~ Syria: Part I ~

[ Syria I ]

Warcry, been in a state of

Disaster, ever since I know you

The last time, I saw you just trapped inside

Now I get lost, tracing my reasoning back

It cost nearly everything that my

Brothers in faith, lose everything today

Oh, no I'm not ready to lose everything I know

I'm not letting go of Syria

You know I held on too much

I left you at the playground, I put you in my heart

Oh and now my friend, all that news is behind us

You never have to afraid, you never have to worry

You never have to

Save up every last breath and

Shake off the guilt feeling that you're watching

Me now, I should have just recall the truth

Pray for, who?

Me, or them, or Him?

God save the innocent ones.

The Merciful, and The Most Powerful.

May those in there rewarded with sweet warmth of Heaven.

~ The Theory of Clean Evolution ~

- The Theory of Clean Revolution -

Clean thy country,

from bribery and corruptions.

Clean thy thought,

from fitna and accusations.

Clean thy local street

from rubbish and disposables.

But the most important thing,

clean thy heart,

from mazmumah and bad emotion.

'Coz thy are the leaders

of future generations.

Remember the history,

or thou shalt repeat it,

once again.

Ash End

30/8/15

Note:
1. 'Thy' means 'you' in Old English.
2. This poem is inspired by Bersih 4.0

Credit: MalaysiaKini for the photo

~ Ash in Europe: Epilogue ~

[ Ash in Europe: Epilogue ]

Such reminiscence comes in my mind
as I, a young guy, make it alive
walking through hardship and wits...
footsteps of miracle and coincidence
with Him at my side.

Chasing by a funny looking local
riding a white, bumpy caravan
getting a lift from a beautiful blonde
having myself in queues and lines
meeting with one of blood siblings
praying in open spaces
eating with friendly locals and friends;
and other interesting stuffs
worth mentioning
a lifetime moment to be treasured.

While time elapses in the shadow,
notes and coins in exchanging hands
my Malay tongue is still intact
while speaking in foreign language;
somehow survive
in a world of sovereignty
apart from my culture and religion.

Now, as I sit on a chair
with books and notes at my sides
writing and reading like never before;
it's time to continue
my life, usual life
of an undergrad student.

If there is another chance,
or time permits, so does the money,
and with His blessing;
I wish to travel more,
and find even more
of the signs of His creation.

Will I able to rewrite
my handwritten scribes of this journey
into a wonderful guide book
for those who wander and want it
later in future?

7.4.15
Manchester
Ash End.

~ Ash in Europe ~

[ Ash in Europe ]

 

Lemme tell you a story
 of a young guy
whose heart is in array
after several encounters
on his way.

 

Endurance, wits and luck
will be his companion
as he embarks and move on
a wonderful journey
of his lifetime.

 

The glaring Sun is still high
the reminisce Moon is still visible
a story of one's
to search and find himself
among His treasures.

 

His name is Ash,
and he is in a journey

 Only time and limb
will tell the rest.

 

To seek His sight
among the buildings
and the sign
of His awesomeness.
 That's what this all about.

 

London St Pancras Int.
23.3.15
Ash End.

 

Note: Lemme  = Let me (slang)

~ The Man in Seat 28 ~

[ The Man in Seat 28 ]

 

"Mind the Gap, please"
as the guy stepped inside
the coach of humanity
where he give his seat
to a standing old lady
and a little kid offered him a seat.

 

No a single fish
was given on that day
when the guy got a first class
but release the chance;
what a wasteful moment.

 

An hour later,
he arrived at the station
full of workers
searching for food outlets
and he went to a small block
lowered his body to Him.

 

The Red Star gazes its light
stealthy from the thick clouds
shyly, hiding from humans' sight.

 

The guy, once a typical Asian
labelled 'Mat Saleh Celup'
now finding himself
among His creations.

 

London King Cross
22.3.15

Ash End

~ Akai Tsuki ~

[ Akai Tsuki ]

 

The moon passed through
the horizon belt
yet the sun is still
waving its light
across its path.

 

As people keep waiting,
watching the sun smiles
does anyone knows
that He had shown us
a sign to be remembered?

 

Everlasting daylight since yesterday
is no longer available
because for today
dreams and hopes are possible
if one provide labour,
money is uncountable
time is irreplaceable.

 

The red moon gazes
its blurry light
fades from cloudy sky
a chance to meet upon Him
yet the night is short.

 

21.3.15
Abraham Moss
Ash End

 

T/N: Akai Tsuki = red moon in Japanese.

~ CRE II ~

[ CRE II ]

 

 

"Mommy, why they don't stand for us?
Why my schoolmates get bombed, killed for no reason?
Why my lodged house destroyed in bits by fallen metallic arrows?...
Why we need to run away for our village?"

 

"Why those foreigners mark us; refugees,
even we are still in our country?"
That day, was the last time I saw her smile;
before a skyfall of missiles hit around us,
and one of them hit her in front of my eyes. ¹
 

I'm seventeen now, in so-called modern city,
living alone, far from relatives,
tried to accomplish my dad's dream;
becomes a successful philosopher.

 

I can't forget that day,
like those in Peshawar, Nigeria, Iran,
Afgan, Pakistan, and my neighbour Libya,
it's repeating, now in Europe,
just next across the border.

 

Perhaps, I need to read more and discover more,
and listen, and read
and write what I've read.

 

So, the kids in future will know
'the Crimes of Reality by Earthians'
adds another one more
after Nature destruction,
that is - Double Standard.

Note:
1. Based on a true story for my hallmate.

- Ash End -

15.1.15

~ CRE I ~

[ CRE I ]

 

 

It takes few seconds to blow
the words of fallen silence
when so-called justice...
becomes another cover.

 

When a riot of peace-walking act
the minority become helpless
away from humanity, or even reality,
"Because it's to protect our homeland"- they said,
but how about the innocent bystanders,
a hundred, no, a five-digit value
of armless victims,
of another tragedy of war.

 

Blasphemy, hypocrisy and humanity;
where the public just know what's in the box,
but soon you realise that the Earth is no longer sphere,
that is my friend- you are too late.

 

Behold the new world order,
when the rich oppressed the poor,
warfare is no longer with guns and swords,
but with keyboards and pens,
and I shall call it:
'Crimes of the Reality, Earthians'.

 

-Ash End-
14.1.15
Kentucky FC

~ Watery Ground ~

[ Watery Ground ]

 

 

The land is now full of brown
of hash and crash.
Nothing's remain, yet the people...
still smiling,
and the kids are still playing,
can't wait for a week, longing
for their wrecked school to be opened.

SOS like in a movie,
help is on its way
but still, some playing victims
and taking advantages of the broken hearts,
where humanity is put on test
between words, photos and brands
before unity and willingness.

 

"I will give help when needed" said the country's ruler,
but incomparable to The Ruler of universe,
when He said:
" I'll always help you in evens and odds,
as long as you remember Me."

 

This is the disaster
happened to the innocent humans
because of greediness in hands of humans
who put risk developments and money
before human right and safety.

 

Flood is not longer a friend,
but it's a sign that
one shall not mess with Nature.

May Allah protect us and those victims from ill manners,
and give us His blessing.

 

  - Ash End -
050115
AGLC, M'cr

~ The Waiting ~

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.
In the name of Allah, Most Beneficent, Most Merciful.
Peace and Blessings on the Holy Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h.), Khatimul Anbiya '.

*****

 

[ The Waiting ]

Life is short, and yet full of routes.
Just let it goes on, as far as seen from naked eyes,
You have the wits and bits of faith, so hang on!
'Coz the world is far from you, son!

 

*****

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