mushy****Mushy

that rainbow that i know
that sunset that i love
that sonnets that i write
is the only answer of why i wont stop

that voice that i hear
that lips that i touch
that fun that i sense
is nothing sort of any person can give

that confidence that i proud
that dependent that i like
that romantic that i feel
is truly appreciated by none but me

your way of talking
your way of laughing
your way of arguing
is the only way for me to keep loving...


zariesworld
5.27 pm

tuah

Tuah

when the days are old i will see you in a graceful dear
so gloomy the clouds will when i return home
for nights have swore its faith to my faithful vangeance
and i have nothing inside to fear but a burden to bare
so cold it shivers my bone when i was told you did what you could have ever done
to see you welcoming me back with no mercy for i shall showed you none
though your breathe mingle with the death itself
i will follow as what is mine to finish and surely it stays at where it should ever be
tempt me with the power of the superior
for them have dispised me so disgracely with nothing but a life to spare
and i owe them none but your life
for i remember that never once i asked to cross the Yellow line.
your betrayal is nothing sort of a coward
turning your back on our forefathers
and murdering the treaty that we once hold so bravely
and for that i wish death has its mercy upon your soulless body
dignity is all i bare
for nothing pleases me when see your blood fill my lust
for i will forever remembered as one who follows
and you will die as one with love and forgotten son...

zariesworld
5.05 pm
22/july/06

grace and lonely

your wrinkles cracked when i see u laughs
grey hairs that rock my heart off
when i will forever be your dear
beautiful shining eyes that could only say it all
that i want to grow old with you
your body trembles with love
aging flawlessly like a queen
when i see your face telling me
perhaps my dear, the world has gone wrong
and we should grow old together
you speak as nothing worries
even sometimes it makes me feel clumsy
but for your sweet dendallion petals
i die just to have your love
and we could grow old forever..

10.16pm
02july07
zariesworld

heaven's eyes

heaven's eyes


you,
yes you.
the one with heaven's eyes.
that melts away my days
the one with silly weird nose
but never failed to carve happiness within my soul
your smiles that sooth my doubt
the smile of thousand tears
yes you.
forever in me, such a tragedy.
you created a world with your kindness showed to me
a world of your's that i inside it
grateful and symetry, casted perfectly in a jungle clouds of thing beyond
a feeling.
with the heart of the kindness person.
love of such superior.
and touch of a soft angel.
you.
the women i only love.
the one i have truly ever....

zarie's world

life is beautiful

purple blood of november
turns to blue in April that summer sings its lullaby
dancing with crowds in the month of december
where sweetest taste of God's rain pouring on old verendah

early morning where we got up from dad's ragged bed
strolling flawelessly to see the petals shine its sight
in the afternoon we sat. with mom's tasty sambal belacan
at night we stared towards the darkness and stars prevail.

it was twenty years ago.
when i was only a child but life thought me to be an adult
where life is beautiful when you are only a child
and life is so grateful to you

those were really the days i supposed
we laughed and cried for the beautiful part of honesty
keeping no secrets between you and me
those were the days when i was a child.

ephrodesiac

forget all my swearings if darkness prevails
remember my lacking if your only intention is leaving
for never i in awe of the beautiful game they played
and you that can only justify it

so i am the ever adressed black sheep
that is so maticulously hard to be pleased
and failure to some for only wanting to make me happy
and you that can only justify it

why should words need to be place accordingly
where the matter is only the meaning.
why should it be easily changing
and you that can only justify it

so half of you is somewhat vague
where i found it funny that used to be me
questions that need to be ask
and you that can only justify it.

so long i have wait
only to be told that life is unfair
but nay i must say
for life is sweet for those who dare to taste it...


5.01 pm
22june 07
zariesworld

baitulmaqdis

they say those who are glorified lie in the midst of anarchy
silently watch as the weak raise their feet
and hatred filled upon the creed
the angst that errupted and the death remembered

so forth it was foreseen by the people of the past
that united flag we swore to defend
the lord is forever we quoted
the land that is taken by the silly mistake of ignorance
the shame that is unbearable so much we delivered

what left in this world without the pride that was once redeemed
what road should be taken to glorify its meaning
to stumble upon the history as those who lost
and those who have tainted the sword with the blood of our own
rather than those who swore on our eternal doom

so much to ponder that maybe there will come a time
where the past glare its page again
and rise all knights to the legion of oath
from the peasants to the rich
from all bloods that streams only One

there come a time where those will answer
and be glorified as those before us have seen
victory upon those who vaguely perceive
and freedom of all evils in between.


zariesworld
14th may 07
selamat hari ibu

once... a life

once....a life


like a nest that is empty
old ragged torn and quiet
silent picture with coral green frame
looking souless every second that ticks away

the voice of young pods
cracking with desire of never wanting to grow up
imagination that knows no bounderies
and laughter that has only one meaning

how serene it was when it was still green
simultaneously colorful everytime it changed its seasons
the bluest sky that can ever existed
and long patience old strings of river
ready to give birth to every dying wishes and hopes

it feels like only yesterday the memory was recorded
subtle in details, uncomparable.
untaited by metaphors.
the life and desire to get away from this jungle...
and breathe the air that once fill the lung of my ancestors....

goodnight

it was your night
i was your audience
those were your stories
so avidly i watched,
you were smiling..

you were the narrator
that knows no ending
i was your reader
witnessing your tale..

that was where you grew up
it was where you learned things
i was once inside you
and i want never to get out...

that was where i met you
the same where i kissed you
i was on the outside
watching the past together with you..

