Pain

It is sad sometimes,

You try your best to ease someone's pain.

Yet your own? 

Belittled to no end...

Pain is not objective,

When you cry,

It is not always sad,

There are such thing as tears of joy.

Pain is like that, it is exhaustive,

In quietness, there is pain,

In loudness, there is pain,

In a smile, there is pain,

In an expresionless face, there is pain.

We are all miserable one way or another,

Mine this, yours the other,

All I want to do is get through the day,

Least you could do is let me grieve in my own way.

~Jaw~

The Eternal Space

The Eternal Space,

Makes you realise,

Of your grainy existence,

In a world of the infinities,

Infinite-but ever-expanding.

The Eternal Space,

Where you are but a dot,

A dot- albeit significant,

Ephemeral but important,

You matter.

The Eternal Space,

Unfathomable milestones,

Tasked with reigns in your hands,

Arrogance but power nonetheless,

To consume or to bless.

~Jaw~

A poem written quite some time ago, specially for Hazy's Eternal Space instrumental. I shared the link to the music above. Give it a listen and maybe this time around, reread the poem while listening to it? Maybe you can get some insights on how this song touches my very soul.
The poem somehow gained some Youtube commenters/readers' attentions and man... I can't describe how it feels like when people approve of your work. Surely it gave me the energy to work harder. Will keep on writing and hopefully God will not take this one joy away from me.

~Jaw~

Moirai's or His

Photo courtesy of Witch Hunter Wiki

Moirai's or His

Once, a boy made a promise,

A promise to his guardian,

A promise to himself, most.

A good man, he said,

A healer, he said,

A benefactor, not a malefactor.

All, as a result of a milestone,

One he laughed at innocently,

Till an instance, it befell him. 

He still laughed, after,

Though more sparingly,

Lest he might regret it.

Even so, he came to forget,

The promise he made,

Only to be reminded by a poem.

Now pretty close to his promise,

He wonders why he is so overwrought,

Is it the Moirai's or is it his?

~Jaw~

Move Away

It was on that fateful day,

Where I was given the chance,

A chance to dream,

A passing hope.

But it soon flew away,

Out of grip to a place,

Where I've hoped it will never go,
Like a man trying to hold on to air,
To his last dying breath, repentant.

Everything in sight,

Is moving away,

Slowly, it never felt right,

There was no pain,

Just silence and... I don't know...

Hopelessness?

Water hammering inside the walls,
The clock swinging, tik tok tik tok,
Breaking the stillness of night,
Like a concert playing in full blast,
And I was standing there,
Among the crowds, Front Row,
Agonized.

                                                                 ~Jaw~

Photo credit to Mikko Lagerstedt - Stillness of Night

Brief Moments

 It was a grey morning,

Filled with the sound of rain,

Moving slowly across the roofs,

Nearer and nearer,

There I walk soaking wet,

As the cloud passed my head.

As I looked to the left,

My gaze lied heavy on a figure,

There I saw... him,

Under a tree,

Lying on the grass,

Ripples expanding across the lake nearby.

He was still dry, still relaxing

Still... oblivious

Of the rain that comes quietly.

The rain reached the moment,

Where it almost touched his hair, 

But in that brief moment,

Grey as it may be,

He was happy and dry,

Enjoying the morning sky.

And me myself?

The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows,

No harm playing in the rain sometimes,

Whipped my hair and started moving,

Slowly as the cold wind blows by,

Quietly passing as phantoms barely seen.

Wet I was but still relaxing,

No longer oblivious of the rain,

Still moving, slow I may be but steady.

~Jaw~

One

Magnates claimed truth but lies unfold

One sent sages yet mostly were banned

Many brought one true stories they told.

Mass agree, they resort to rend

All obliterated for their denial

Remember, foreign one began foreign it will end

Beginning has ended Who knows the arrival

Soon? Later? Perhaps when we’ve fallen?

The knowledge Eternal’s search it idle.

Clemency came for each person

Straight trail left, it leads to no crime

Curves and corners goes to the dolent.

O one who understands, having a hard time?

