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

semangat keris bangkit kembali

kabur dan bangkit

beri aku makna bebas tanpa bosan
beri aku gembira tanpa tangisan
kerana aku telah lama di sini
menunggu seperti dungu menunggu mati
aku seperti ombak yang tidak pernah kenal erti pantai
tidak menuju, sedikit pun aku tidak lekang dari lamunan hitam ku
kosong tanpa kenal erti jemu
tapi aku tahu ada suatu yang hilang dari khazanah fikiran ku
mungkin lalang juga aku?tapi mana pergi anginnya
mungkin ketam kah aku? siapa guru yang tinggalkan ilmunya
ke hulu aku mencari
kehilir penuh setiap tanah aku redah
namun tetap kosong... yang masih dilihat tetap mata yang satu itu
tetap bangunan bongkah bertunjang satu terpekik terlolong memekik
NEW WORLD ORDER! NEW WORLD ORDER!NEW WORLD ORDER!
pelik? apa yang selama ini aku lihat.
apa yang dari dulu aku jadikan titik pusat satu keajaiban hasil tinggalan paksi hakiki?
memikirkan falsafah yang datang dari tanah rampasan itu segalanya
berjuang kononnya sifat keuniversalannya mengatasi segala- galanya
berhenti aku ketika ini...mengapa?
kenapa langkah gagah yang kononnya tanpa sempadan ini gagal terus berfungsi
aku ada visi...aku ada juang diri. malah terlalu tinggi mengatasi setiap bangunan di muka bumi.
apa lagi yang tak kena dengan diri ini?
bertolak tambah, berkorban sudah...tapi apa lagi?
sejarah...apa yang perlu lagi aku pandang tentang perkara yang dah sudah
kita menuju ke depan dan terus kedepan. kenapa sejarah?
maju lah aku sekarang, sudah tu apa lagi yang aku kurang?
jati diri yang dulu di kurnia, di pegang, di simpan kini hilang?
tidak! terlalu banyak soalan yang aku terlalu malas untuk menyimpang...
lalu beginilah aku tetap dibelenggu
dari kisah lampau yang kabur tidak tergilap entah mana titik satunya
dari mana tapak kaki ini dilahirkan dari siapa akal ini di taruhkan
kenapa kabur? kenapa begini cetek pandangan maju ku...

zariesworld
the spirit of keris
bangkit
5.36 pm
30 may 06

of the exact happiness

19th of the exact happiness

years to take for this feeling to fond
thousand of tears we shared for this only second of breathe
what would i do if i had not found you,
what would i do if i had not found you.
a tiny spot i last remembered be
now growing to shape its meaning entangled the fairy dreams
what would i be if i had not found you
what would i be if i had not found you.
i made a pack with God let me live with mercy
and a deal to myself that let this love stands glory
what would i deal if i had not found you
what would i deal if i had not found you.
a stumble upon our path in front
not to worry my heart for it is eventually be gone
what would i see if i had not found you
what would i see if i had not found you.
so what you say if i plead myself down
do love me now, tomorrow and the rest i would go
because what would i live if i had not found you
what would i live if i had not found you.

sunshine at the far end

sunshine at far end


they say that it will be a long day
that we will not succeed for we know nothing about defeat
they say it's impossible and we barely know how to feed
that sooner or later we eventually slump like creeps
but for those who genuinely keep their faith together
with dignity they strongly believe in the power of unity
i say we fly and let us be with the rainbow
singing and dancing for this passion we shared is no matter buried deep...
to the eternal glory i say we deal
for a dime of passion i say we feel
let this be till the end of our friendship
let the taste of light be guiding us to the things we keep
sunshine at the far end
sunshine at the far end

9.15 p.m
wednesday
17th mei 06
zariesworld

a side of injustices

a side of injustices

a story of that damn bridge played us like never before
between two nations too hard to for them to chew
politically incorrect they feed us with
and again victimized by our equal right of not to know
why should we pay when there is none of the promise
do we earn this much to be equally treated like fools
are we not what we are those raised by your future agenda
or simply unimportant a burden of your hellish command.
simplified the matter that has long haunted us deliberately
for once speak the truth, honest in things you do
for this salvation needs its ending and lies shall not ever rule
then we follow you like what we agreed upon to...

25th april o6
12.11p.m
zariesworld
politically adjustment

politically unheard

a nations bridge

a bridge of controversy is what we called
separated the two nation of a great lenght of ridiculous
playing its citizen like an old board of chess
dominating our thought and imprisoned it like they should never not.
are we not dolls that we deserved to be treated like this
are we foolish enough to secure our insecurity
then must we not open up our eyes and broaden clear of our idiocracy
a matter of future we are now heading towards the infidelity
it was a bright move to honour your country
by protecting our soils and standing proud for our people's glory
but why need somekind of hazy explaination covered with all sort of dishonesty
for we questioned it for the sake of our abandoned priority
in majority that are now fully supportive
u have us behind your back if ever you needed to
let us show that we are a proud nation filled with determined future
but so not to be forgotten that no army could make us yied in inferiority...

monday
4.14 pm
24th april 06
in between the hypocracy

resident evil

a resident of an enigma

i was there when they burnt down the yellow cottage of her
without a pity we left her lying motionless with a breath to catch
satisfy with our own indegenious that was unbearable for me to see
and we killed the whole riddle that left us with no answer to match
years come by and lots of things had happened
i am still here watching your mystery in fear
questioning every single thought playing with the smallest clue
what have we done here,are we all the killers
is it just a coincidence that she is now not here
what happen then, if the past is not like what it has written
are we still living in this enigma do we still have to re-live the dogma
or a painful ending i feel i believe is haunting to our last fear...

27th march o6
zariesworld
paradigm of illusive fear
1.30p.m