But Not in God

I have lost faith a many too much times,

And lost I was in the depths of my mind,

In the crevices of my heart black,

Darken by idioms and idiotic tact.


I have lost faith in many like the stars,

In people and places and times across the verse,

In you and I and in cherished lies,

In human eyes and foolish ties,

In all the many;





I have lost faith,

I have lost faith,

I have lost faith,

I have lost faith,

I have lost faith,

I have lost faith,


I have lost faith in the many a too much,

I have lost faith a countless times too much,

I have lost faith in compassion and in grudge,

I have lost faith in a better world and us.


I have lost faith a many times,

But not in God, Most Gracious One.


1.32 pm,

15th February 2017

But Not in God


Blessings astound afforded by little,

Embraces the whole in the grievance to many.


Songs of the lull and the storm that came after,

Thread ever so lightly over heartstrings,

Round up strangers and friends alike,

Omitting the differences of them and they,

Nudging along the depressed, the lessened,

Giving hope for morrow in the form of resonance.


12.16 pm

26th October 2016



It’s been awhile since last I saw you,

Your fingertips, they dance so gracefully,

It’s been awhile since last I saw that smile,

You purse your lips and then smile to me.


It has been long since I’ve forgotten you,

Oh life goes on, you’re just passing by,

It has been long since I forgive you,

For the tears you brought to my eyes.


Oh, where are you now?

Are you okay somehow?

Do you still smile and laugh,

Like you used to?


And if we were to meet,

Let’s go to that cafe and sit,

Chat over coffee or tea.


It’s been awhile since last I saw you,

You looked so happy, is it true?

It’s been awhile since I last wrote to you,

‘Cause I remembered you out of the blue.


11.06 pm

17th April 2011


Little Things

Bukit Mertajam Station

A freighter berthed at Platform 1

on a rainy morning,

Dripping drops off containers

left so still,

The cool air embraces me

with friendliness,

Telling me

today is okay.


The grey sky hangs low

but it don’t seem sad,

The hiss you hear

when the train comes near,

And in it comes rolling to you

a journey still far from its end.

8.25 am

19th July 2016

Little Things

In House No. 8 He Contemplates

A very grey cat

sat on his lap

while whisking his fur

on his barren thighs,

His calves are well-packed

with muscles at ease,

Which will contract

when he runs with the breeze.


But tonight none his calves

contract and release,

Tonight it’s his mind

whose running on fumes,

He tried to project a welcoming morrow,

But he could not spare

an opportunistic follow.


He yelped for help in the midnight rain,

But he has drowned himself in morbid vain,

The rain could not wash what isn’t applied,

The rain could not reach the filth inside.


He pranced and pounced and jumped so high,

But what’s dead inside could never subside,

He screams atop of his vanquished lungs,

But not a peep or beat could be heard.


Attested, he now realize,

That projections are lies

for the weakened mind,

He fell for his own trap,

Knees on the doorstep of demise,

And fall he would if not for a voice,

Telling him to look at what’s in front,

not beyond.


He came to his senses as the brine softens

to a drizzle no more than little trickling sounds,

A very grey cat sleeps fondly on his lap

as he adjourns a useless contemplate.


11.41 pm

12th June 2016

In House No. 8 He Contemplates