Kuala Gula

Today is yet another morning

A blissful morning filled with blessing

Oh why is this euphorial feeling?

To be working on a Monday morning?

I will leave a while that Mystical Mountain
And drive myself, right into The Horizon

The Solitary Route will all be mine

No disturbances of any kind

Just me..and the Splendour of the Sun

And A Picturesque

So touch up and Articulately done!

The Sky...is vast and still and endless
Speak about Love speak about Kindness

Flocks of birds sillhuetting The Sky

Soaring The Earth from above up high

The Kingfisher looked faraway

Thinking....should I go or should I stay?

Fierceful eagle came gliding by

Am I tresspassing or is this your friendly Hi!

The Song of Nature creeps The Ground

There was beauty All Around!

The grass...... forms a Multi Coloured Green

Creating a hue so peaceful and Serene

When they could not fight the Whispering Hint

They dance along to the Rhytm of the Wind

Lovely Lotus stood raisely tall

No need to climb no need to crawl

Fated on her, soil of this wetland so sludgy

She hymms to the song of her own melody

Right and left..as far as the eyes could see

The sun splashes on the oil palm tree

Revealing life and its mystery

An inspiration to this poetry

Across the globe to Antartica

All the way from China, Russia and Siberia

The Birds stopped by in Tropical Malaysia

Right here..on this heavenly place call KUALA GULA

-Aasiyaa

Enjoying the >25km straight route from SPg 4 to Kuala Gula

And remembering all the loveable people of Kuala Gula.

Simple

Simple things are...
Feather light, Free flowing, Ever ready and Multi easy
Yet!
As simple as things should be
Almost always...
Is complicated, by The Petty, The Unnecessary
Then
Came all sort of unthinkable Heaviness of easy -made difficulty
This is when
The left brain calculated stastistic Logically
The right brain stooped and gets emotional Naturally
As they met, this one thing they particularly agree
That!
As simple as things could be
The answers remain Very Nerve Triggery
When the equations is Exactly
So simple as things should be
That is supposed to be feather light and Multi Easy
Ends up
As a lenghty series of an Unsolved Mystery
Ahhhhhh! To think that
This is a simple
As simple things..were meant to be!

Aasiyaa
Tired of work?

In Memory

Once there was not so long ago
In the land by the lake
There live a doctor for whom you may know
Who give and give and hardly ever take

By the shake of our hands
And the smile that he sends
This in my brain I could sense
The very first word I spoke to this gent
'Your eyes are scleric
'You look anemic
Forgive me my friend
Dont you think you are kind of sick?

Eventhough the smile has now spread to the cheek
Those sad scleric eyes so silently speak
I know that my eyes are kind of scleric
Most of the time in my life I've been anemic
But my friend, I don't consider myself sick
Not until, the anemia is noted to be symptomatic

So once there was when life was hectic
We had a team mate, he was B thalasemic
Eventhough we all thought he should be frail and weak
He was compasionate and kind and mostly Altruistic
Once there was when life was terribly hectic
We look up on him, as a reason to be energetic
Once we felt like in the lowest form of human life
We had him as a token to strive!

For every now and again he needed transfusion
How he smiled about it is still my greatest confusion?
If occasionally, I were anemic out of menoragic menstruation
I would be lazy and grumbly, so determine to express my exhaustion
Never mind The Sarcastic, The Cynical
The Rude and The Arrogant
This guy was Cool and Calm
Still so Polite and Unbelievably Prudent

One day
As expected
Like every living being should
He Died
And we who daily dealt with dead bodies
On seeing his
We cried and cried

We still speak of him today
And found ourself teary eyed
Once though, i dreamt of him passing me by
And he Smiled!

