One Less Lonely Man

Streets are empty, sellers are packing up
Skies are blank, stars are on vacation
My trench coat,
Offers the only companionship in the silent detour
I hop to find the distant noises I caught
A night parade of balloons and clowns
Unwillingly I crawl myself to it
Trying to seek for redemption

Then I met you, standing amid the crowd
You seem to be a little bit blurry
I offer you my hot beverage

And all, it seems like yesterday

It's impossible
I'm in love again
I thought I'm going to die a lonely man
How was I to know
You never told me

Wiping my eyes
Pinching my cheek
I can't believe
I'm putting this ring into your finger
I thought we were just only friends
How was I to know
You never told me

I should have seen it coming
I should have read the signs
And a little less foolish
I'm sorry I am bit tardy
For that I'm by myself all along
Today, and never, I will not
If with you


Written 0020 24/4/2013
Co-written with Vittaya Boon
UTP

Seven Springs, Eight Autumns

Gazing your face under the sky of full moon brighten with stars, 
Sometimes it makes my heart forget how not to skip a beat
I'm thankful for not that you love me
I'm thankful that I found you instead

As time grows
So does our memories, and our feelings
I don't hope for anything
Just that my love has you and me
And that matters even the world lost it charms

That is not enough, I say,
I call the lawyer, the pastor, the best man, the flower girls,
Holding her both warm wrinkled hands,
And her eyes are beautiful as the first day I met her
I unfold the paper and say,
"I have you for what I still considered a short time,
But it feels like 100 years had passed
And God that is just not enough
So I would like to be with you
For another 100 years"

Seven springs, eight autumns,
You left me last winter,
The snow angels weep, wondering where did it go wrong,
Nope, the love burns, the passion shines,
Too bad, He needs her back to heaven

Sometimes, I ask God
"Why me"
But when I look at your face on that very tombstone,
Quietly, I say to God
"It doesn't matter, because I had her"



Written 3/4/2013 2143 UTP
Published 4/4/2013 1429 UTP

Originally inspired by a short advertorial and anniversary wedding of an old couple

Letter To Princess

Dear Princess,
Don’t frown and don’t sigh,
For happy time is always around,
I can’t give you more Magnums
For if you are in sadness, once more
They have already melted
May I present you a little box of Rochers
As hard as little soothing rocks
With hope it is sweet enough
To carve a smile on your face
For when the time you needed it most
With a smiling apology
I shall end this
In hope my Highness not to be mad
Anymore


Written 26/3/2013
Inspiration from Her

UTP (extended version)

UTP, my love
Desert hot
Oh, how it reminds me
5 years down the road
On this ultra remote spot
The sunflowers would be deemed too beautiful
For the place where I got my PhD (PermanentHeadDamage)
And couples of Cs in my tests
They say, IRC helps
Oh yes, the bloody cold snow world
And why, 8am class of 1km away from my room
Or the misery of getting fined by Pak Guard
Sometimes,
I wish to lay on the bed inside Rector's house
Or just to take a tour,
on the most haunted place of UTP
But i will never get tired of
in losing my weight around lake
in losing my stress inside pool
in gaining muscles inside gym
in kicking someone's balls at futsal court
Of course, the beautiful maiden
I met halfway of my journey
She has, always been adorably cute
How can I end this poem
without mentioning mamak stores
The place that gives birth to delicious maggi
All of these wonders
I will always cherish
But never on UTP LAN, coz it sucks big time
And for now,
Mcd of Bandar Iskandar, here I come


Created 1/3/2013
1408

V5C-222, Mid Sem

Berputus asa saya tidak pernah

Kelmarin ku tidak jadi ke dunia mimpi
Menguling di katil merindui si bunga
Merenung ke siling putih yang kian berkilau
Hati bertanya, adakah yang berjauhan
Hangat disaluputi kasih sayang?

