Sad

the heart is sorrow the mood is low
the mind is slow the adrenalin doesn’t flow
as I woke up this morning the sun glow
as I get into bed tonight the smile doesn’t show

Here Fly

here fly,
not with wings

here fly,
just by seeing

here fly,
sweet and enchanting

here fly,
your pictures smiling

Pride

because of pride
you carry a heavy heart
get hurt when taken for granted
cannot accept when being disrespect
confrontation to uphold pride
unrest mind shall be your bride
your pride is your ego
get rid of it
get out of there
have no concern over little things
pride, use it only at a right place
for the well-being of nation
as a protector of religion
that’s when you wear
your Lam Jalalah
so say…
The Wise Old Man
…remember that Aliff!

Prayer

to my stolen piece…
peace to you
harmony to you
tranquility to you
happiness to you
a blessed life to you
these are my prayer
day and night
to know you suffer
suffer, I might

So Say, The Wise Old Man

“the world is just a show
glittering but empty
it is...
yet it is not
there, as long as it want to be seen
dissolve, when cease caring
no cause nor purpose
no depth nor meaning
it just happens
appears exactly as it looks
only the onlooker is real
to him, the world is a colourful show
he enjoys as long as it last
forgets when it is over
he may shudder in terror
he may roll with laughter
yet aware it is but a show
without desire and fear
he enjoys it”
so say...
The Wise Old Man.

Heart's Talk

the sweet face again and again flashing
can I stand admiring without desiring?
Aliff, behold!
it’s your reflection playing.

What A Surprise!

once I picked up a book
from a shelf in a shop
turning through the pages randomly
I stopped by where it written
to know God, recites “Allah, Allah” 66 times
every time after performing prayer
I did it for a couple of months
one thing leads to another
from one teacher to another teacher
and finally I came to know
The Wise Old Man
met him and sat with him
but what a surprise!
from him, I only know me
I never knew God.

The Way and The Key

notice, when you breathe in when you breathe out
know, it’s not a two-way traffic but a roundabout
practice, you may sit meditate you may chant aloud
but, only when your mind is silent…
can the Secret put its head out

Soothing

when you show you are caring
by itself the pain less aching
you have a good heart, I suppose
though you far, I feel so close

Trust

The Wise Old Man said
just trust me
you will find your trust justified
I can’t tell you
what is Inexpressible
I can only share you
how I traveled
who dare enough
to put the head on the chopping block
in front of a butcher
and still hoping
will not get chopped

Seeing From Afar

All forms come from no form
All sounds come from no sound
All movement dependant on unmovable
If everything changes how can it manifest
Unmanifested, how can it be named?
Unnamed, how can it be called form, sound, movement?
All appearance needs a background
A real, unchanged, unmoved background
From afar I see
How can there be you and me

Bitter Sweet

in the beginning
it was so sweet
in the end
it is so bitter

you sow a relationship
you reap only hardship

I should have listened
to The Wise Old Man who said
go for the tasteless...
no expectation
no anticipation
no sweet promises
no glaring hope

just be-ing…
in itself
a Blessing

No Longer Mourn

hey bird!
where you're gone?
I saw her today
my heart
no longer mourn!

Out of Mainstream

my views on religion are extreme
out of mainstream

my believe in one God
not like in school they taught

you may think God in heaven sitting on a chair
God to me is nowhere and is everywhere

my heart open to whatever come
to truth and honesty I succumb

I follow my heart so diligent
the Truth, is my religion

when Love visit me
no colour, no creed I see

when I fall for a sweet face
it’s Love that I embrace

I've always been out of mainstream
have very few friends it seem

Bird On The Tree

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly for me
and tell her
I miss her

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly for me
and tell her
I’m thinking of her

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly for me
and tell her
one day without her is unbearable

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly for me
and tell her
I’m longing for her

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly for me
and tell her
she has stolen a piece of me

Hey! Bird on the tree
could you fly me to her
to be with her, my stolen piece
to make my heart at ease

You Did Influence Me

sweet and cunning…
you make my head spin

good motivator…
quite lips turns heart’s orator

endless reminder…
old habit start to shudder

human touch, without hand…
melts the heart of this old man

the hmm… and the smiley…
you did influence me

Caring

you will know
someone really care for you
not when he gives you
happiness and joy
but in sorrow
for he is worry
when he know
you feel down and low

Dreaming

remembering…
the sweet meeting

wishing…
the hours rewinding

just sit…
listen to her talking

so close…
almost touching

smiling...
and exchange smiling

fulfilling…
the heart’s longing

I know…
I was dreaming

but the memories…
were so pleasing

the real meeting...
and the dreaming.