                                         ~Jaw~

Naif

Hey guys. Peace be upon you. Wohoho. It's a cold night here in Kelantan. Thank God. All praises to Him since the drought has ended... I think. Anyway, this post here is... I don't know how to name it, it's not a pantun, sajak, seloka or whatever. Maybe I'll call this a story that rhymes*most of the time*? LOL. Anyway, it's based on a real life experience. Not mine alone, as I wrote this using many points of view. I'm not sure if the message can reach you or not but anyway, please enjoy it. n_n

   Seorang remaja mula mengenal dunia. Penuh dengan pancaroba tapi tak kurang juga bahagia. Hmm. Ironis sungguh, suka dalam duka dan sebaliknya. Awal hidupnya cuma bahagia. Apa diminta diberi semua biarpun ada kurangnya. Haha. Masih hijau kata orang-orang tua. Masakan dia mengenal duka hidup di negara nan bahagia. Ya ke? Satu persoalan kini bermain di benak fikirannya. Nampak benar naifnya dia.

   Namun, peristiwa-peristiwa suka dan duka bertambah, dirinya kian dewasa. Begitu banyak perkara yang dialaminya. Namun yang paling dia benci adalah kebenaran yang berselirat dengan dusta. Tapi, bukankah itu biasa dalam hidup di dunia? Setahunya, kebenaran satu cuma. Mana mungkin petak dipanggil bulat.Jika satu benar, satu lagi harusnya dusta. Tapi kata orang, lain perspektif lain lihatnya. Hmm. Benar juga. Lalu bagaimana?

   Sangkanya sudah masak dengan dunia, kini baru disengat bisa. Lihat di sini dan di sana. Penipuan merata-rata. Jauh lihat di sana, lupa pula yang dekat dengannya. Rasa sudah boleh percaya, muncul pula orang ketiga. Cerita dibawa ke telinga, lain benar dari yang pertama. Awalnya sudah dia tetapkan, sini baik, jahat di sana. Kini terpusing sepenuhnya. Menipu agaknya mereka semua. Jahat sungguh mereka. Marah akan tetapi terasa lucu pula. Haha. Dia juga sering memakai 'topeng' untuk menutup cacat-cela. Jadi, dia pun jahat juga?

   Kini dia antara dua. Perlukah dia percaya atau menidakkannya? Jika percaya, harus pada siapa? Si satu atau si dua? Jika dipilih si satu, adakah si dua terluka? Jika dipilih si dua, apa pula jadinya? Jika tidak percaya keduanya, sakitkah hati mereka? Bukankah untuk memberi kepercayaan itu milik mutlaknya? Lihatlah wahai sahabat, akan kebingungannya.

   Bukan dia tidak mahu percaya. Dia cuma seorang yang sedang pusing kepala. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai sahabatnya. Disangka kawan rupanya musuh yang punya sengketa. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai teman baiknya. Disangka kenal sebenar-benar kenal rupanya lakonan semata-mata. Naifnya dia buat dia silap menilai sesiapa. Disangka itu jahat, rupanya itu baik-baik sahaja. Benar juga pepatah Mat Panjang, jangan menilai buku melalui kulitnya. Maafkan dirinya kerana tersalah dan tersilap, bukannya sengaja. Buat pengajaran kita semua. Orang pandai belajar daripada kesilapannya, tapi orang yang bijak belajar daripada kesalahan orang di sekelilingnya.


~Jaw~

Aku Seorang Pelajar Perubatan

Hey guys. Peace be upon you. Ahhh, I feel so sleepy. I just slept for a while in the evening and stayed up the whole night decorating a hall for an event this morning. I bet I'll fall asleep right away even before the speech starts. LOL. Anyway, this post is actually a poem written by me. It has been in draft for a long time and it was supposed to stay as draft for a bit longer. However, since a friend of mine is going to interview for medical course in USM tomorrow, this poem is posted. It's not 100% finished actually but for now, let's make do with it. Enjoy. n_n

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Blessing or Plight

Amphitheatre

A speck of dust born into infinity

Hardly significant however noteworthy

Yet rushed with sensations cold and hearty

Coalitions form precipitating entity.

Extended is the red string of fate

In quest of ostensible soulmate

King of kings often forgotten in the crusade

Muse upon it lest degrade.

The king encounters queens of night

Shine they will but rather too bright

Darkness perish in the flurries of light

Howbeit one wonders a blessing or a plight?

Ultimately no more than a chick

Sovereign set the stage for the last click

Better ready for the eleventh tick 

Amphitheatre permanently erected brick by brick.


~Jaw~