9.31 pm
22/march/o7
goodnight

sunset

sunset


cranky as it seen, it stays beautiful
wide and simmetry but so mysteriously it speaks
more and lively, everytime she sees it
a swift graceful on land of god's give
as he remembers it, he knew it all along
that the beginning is at the end when the moon wakes up
waving good bye to the grizzly sun
never she fail to give him the peace
that never belongs to human kind...


3.49
21/2/07

no number

no number

on long the summer
that melts it away
sandy beaches full with silver corals
that shines my eyes
and dipped in my smiles
the monstrous rock sitting on the vibe
of mermaid's song
singing the lullaby of broken tears
i listen vermently...
so if the sun sets it tranquility
and the moon jumps gracefully
let me be the one who sees it
for the past it shall be
and now that is left is only me ...
is only me.

unique

lollabunny.


so i am in the midst of a broken silence
longing to stray in deep jungle of hatred
and not believing in what i've become
so hurt that i am
but who knows all about anything that is inside
of a so called ignorant that comprises full of lies
and an odd to your options between the world and the heaven
let me watch you rot and so make it all mine
your game is a chance for one cute redemption
that i long craved for
and a way to escape my bitter symbol of tragedy
so let it rot then.
i sold my penny for a chance to be with the star
of a butterfly that confuses me all along
with her exciteness of other's happiness
even if it's not forever, i do glad that you are here
let me put my finger a step ahead to the reality that i hated the most
and sing all the praises that again full of lies
re-discover the essense of wealth that the earth encompasses with
and swim with the swans across the rainbow again like it used to be
i wander the lights that browsing on your head
and mine that cultivate the feeling desired
collided in our dream
spurn the flowers that wont blooming ...after all.

18th september 06
2.14 am
mali...out

tentang dia dan aku

tentang dia dan aku...

angin kau bawakan kata hatiku
dan bisikkan bahawa dia rinduku
dan kau sulami hatinya dengan kata-kata cintaku
agar dia tahu Dialah yang satu
angin kau selami jiwanya
sedalam zulaikha yang rindukan Yusuf
kau katakan pada kata isinya
yang aku rindukan Dia
dengan apa yang aku pertahankan
aku timba kesabaranku
agar aku tetap cintakannya
agar angin yang membantu
suatu ketika didengarkan
akhirnya
kepadaMu ku panjatkan hanya doa
mahunya angin ku terus menerjah ke kota hatinya
bersatu rinduku dan kau tahu kau tetap yang satu
dan tetaplah kau bersama bayu
tanpa malam tanpa siang kau
berlagu
sampai saat kembali bersatu
tersenyum seperti kau yang dahulu
sampai waktu aku rindu
sampai tika kau perlukanku
pergilah angin membisikkan sesuatu
tentang cinta dia dan aku...
angin kau bawalah aku
mencari mimpi-mimpi indahnya
tetapkanlah aku di situ
menjadi raja
menjadi nadi hingga putus nafasnya
dan aku pergi untuk selama-lamanya
kerna aku tak mampu bersendirian
termanggu dengan rindu
tanpa balasan
tanpa ungkapan yang pernah di bisikkan
tentang cinta dia dan aku...


zariesworld
mid break holidays
04/09/06
jiwa halus

jihad

terbaring sendiri setelah seketika meronta
terlepas segala persoalan yang membelenggu
saat yang ku idamkan dari dunia yang berat tak terbawa
tatkala sang peluru menjunam terus mencium ke dada
cantik ku lihat dunia ku
sayu dan permai, tersenyum aku menudingkan jelingan anak mata
ketika tubuh perlahan rebah meninggalkan jasad
walaupun pekat darah mengalir menyuburkan intifada
mengapa menangis lagi ibu?
mengapa kau jerit penuh hiba isteriku?
apa yang kau dendamkan sahabatku?
bila destinasi ku kini lebih bahagia dari ini
bila haruman keluarga Yassir terbentang menanti syuhada...

slumber

slumber and evil

crank my head with the shape of flake
all snow flow shining bright as it glows
all tree tricks me into the freak heat
sunny all summers funny i was'nt told

crank my head with the shape of flake
springs went by smothered me slow
black smoke filled and drilled my head rolled
zephyr as it shows, green o' grassy field

and to live in the city inner sin
or leave this village of deviant pure...

