Paragraphs of lovey doveys

That night you cried to me
Saying how shallow my love for you
How untrue it was,
That all night I lost my sleep
and now I come to you,
With paragraphs of lovey doveys

"
I love you truly. Truly I do.
Everything about me likes everything about you.
The snap of my neck wants you.
The way I hold my pen desires you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones
A singing symphony of our love song.

Watch out! My love burns drowns chokes you.

My hairstylist disagrees: hate her for life.
My hesitation when you burps: it is a lie, I love it
Your pleasant “good morning”: butters me

So often when I’m sleepy
Nuzzling my head on your shoulder is the next best thing
When the night comes, my heart needs a soft bolster to hang on to
so they won't miss you when I'm asleep
Layers of love, like a yummy layer cake
With glee and a childish poke
I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might love each one
individually and at leisure.
My lungs, a precious twins, joyous in every second
sharing the air you breathe, which can never have enough of you.

Leave you may,
My life will be then, a trapped broken submarine.
"

Adapted and rewritten, 
UTP
232am 30/7/2013

Have you ever visited the memory lane?

Have you ever visited the memory lane?
Clouds of vivid memories
And charms of forgotten tales

Have you ever visited the memory lane?
I did
It begins with a sigh
And a step on the old dusty taken pathway
A familiar fragment
I found in the mist
There you are, a figure,
Though it is a messy visualization
Of someone long existed in my heart
I did say hi
Sadly my voice is sunk
Rivaled by a wave I called courage
And a wonderland, welcomes me
It is a promised land I have ever wished for
For it is emptily fulfilled
I bid goodbye as it collapses
And a faraway train stops before me
Appears an old wrinkled face
With grin of glee,
And his distracting green tight pants

"Have you ever visited the memory lane?"
   "Oh yes, indeed I did"
"Well, It’s okay to visit the memory lane, just don’t live there."

I looked back
It is, an empire ruled by my old self
Perfectly warm, akin to butterfly cocoon at its finest
Reluctantly, I'm on the train
Leaving the world of ' if only if '
My tears beg me to stay
Knowingly I have to shed them away
And my next destination, please if you may
The cruel reality of tomorrow


Thought and Crapped
Written 16/7/2013
1136pm UTP

Oh, Myself

Oh, Jack,
Don't run, don't fret
Stay foolish, stay curious
Oh, Peter,
Don't stop, don't look back
The road is long
Breath in, feel your heart
Take a step, paint the other
Oh, Elizabeth
Don't frown, stay cute
You are always the Sun of my happiness

Oh, myself
You are just too tired of the heavy blue skies
You, and your fragile little wings
It's okay,
Smile for others you may pause
Smile for yourself you shall now

Rich Man, Poor Woman

To thou,

Julia, are you tears dropping
Over Ed's unweaving heart?
Leaves, the thing of man does, you
With your lost thoughts only to care for

As the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
Neither a broken smile is enough
Nor to spare a sigh of ignorance

Though worlds are built with dreams
And yet you will weep knowing why
Now no matter, pleads or reminiscence
To all, it is just a sorrowful song to ponder on

No gut had, no mind tried,
What heart heard of, the readers guessed
It is the man whom she loves
It is a story, Julia you mourn for


Adapted and re-written
1423, 8/6/2013
UTP

The Last Lover

When the morning comes,
It is not the sun that gets me,
It is the thought that there is another day
Of me breathing,
Thinking of you,
Makes every second is joyous, every minute is a blessing

The day might rob the smiles off the sunflowers,
But thou shall not fret, 
I'll be there, wherever you are, every time,
Churning bad guys away from you,
Shading dropping stars from you,
So that I can go on
Cherish you again, day after day

So forget about tomorrow
Coz it won't be a better day,
As now today is just perfect with you

But I shudder, to the thought of finite time,
and I pray for mortally forever,
I will not lose imagination,
For you are the creator
Because simply, you are my last lover
in my stony heart.

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

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Merenung ke siling putih yang kian berkilau
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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