Aasiyaa
(In memory of Dr Mahizal Armin
A Thalassemia patient
A doctor
A friend)

The Oath Not Taken

I swear
To fulfill the best of my ability and judgement
This Oath and this Covenant

I will respect
The driver of other vehicle
On all the routes which I roam and travel

I will apply
For the benefit of others
All requirement of safety measures

Therefore
I must drive carefully
With the highest sense of responsibility

I will avoid
To be the cause of motor vehicle accident
If occured I know
Will be a life long mental and physical burden

All men shall be my brothers
All women are either mothers, sisters and daughters
This I must empathy
Their lives are
As precious as those who are dear to me

I will not be ashamed to stop and sleep
If the journey proved to be too tiring to keep
Nor will I take drugs to stay awake
The life of my passengers should never be at stake

I will remember
The road is not an F1 circuit
My vehicle not a racing car
I must drive according to prescribed speed
Regardless the journey
Near or far

I must remember
I remain a member of a society
And I have this obligation
To all human there is humanity
To value life right from contraception

I must pray
For a safe and sound journey
Till the arrival to our destiny
And May for those who seek my service
Their life and mine will be a bliss

If I ..do not violate this oath
May I enjoy life and art
Be able to continue to play my part
To act as to preserve the tradition of my calling
And may I long experience, the joy of driving

Aasiyaa
(If she was a bus, lorry or contena driver
-inspired by Hypocratic Oath
-inspired by deaths on the road)

Bitchly Speaking

The Bitch
Who shouts
Who screams
And look like A Bitch
is My most prefered bitch
Then The Bitch
Who wears An Angelic face
With a sweet and soft voice that she plays
But Alas!
A bitch Is A bitch
By any camouflaged face
Or by any other voice she tries to glaze
For her heart is still the same
It still is...the heart of a bitch
When she plays her bitchly, Bitching Game!

Aasiyaa
Bitch preferences

Winter Sonata

Tears and blood on the serene white snow
Pierced my heart with a broken arrow
Go my young man go
Go where the bravehearts row!

I understand...
We were giving up hopes of all hopes
Dreams of our biggest dreams
And then, even though the time stood still
I would pick up strenght of my strongest will

And yes...the doorbell kept silent
Cattleyas stayed the distant
All the bouquettes there stood empty
No more pink roses to surprise me

Now that the time had passed me by
Sometimes I laughed and sometimes I cry
Sometimes, I smell the stench that rip my gut
Of dirty people with rotten heart!

I feel
I want to have stories to you be told
Of things that's bad, of things that's bold
ANd ever since that day
When we packed and we fold
My heart had also change its hold
Similar to that serene, bloody old winter cold!

Aasiyaa
Out dating again

She

The story goes back to 1957
When we first celebrate the year of independent
Back then when she was still an adolescent
She was told to marry this man, a farmer, her husband

She then helped him in the hot grazing field
Enduring all hardship for a future they both yield
They started a family and raised 7 children
She was a dutiful wife, a mother of obligation

Eventhough she is the mother of 7 children
She gave them all her due attention
Never did she failed her babies scheduled vaccination
Registered them to school...
And inculcate them, the value of education.

Now the children are grown
With a life of their own
She is living by herself all alone
The man she marries has passed on
The farmer, her husband
She...is suffering from Diabetes and hence
Came along the Hypertension
You see..she is taking her medicine
NOT according to prescription
Her eyesight is deteriorating, she is losing her vision
Twice now!!
She defaulted the Opthalmologist appointment
And I say...
She is not getting her due attention
Considering the fact that...
SHE is the mother of 7 children

Aasiyaa
As she was doctoring by

Diet Diary

Cut down on sweet white sugar
Increase the intake of fibre
In the span of 24 hour
Drink at least 2Litres of plain water

Reduce fat, reduce salt
Too much of them is a big huge fault
Walk and jump and run and play
Makes you happy and ease your way

If your life is so sedentary
You should start counting your calory
Or else you will end up with obesity
And door of illnesses is opened
With that Greatgrandmother of this Masterkey!

Food like life, is full of variety
Combination of certain things..
Makes life more lively
Take yellow and orange and green
Keeps you radiant with the brush of the wind
Take red and purple and blue
Burns your energy without much ado

Too much of anything is bad and sore
You wont fit in the dress you wore
Burns you slowly from outside to the core
Whether you are deep down in the sea
Or up on the shore

Enjoy and indulge in physical activity
It is the secret to longivity
Eat moderately, not little nor over
Smile...and handle this life to God and prayer

Aasiyaa
Diet diary-Medical and Health Officer

Paint me a picture

Paint me a picture

Cool.........

