Sunday, November 15, 2015

The Man

I want to be that man
The one whom always
Holding the weak soft hand
Of an old lady called Ammi
Crafting a warm smile
On her sweet motherly face

I want to be that man
The one whom always
Make a good company
To an old man called Abba
Filling his heart & soul
With a fragrance of happiness

I want to be that man
The one whom always
Creating a house called home
For the loveliest lady
The mother of my progenies
Paving a path way
To the eternal blessing
Holding her warm and soft hand
Striding into the door of heaven

I want to be that man
The one whom always
Blowing a joyful laugh
Through the fruity voice
Of an innocent child
Whom in his singsong voice
Jubilantly call me Baba

I want to be that man
The one whom always
Humiliating himself before his Master
Recognizing His presence
While standing, bowing and prostrating
Fearing the Almighty all alone

I want to be that man
Whom his soul is full of contentment
As described by his Master
In His flawless Book of Guidance
To whom He calls as
The one with a “sound heart”


إلا من اتى الله بقلب سليم
"But only one who comes to Allah with a sound heart" 

It's Raining Day
Kuala Lumpur
16/11/2015 /15:22
"Yiruma - Love Me"

Friday, November 13, 2015


In the darkest hour of the night
My eyes refuse to bow down
To the demand of my sleepy body
Staring the dusty white ceiling
My gaze seems entrapped in the cobweb
That left bedecking the corner of my room
I feel myself drowning
Sinking In the unseen oceanic
Created by not a soul except mine
Drowning in the dark world
Parted away from my Lord
Regrettably, it was me
Who builds the barrier
It was my foot
That sauntered away from Him
I feel empty
Amid the richness of my affluence
I have been forgetting
The path that I used to walk in
As if I’m not my old self
I miss Him
I miss the moment
When my forehead touches
The cold marble ground of my chamber
I miss the time
When my fingers wiping off
The watery eyes of mine
In the midst of nocturnal
Reminiscing my past days
Being the cliché version of me
Forgetful and oblivious
Of the order of my Lord
And my heart is aching
Seems like dying

O my Lord
Hear me please
Guide me please
Strengthen me please
I’m in need of you
While you are free of any need
Forgive me
My soul yearns to be called
The “Reassured Soul”
With the leverage of
Entering into Your Jannah
In the company of the Blessed one.

"O reassured soul,
Return to your Lord, well-pleased and pleasing [to Him],
And enter among My [righteous] servants
And enter My Paradise"
Al-Fajr, 89;27-30


End Notes:
in the pitch dark of night 
sitting by the corner of my living room 
trying to manifest the quench 
of my thirsty heart
the saga of yearning;
my One and Only Lord. 
*in the company of 
Yiruma - When the Love Falls
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2.30 am / Taman Melati, Kuala Lumpur.