, let's continue to enthralled by the shenanigans of 1eMDeeB.


Thursday, 4 February 2016

Damn Moronic Tendencies Part Deux

You know that you are head over heels and in too deep when nothing that a particular other person do is wrong.

Think moronic smile again.

What, then, would your reactions be when disparaging statements are directed towards this other person by, say, colleagues? Senior ones at that?

What if such statements - which silently stings you to no end - keeps coming?

What if there comes a time when you can no longer keep a straight face when the verbal abuse reaches a crescendo that could not be tolerated?

When any response on your part would tell all and literally throw everything  - and I do mean EVERYTHING - out of loop?

Would you put everything on the line?

Especially when you know full well that doing so will not change the fact that you and that person CAN never be together. EVER.

So, will you?

I don't know.

I know enough though of moments where I filtered everything else that doesn't matter out in toto and when time ticks the slowest.

And that scares me in more ways than one.

A scene from Cyrano De Bergerac (1990) - He did. Put everything on the line for her.

Friday, 22 January 2016

Damn Moronic Tendencies

So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train

Keep falling in love which is kinda the same

I’ve sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane

And it felt so good I wanna do it again…


Bachelor girl got it damn right.

Thank God I handled it better this time around.

In a way, that is. 

Still addicted to the emotional intensity, though.


Smiling like a moron even as I type this. 

I’ve sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane

And it felt so good I wanna do it again…

Moron, and unfortunately, loving every moment of being so.