Some Soft Olive Greene

An Innocent White flower

A little bit of Viridian Tint

Paint me a picture

Of sweet softly sound

Not a shout of thunder

That reminds me...

Of an ugly barking hound

Paint me a picture

Of Light Beige honesty

Non of the Raw Umber Hypocrasy

Or eyes of Red Vermillion envy

Let it be.....

A pure synchrony

Rainbows in harmony

A calamity

An ethical apology

Because..it is perplexing to see

Acts drifting away from Responsibility

In truth and in Nobility

There is no sense of Beauty

When no one is Trustworthy

I am ...

An Artist

A poet

A philosopher?

And now that I am a doctor

I wish to thank thee

For a memories that shall not wither

Canvases of hatred, shall I display in the future?

To The Good, The Bad and The Mediocre

To The Black, The White and The Grey

That predominates The Area

To The Living, The Sick and The Dead

When The Angel of Death took over

As I stood here

To pause and then to ponder

The Truth, The False

The Complexity

The Variability

Of many humans character!

Aasiyaa

Internship

House Officer

The Rain

When I was just a little girl
My hair was made of ribbons and curl
I would sit by my small window
And watch the rain that seem to glow

There was this rhyme that mother taught me
I still remember the words vividly
Standing on the stairs
I would swing and sway
Rain, rain go away
Come again another day
Because of you I couldnt play

If rain brought lightning and thunder
I felt safe next to my grandfather
Out of wisdom he taught me a prayer
Now grandfather is gone from this world so earthly
As it rains....
I still remember to recite oftenly
The prayer, my grandfather had whispered to me

Rain was there in my teens
Locked in a magical garden of youth
On the top of the hill
There was a field
Casuarinas decorated the rill
We the princesses of that land
Treated the rain, like some kind of good friend
We had buckets and pails or anything of that sort
In colorful t-shirts or short greenie shots
Be it the basketball or on the tennis court
Our school sweet school turned a holiday resort

Rain..it is full of mystic magic
It is when my heart felt most nostalgic
The things I miss, I miss most of all
When the heavy, heavy rain starts to fall

Rain...brings a special memory
Of a brave young man in my history
Out of life and all its glory
I loved him and he loved me
Our story, story of love
Was short and brief
Had began and ended in nothing but grief
Life didnt flow like the pattern we cut
It rain deeply, quietly..inside our heart

Nevertheless
I Thank You God The Almighty
For All the rain he poured on me
Now...So young a lady I may not be
But Rain to me remains to be

Tranquility
A courtesy
An Integrity
Resilience in the face of Absurdity!

Aasiya
-As it rains

The Chameleon

Chameleon has the nature
To change her color
As she roams in the desert
High or Under

Chameleon
Be it away, be it home
Sweet peaches and cream for today
But tomorrow
She change to an ugly yellow chrome

She..would steal i know
Whenever she felt like doing so
That great ignorance of right from wrong
Put a sulky face all day long
Singing her sad oh so sadly song
And lie and lie
As the needs get along

What do you want you sweet Chameleon
You! Your mendacious deeds, so much I have learned
Send me chills of a deeply concern
A change of attitude in you I yearn
Change your color to Cerulean Blue
To Allah, and those who cares for you....
You must at least try to be TRUE!

Aasiyaa- Met a Chameleon
? a pathologic liar

The Dead Man

Dead Man I am Sorry
I am Learning the Anatomy
It is important we shall see
The slices and the cuts of your cold dead body

The innervation
The vascularisation
Oooooh! How i marvelled of The Almighty creation
There...the normal position there should be
Deepened the cuts of your cold dead body

Bandung air, was cool and clear
We joked, we laughed as we taught each other
But I couldn't help it you old man dear
To think the epilogue of a cold cadaver

Hadn't you a mother, a brother, a son?
Werent you a family when it all begun?
Hadnt you been a father, a teacher, a friend?
Where are your family when you came to the end?

