Some other time

Seems like it’s been a month since my last published post.. 

a lot of thing i would like to jot down.

Raya at island

Weekend at Kuching

Tattoo expo

Work related stuff

But to write all of this stuff, need to have some time, a chill good time for me to make it a good reading material. 

Weekdays, i’m immersed with my work, where i always work until 10pm daily. Going home, whether i slept at 12 or going out till morning. Awake, prepare to work, driving harshly, and start bz again at work.

Maybe some other time.

Wrote this while chilling at 21bistro, Kuching

Piece of shit

When i see a frog

& it takes a hop away from me

It’s like

What the fuck man.. 

- written by somebody that posted this nice poem in internet

Fleeting memories

Feels like a distant memory

Fleeting memories

The day we are talking

The day we happy with each other

And i realised 

Its not that far too long

The last time we talk

Last time we met each other

Maybe 

I tried to make it as a distant memory

One of the fleeting memories

Because i miss you

Always my boy

I still remember

The day you were born

Mixed of feeling rushing onwards

Love, affection, care, and responsibility

Tearing my heart

Whenever

You sick, hospitalised

That i let you to stay with your grandma 

The joy reached me when

Your first step

Your first words

Even when your first day of school

Now you are almost tall as me

Getting mature, where we conversed just like between boys

But I’ll always be proud of you, love you

Always my boy

First day at child care centre

Hospitalised due to pneumonia 

First day of school. The same class as me

12 years old already. Bigger, taller, going to reach teen hood

Poets

This world

Is full of poets

But she

She herself is poetry

- Archana Bhandari

Perseverance And Resilience

Time for sunrise

Yet

Sun hidden by the cloud

Where the sky lights up but gloomed

Surface wet and slippery 

Water droplet hitting the ground

Bringing the coldness of morning rain

Holding the heat of ray from reaching out

The coldness biting the bones

While the gloominess hits the mind

Perseverance and resilience 

Looking forward for the sun to shine again 

The subtle line

Hints, allegation & things left unsaid

Always a hint

But by itself it’s a subtle line

To not give up or to walk

Expressing doubt

Will become an allegation

To read between the line

Imaginary dot that has been connected

Maybe with intention

Gently, not to hurt

Maybe with intention 

To preserved  and not giving up 

Afraid, things left unsaid