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