zariesworld
somewhere around 2.00 pm
7/08/06
ling abb on phonological task...

art, the definition of me

art, the definition of me

art is the physical reflection of my inner thought
my sole desire of an abstract structure
art is useless only to the eyes of nobody
for thee is not sharing and surely thee cannot see
the fondness of fantasy that i feel inside me
art is a form of a revolutionary
an ideology in the making
with the mind that is contributing
like a literature and society
between the sun and the sea
art is the rhythm of love making
the stroke of vivid imaginary caressing the sensitivity
the sound of lovers moaning
and the pain that eases everyhting
though art is so funny
it depicts the social heirarchy
of a man in need like a chess game indeed
so art is useless for it is me and me
the selfish me and it is only me....

03/08/06
1.32 pm
zariesworld
art the definition

urban

urban

i was at the end of the dawn
suffocating the clouds of a thousand black roses
playing dizzy with my unintentional sight
chunking the sound of the screachy trumpets
and here i am in between the lost souls
those who woke up before me i consider them as bold
and those after me i pitied their goal
cracking bones and a twist of hump
rocking my ass off with a jar full of rum
walking with punks i ended drunk
wandering why, before, this land was a nice farm
the siren is blaring though i do not know why
sun blazing its hot destructing my sweaty palm
i lost my patience when i did left her
now i am lost, drowning helplessly in my state of dream...

03/08/2006
1.15 pm
city life full of shit

tanah aku

bangkit untuk palestin

aku benci lambang ber proksi enam itu
kononnya kepunyaan david yang entah jujurkah sejarahnya
lambang kerosakan dimana-mana
simbol kedurjanaan manusia terbuang
aku benci putih dan biru muda itu
warna yang tidak sedikitpun melambangkan rohaninya
yang sepatutnya hanya merah,merah dan terus merah
kerana warna itulah kegemaran bangsa hina sepanjang masa
aku benci negara yang bergelar israel palsu
aku benci setiap umat yang berpijak diatas bumi suci tinggalan ustaz-ustazku
aku benci yang kecil kerna yang kecil itu akan membesar
dan aku tahu mereka akan tetap begitu...
aku mahu menjejak kaki di bumi itu
memegang senjata mempertahankan apa hak saudara-saudara ku
belajar menjadi lelaki dan berjuang seperti Muslim sejati
aku mahu tanah itu
kerana itu tanah aku
tanah bangsa saudara ku itu tanah aku
darah yang mengalir itu darah ku.
aku seru segala roh-roh pejuang agama ku
dari mula zaman adam hingga terus jikalau masih ada pada zaman ku ini
bersatulah dengan aku dan bersatulah bersama umat ku
jihadlah akal ku nyawa ku badan ku.
kerana aku benci negara yang bernama israel palsu
dan aku cinta tanah palestin tanah suci saudara-daudaraku.

Palestine
zariesworld
5.46pm
21/07/06

a nemesis behind my own eyes

a nemesis behiNd my own eyes
one great love of a thoUsand juliets
but a stoRy to tell is a lie anyway
so pay no intention for this is notHing in between

she wAs far behind where i left her
in between my endless bReathe i told her
that she was'nt aware of all the silly Things she said
nor the ignorance that we were havIng at times i were feeling dead
what makes us like this is a questioN i cannot ask
for she will ruIn everything that i know she eventually will...
but over the yeArs our love keep breathing.
images of life is so puRe it keeps running
simplicity turns reAlity of a bright imagination
a step aHead of a daily game we play
darIng each other how far this might go
or may it flows like stream of my childhood dreaM.

190802
keeps on going strong
zariesworld
21.07.6
4.47pm
riddle

bangun dan bangkit

terketuk lagi kita sekali lagi
oleh kata ular-ular besar peneraju kita
yang menyalak bongkak bersendiri menjerit
dialah peneroka ilmu bangsa...
dialah pejuang kebanggaan ibunda.
janji taburan terus hilang
kata pujangga manis nyata mainan semata
apalah lagi yang aku harapkan
bangsa dikencing agama di tawa
dosa apakah kita di perlakukan seperti ini
oleh darah sendiri yang selama ini kita percaya
meletakkan segala-galanya untuk dibanggakan.
tapi bangga kah bila hak di perkosa?
di perkosa dan di perkosa dan terus diperkosa
tanpa ada kuasa untuk bangkit, tanpa sebarang belas
boleh di tagih
ini kah tanah ku?
yang aku fikir terlalu indah walau aku tak pernah menghunus
menghiris sebarang darah merdeka?
salah kah?
perlukah bangsa ku terus di siksa?
di seksa lahiriah dan segala yang ada pada tubuh bermaruah ini...
cukuplah...tolong cukuplah...
bangkit!

zariesworld
5.45 pm
11 julai 06
Nst