Biarpun melintasi lembah berliku tajam 
ataupun menerokai hutan tebal bagaikan permainan labirin
Biarpun keselesaan diketepikan
ataupun tiba teruk berluka darah
Demi mencuri renungan si jelita
Setitik peluh pun bernilai sebiji mutiara

Akan tetapi
Sepantas ku berlari, betapa dekatnya jarak
Wajah buah hatiku, kian semakin lesap,
Hanya meninggalkan kabus tebal,
Dan air mata, menemani malam malam
yang ketiadaan mu

Berdiam diri ku berikrar
Dengan si lampu bilik menjadi saksi,
Beserta si burung hantu menjadi penonton
Selagi ku bernafas
Berputus asa terhadap kita berdua
Saya tidak akan



Written 1634
14/1/2013 First day of UTP

Love and Gingerbreads

Far to South
Salmon of the east
Raining candies
With ornaments of four seasons
Fern pine with pointy little leaves
Jingles of thousands ringing bells
Snuggle in icy cold blanket
Fuming like one dragon's rage
Neighbors are cheering
Kids are running
The jaw monster frightens the snow away
As excitement from far
welcoming the riders from town
They throw gifts, even for the puppies
Paint the houses red
Put on the weird little Santa's beard
Sing-a-long a Christmas Carol
As the gingerbread yells to be chewed
As the story gets rolled
The old man cries with joy
Relishing on the rocking chair,
Addition of broadcasted happiness
Holding the aging little hand of his loved one
The hummingbirds are moved to tears
And the angels rake the falling souls
How true is forever love
Coz when it comes, it feels like Christmas
And it is the best winter present

Merry Christmas


Written 24/12/2012
2217 Ipoh

Chance and Choice

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am here, You are there
And I'm missing you

People go, people come
Summer ends, Autumn enters
Brain says wrong, heart says otherwise
Loving you, is always right

If friendship means
Never having to say 'excuse me'
Then love means
Never having to say 'you are sorry'

Falling in love is by chance
Loving someone is by commitment
Breaking up is by choice

Forever love exists,
Only when the flowers of love
are fertilised with eternal sacrifice

Because when love arrives
It will change, the course of your life


Happy 12/12/12


Written 29/10/12
Published 12/12/12
Menara MK 1212

The Tale of Hercules

I wanna wake
Wanna wake
I try to stand up
Upon the ocean of drunkenness
I stay strong,
Though dropping to the ground is painful
I stay sober,
And yes, my cup is empty, so pour me more
I try to be rational
yet the inner Hercules of me
is blasting out a standup comedy on the street
Damn, the shots and arousing sexy counter
Yes, it's bloody messed up week
I try to get over it
But the face of yours
In that snowy night
I just simply can't, flame it off

It's never about the timezone
For jetpacking across the straits
Is worth every fear and tears
For your smile is no doubt
a picture of thousands Mona Lisa

As my memory is fading
A classic sight from far that still delights,
The motionless birthday boy
On the kitchen floor,
And we may
begin the countdown,
For tomorrow,
I shall wake up in shame
On the front porch
Of the grand palace of sin,
The Paramount

With you, i wanna wake with,
Instead, you disperse into thin air




Written, 1017 Menara MK
Based on various sources.

Inspired by the true story,
The Hao Hao Hao experience

Explicitly alcoholic

I'm awake, on the kitchen floor
Double dose, double vision,
A crooked voice, lost my senses
With a heavy toxicated mind
Pieces of memories, I put together
What have you done to me?

Such a hangover
A beautiful hangover
So weird, I'm drunk
By just getting near you

It can't be true
You are honey sweet looking
Yet explicitly alcoholic

It's fatal bond between us
I don't feel like waking up
Coz I can't get enough
From your kindness, oblivious face
I don't want it ever to end

Got me flying so high
While thinking of you
So amazing all the above
Present in a whole package in you

Ain't nobody gonna be like you
As I feel I got stung
By a strong potion-less poison

I'm so excited, delighted
And it's a beautiful hangover
Beautiful my baby


Written 0927 29/10/2012 Menara MK
Published 1428 later @ Menara MK

Based on Bartress, kitchen and outdoor Uncle's experience.

/.\

Sonnet MK

The summer little hut
On a flat soft inner peace
The singing bird of natural snoozer
Waking up, to yet another sunshine
Riding up the horse of fuel
To the four high little trees
Men and women, everywhere
Dressing up to a place I call hell
I dare not to go to the devil's den
For it is known
The generous giver of paperworks
Roll and roll upon irritation
And now I'm chewing my breakfast
For wheatbreads, are my best-friend-not-forever
Then the clock strikes to ten
And it's getting colder and quieter,
I seem to be dozing off helplessly
So the phone glides out restlessly
And I smile unknowingly
That you have tweeted me

And all the rest,
Doesn't matter anymore


Written 250pm, 8/10/12
Petaling Jaya