Sonnet on Life's Season

Men’s life is like the four loyal seasons
Joy stays in their eyes at picturesque spring;
And as August’s summer warmth edges in
They enthused on to enjoy enchanting
company as brownish autumn appear;
Tho’ its sweet leaves fall ever so swiftly
To pace with life’s time that’s ever changing,
let moments never in stationary
So as life’s final season came to play
With cold flurry and lonely sentiments,
Let him sense love’s warm glorious display
And glimpses of poignant reminiscences.
That when eyes are closed for eternity
Thy presence be dignified legacy



Writer's note : This sonnet was submitted for Quotation Inspiration Writing Contest in writing.com. I didn't win but I received a 4.5/5 stars rating from the judges. Waiting for the next inspiration to come !

Sonnet for A String Instrument

Some came to earth blessed with silver spoon,
Others are astute like Aristotle,
Some dressed to the nines, mingle with rich boon,
Others graced with demure, pure as crystal
While God gave everyone their own bidding
Of talents and things that bring them great joy,
To me empty wit are just masks hiding
Your true self, a rather deceptive ploy
Riches be stolen, designers be labelled-torn,
Sweet cravings satisfy less, gold may lose its glow,
Despite what the lackadaisials say
Live life a vagabond, judged all the way,
The strum of my guitar makes a clown weep,
Its vibe acoustics breathe life to a creep

The Demise of a Wondrous Storyteller

Her hands spun invisible threads
Of fables and stories from everyone
While making it real, it became surreal
And spun the threads to be a carpet of lore
That's the miracle of the wondrous storyteller

Although fictitious as the stories be
When one catches a glimpse of her piece
It was more than that
More than art
More than a form
It became a song
Sung from the depths of hearts, entwined
In tune with the song of the world

That's the miracle of the wondrous storyteller

Alas, the Mighty One say
A rest I shall give to her
And He kisses her forehead
And she slept

Though the wondrous storyteller has gone
With the stars at night she shone
And her web of stories
Will continue to be her immortal legacy

-dedicated to the late Yasmin Ahmad, the wondrous storyteller who gave us Sepet, Gubra, Mukshin and lots of those unforgettable adverts that brings us both laughter and tears. Forever she will be my inspiration.

May her soul rests in peace.

The Day the World Stopped to mourn a Passing Star

His death brought the world to an abrupt halt
His memorial caught more attention than the deadly virus, economic downturn, war...
Yesterday was the day when the world stopped for a brief hour
His send-off was the most memorable, poignant, emotional
It breaks even the hardest of hearts
He was just another man in the mirror
But his contribution to the music world trancends barriers
He lived to faced judgment from those who can't understand
What it means to be unique

He is like a wishing star
Gone so soon and so far
Yet we all know that he is safe somewhere
In the hands of God, he rests

Rest in Peace, MJ

LAD - Less Alluring Day

I don't feel as beautiful and as bouncy today
I don't know why
Could it be the hormones
Or just a bad day
A touch of lipstick doesn't help me smile
I felt as if I have walked a mile
Slumped and dreary
Heavy and fat
I felt less alluring because of that
I tried to walk in high heels
They say it'll help you feel tall
All I can say is, I just felt rather small
I tried to smile
But all I see is just a snarl
My hair is like lifeless hay
Eventhough I conditioned it every other day
Damn, what is wrong me
Could it be the aftermath of yesterday?
Argh!
Forget about it
I am going out anyway.

P/S: Forgive me for the bad poetry.