minutes of the meeting.

it has been a long conference but some things in life are worth the long and arduous journey because some of us take a while to wake up, and some of us, even though awake, take some time to put thoughts into action. but when it does come together and take flight, the beauty takes my breath away.

no words, no matter how poetic, can do justice to two moons of toil and sweat and sore and ache and doubts and disappointment and disapproval and disregard and .

no verse, no matter how delicately strung together, is ode enough to the patience and passion and grit and imagination and love and sincerity and sacrifice and soul and heart that pathed the way.

at the end of it all, numbers mean nothing; 30, 70, 85, 110...
cause we come from that ONE and to that ONE we return.

may we all find our way back to the start of the circle. insya-allah.

don't

don't come looking
don't say hi
don't ask why
don't come knocking at my door in the middle of the night
don't come tugging at my heartstring
don't spoil for a fight
don't you know it's not right

i realise what i want
is what i cannot get
and shouldn't have

i will move forward
not away from you
but towards me


and everything else is just a Plan B

counting sheep

bila burung bersidang, manusia tak boleh tidur...

hair today, gone tomorrow

monster in my ear

how dare you
come in the stealth of the night and steal my peace
swagger back into my life like it's still yours
and wreck the precious fragile cocoon of calm that took so much out of me to create

how dare you
ask for that which you cannot give
take something leave nothing
and come back demanding for change

how dare you