Of Wordplays And Nonsense...

Feeling quiet but never too alone, to feel this warmth of a glowing screen

And then this wind it comes to turn this smog around, of fine grey smoke from not so wide

To dust off the place where tempers might flare again, oh indeed this world it begets so much less

As less as this man-made concoction thrice ferrous made black goo, my ever popular caffeine whims

So where was I when the sips I'd take, then there again my glowing white screen

Of things unimportant and deadlines non-existent, now such be the case of loving myself

But merely of stuff inverted from mind much felt inwards, that I'd carry on these mindless tinkling

To fulfil not lust but maybe much whims, of wordplays and nonsense all rolled into one!

And thus may this night be me sane for a sigh, from wretched misadventures oh Life why be cruel?

For maybe come tomorrow may my sanity be but sleep? For depravity of chastity to reasons or will?

And so let me weep or dance in delight for this night time be mine, through wind or haze or things so sullen

To the edges of lightlessness or maybe cold salvage, my disenchanted breeze through the time of wisps

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013

Yet Another June Entry, For Better Or For Worse

Indeed there is no best way to face the modernity of Life other than based on what decision we took when it chanced upon us

For this may be the end of us or maybe the beginning of yet another ending, for with it comes everything that might shake up our very existence

Oh forsooth that these miraculous inventions, far-fetched innovations and avant-garde way of thinking be they blowing at me like some noxious smokestack

Of veiled deceptions and weak conceptions how I blaze through the sky in search of a new home, away from the neon lights and buzzing nights

And far, far away my journey would take me as to where utopia or sane euphoria be they existing still for humanity to at least share

For within this me this soul still yearns for peace and stability of those ruined old countries called the Past, where things are done differently

And things turned out differently but hey, who cares for at least they still know what humanity is, unlike these faceless people on the net

And so I really need to stop right here right now, lest I'd be yammering about the state of the shrinking universe and society yet again!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL

2013

June Entry From The Unmistakable Poet

So here I am again, in the crossroad of uncertainty

Viewing life as it go forth between yesterday and today

Without a moment of respite, or glimpses of relief in sight

Mere gestures of a latent sigh of contemplation, reserved at best

So what price the value of society when all that I have, they trashed it at whim?

And who am I a fighter so lost and tired, bruised but undying to do with all this?

To now and forever did I serve to remind the sky that I shall always be out here trying to touch it

But who am I to know there are so many of those who would bring me down just to feel good about it?

Oh woe me for not understanding the indignity of humanity and of indignation unworthy of my time for them

But still this me he feels his life to be, a one long joyride from nowhere to nowhere, with pit-stops not present

And what am I to love for the beauty of conformity that they've offered at and preached at me yet again?

Another vile mishaps happening for a reason or perhaps a condescending mental tryst between God and His mindless creation?

Oh well, for all the slamming of the doors from fools too spineless to confront me after all these years

How am I given to laughter yet again for at least I know that there are others much more worthless than me!

And to niggling tomfoolery will this magnanimous nothing of a crown made of soot be to those without courage

For this great big me he cares not for weakling undermining and unwarranted existence of another human being, good riddance for once!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013