Poem - From Imaginary Friend...

Helpless

Thirty days and thirty nights,
finally I've arrived home,
I've been pushed around at sea left and right,
until now I've been all alone.

From here I can see them,
they look like my family but they're not,
I wonder where I am?
It's been too long, I think I have rot.

Here I am,
being washed up the beach,
rolling on the sand,
a new home I have reached.

Thirty days and thirty nights,
since I first landed on the sands,
I used to be afraid of heights,
I'm so glad I'm on land.

They stand tall close to each other,
dancing to the wind,
I wonder how the got here?,
in the sands they've been pinned.

*Work in progress*

Poem - Postcard To My Imaginary Boss..

Leave Me Alone

I ran away,
away from all the work and errands,
I'm here to stay,
stay on this peaceful little island.

Stop calling my cell,
I'm having my massage,
far away from hell,
it's almost like a mirage.

Reschedule your own meetings,
and pick up your own mail,
get your own drinks,
let's see you keep a smile.

I've work my butt off for too long,
I deserve this break,
I'm listening to

*Not done yet*

Poem - Postcard From Pa..

To Inspire

Look at your Pops boy,
I used to be groovy,
I spent my life with full of joy,
I swore I was in a movie.

I loved to dance,
hard to believe I know,
I did it every time I had the chance,
it was what helped me grow.

I put my entire heart in dancin',
that's how I became so good,
they used to call me Mr.Icin',
that always got me in the mood.

I danced hard to the groove,
that's how I met your Ma,
she always admired my moves,
now I have her heart.

Put your heart into everythin' you do,
that's how you get inspired,
you'll only look like a fool,
if you don't light the fire.

Poem - Postcard To Ma...

My Wooden Legs

Look at me Ma,
look at the way I move,
I can dance now, like Pa,
my legs ain't no longer made of wood.

I dance a lot,
but I do it alone,
I know I ain't hot,
but I'm sure well known.

At home I'm call wooden legs,
that's a'coz I couldn't dance,
but now I never take breaks,
from my midnight chants.

No one can keep up with me,
they call fast Lance,
with that I have to agree,
no couple could outshine me in any dance.

I keep cloths clean white,
white as pearl too,
coz when I'm dance with all my might,
I shine like the moon.

Poem - A Personal Exclusive Place...

Crumbs On The Floor

There were crumbs on the floor,
crumbs from the last tea time,
it was never there before,
the crumbs were none of mine.

Several makciks came for tea,
they were in the living room,
they sat in the sofas with Ummi,
I better go get the broom.

After the makciks went home,
the living room floor was mine again,
at night I lie on it alone,
it has been mine since I don't know when.

I've never had my own bed,
nor have I ever had my own bed room,
it's alright I always said,
I might get one soon.

Until then, this floor is my nest,
this floor is my dining table,
this floor is my study desk,
and this floor is where I watch cable.

9 Items (class activity)

The Nine Items:

• Dusty radio*
• Rugby ball*
• Fortune-telling cards*
• Leather jacket*
• Business card*
• Silver locket with inscription*
• Bottle of herbal medicine*
• Jar of sharpened pencils*
• Brand new laptop*

*I feel a bit creative today, so I thought I would write a new description of a character using
these items*

Eric came home on his David Harley after a week being away. He parked his bike inside the garage. He entered his house through the door in the garage which led to his kitchen. He put his bag on the dining table beside the bottle of herbal medicine he had gotten from his previous travels to India. He hung his leather jacket on the cloth and gave it a pat for its loyalty. He limped through the living tripping over a rugby ball then collapse onto the sofa.

He took out a business card from is pocket that he had gotten from his latest trip. As he looked at the card, he held and caressed a silver locket around his neck. It had inscriptions on it which spelled the same name as the one on the card. Then put away the card and went to his bag to take out his brand new laptop to plan his next trip for more inspiration.

He sat at his sketch table that had a jar of sharpened pencils on it. He always kept his pencils sharpened just in case he get any ideas for his art. Also on the table, was a dusty radio that was never turned on since after she had left.

Who would have thought he would ever see her again and in China too. She had given him a deck of fortune-telling cards to remember her by, other than the silver locket that he had worn for so long.

Entry 4 - The Fasting Month..

Before Ramadhan, I made a new resolution.

• To finish the read the whole Quran.
• To Zikir everyday of Ramadhan.
• Not to buy food at the Bazaar Ramadhan.
• To not waste time with things that are not beneficial (like music).
• To avoid committing sins that would reduce my Fasting Pahala.
• To avoid getting sick and missing any days of fasting.
  

Since Ramadhan began, I've been trying so hard to keep myself within the walls of the rules that I have made for myself. I've realized a long time ago that it is a big loss if we don't make full use of every free time we have during Ramadhan with Amal Ibadah. Allah SWT dedicated this month especially for the Muslims to easily gain Pahala. The most obvious 'amal is the Tarawih prayers. Each night Muslims who perform Tarawih prayers are awarded with different Pahala every each night.

I sad that not many people seem to realize that. Most people think that Ramadhan is just another month but you're just not allowed to eat. But it's not. I see people fasting but still talk badly about others or gossip. They fast but they look at woman's curves everywhere they go. They fast but they swear at every little thing that makes them a bit angry. I'm sorry to say, but in Islam, that is not fasting.

Fasting is not just not eating. It's restraining ourselves from anything that would reduce our fasting pahala. All the things that I've mentioned before. It gets worse when there are people who claim themselves as Muslims but do not bow down to Allah 5 times a day or even at all. These people have lost the meaning of Islam. To them, it's another religion that anyone can choose to practice or not for the sake of filling in their spiritual emptiness.

This is why for this Ramadhan, I have been conducting a program called Tadarus Al-Quran at the faculty to spread this awareness in the Muslims who have lost their purpose of existense.

This Ramadhan, for me, has been a session of realization. I've opened my eyes to things that really matter.