Surely someone in this world out there
Someone you loved cherished and care
What happened then and where?
And why now did they leave you bare?

Mr Dead Man
I Am Sorry
But I must learn this Anatomy
To see the course of 'human'ity
At the risk of slicing your cold dead body..

Aasiyaa-Anatomy lab
Universitas Padjadjaran
Bandung

The Path

It doesnt matter

Who we are

What we do

What our visions are

Or where we are heading to

In each and everyone of us

We are two

One is...an Undesribeable Dark Evil

The other..is a soft cotton White Angel

Somewhere along the line

When life seemed so unkind

We are supposed to choose

Which part we want to use

Please pause and think and stare

And choose your path with care

In what we do, In what we dare

In life of The Akhirah

We ALL have our share

For The Poor cant steal

just because they are hungry
And The Rich cant sin

To get rid of their money

The heavens and The earth

Are the symbols of His Glory

We are all His creations

And under His Mercy

It is not important

Who we were

Or how we grew

Where we are

And what we are going through

Right infront of us...

The Path Is Two

It all depend on us

Our choice of virtue

Aasiyaa-at the junction

Serenade

Piercing into the mountains
Searching up in the sky
Calling my love to return
He my darling or I should die

It is not the same mountain
It is certainly not the same sky
My heart is broken
I felt lost and uncertain
He, my darling kind and true
He send my days..to The Rarest, Darkest, Deepest Blue

I don't want to stand with this setting sun
Hate myself for the things I havent done
Must stop sky piercing as it often made me cry
Must be able as the days go by
To look at myself
Straight in the eye

I had seen before my eyes
He, his friends, those brave hearted guys
AK 47 on their shoulders
Their land they say, free from intruders

And I....was struck with reality and so
I must be mentally fit for myself to know
I am...
The kind and gentle sister
My Daddy's sweet darling daughter
All the love and care of a wonderful mother
Handle this life to God and prayer

Eventhough sometimes deep down inside
My soul goes flying like an undirected kite
There is a great many thing
Leading life like contented living
There is
The love that was given to me
Ever since I was a newborn baby
That know will stay to eternity
There is...
This strong whispers of many hopes
a good character, a fine personality
to take problems like opputinity
That help me advance to maturity

I have learned
As the years rolled onward
I have left that past behind
That much I calculated sorrow
But proved that God is kind

For the test of the strenght is trouble
And they always come with years
The smile that is worth all the praises on earth
Is the smile that shine through tears

He had his loyal heart
He had his spirit brave
And he wanted to make his nation
Great and Strong
He, for truth and honours sake
Had stood fast and suffered long

I have behind me
Life and its longing
Its trials and sorrows
I, have beyond me
An infinite mornings
In my own homeland that waits tomorrow!

Aasiyaa
-difficult decision making
-adolescent to adulthood

I left my heart in Kashmir

Somewhere
In the extreme North
There is a great Valley
Wooden houses
White snowy mountains
The sky...
An Ocean Blue
The garden smiles
The Lake...reflects scene so greene
Those brave young men used to swim

Springs...where the flowers bloom
I walked down its meadow
Amongst the fragrance of flowery perfume
And I breath that fresh breeze
That almost smelled peace
A brave young man
Gave me a kiss

The falling leaves
Drift by my small window
It was red, it was gold
Violet
It was earth
Yet from the distant far
It was paradise
A God given paradise....on earth

Winter
In the heart of my brave young man turned cold
As the eyes of the high mountains
That would never melt
In his eyes
I saw tears running dry
That? From the eyes of my brave young man?

Love is sacred
But life is no more precious
As I watch those brave young men
March to their deaths
On the clean white snow that carpeted that land
Bloodshed!

Sometimes
I wish
Life could be different
Myself..in the Extreme North
Of a faraway land
In a faded, leather grey tent
Tending for my grieving
Dying brave young man
The thorns of those flowers
Prickled my fingers
Every now and again
My heart feels the pain!


Aasiyaa