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Echoes of Unseen Affection

A Poem

For many years, we’ve worked side by side,
In meetings and hallways, no secrets to hide.
But lately, I’ve noticed something new,
In the way I see her, in the things I do.

Her voice, familiar, yet somehow changed,
A melody that leaves me strangely arranged.
Each word she speaks, a note so pure,
A symphony that makes my heart unsure.

Her eyes, like stars, they catch my gaze,
In different hues through the passing days.
One moment they’re gentle, like morning’s light,
The next they’re burning with evening’s might.

Every glance, a silent song,
A rhythm that feels so right, so wrong.
I find myself lost in her soulful stare,
Wondering what secrets might be there.

Her laughter, once just a pleasant sound,
Now a melody that my heart has found.
It dances through my mind like a breeze,
Bringing with it a sense of ease.

Her presence, once a comfort, now a thrill,
A sensation that I can’t quite kill.
I feel her near, my pulse will race,
My heart responding to her grace.

In crowded rooms or quiet halls,
Her presence lifts me, and my spirit calls.
I see her smile, and the world seems bright,
A beacon cutting through the darkest night.

Each day with her, something new unfolds,
A mystery in the stories she holds.
Her voice and eyes, ever changing, ever true,
A reflection of a soul so pure, so blue.

I wonder if she feels it too,
This strange connection, this feeling new.
Does her heart skip a beat when I’m near?
Does she see the world in colors clear?

I can’t deny these feelings strong,
This sense that with her, I belong.
Each meeting, each moment, a gift so rare,
A chance to breathe in her magic air.

Her kindness, her wit, her gentle ways,
Have woven into the fabric of my days.
She’s more than a colleague, more than a friend,
A presence that makes my heart ascend.

And so I cherish every glance,
Every word, every chance.
To see her eyes, to hear her voice,
To feel this love, this quiet choice.

For many years, we’ve walked this line,
But now I see her in a light divine.
Her voice, her eyes, a constant change,
A beautiful mystery, a love so strange.

I don’t know where this path will lead,
But for now, my heart is freed.
To feel, to hope, to dream anew,
In the light of her eyes, in the sound of her voice so true.

Songs of the Heart

Love from through a song

In a quiet town where whispers roam,
Lived a man in a modest home.
He wandered through each quiet day,
Until he heard a voice that made him stay.

A melody drifted on the breeze,
A song that brought him to his knees.
Her voice, like honey, smooth and sweet,
Called out to him, their souls to meet.

He followed notes through twilight’s glow,
To find the source of this echo.
There she stood, with grace and charm,
Her singing was a soothing balm.

Her eyes met his, a spark ignites,
Two hearts entwined in love’s delight.
They sang together, side by side,
Their voices blending, love their guide.

Each morning brought a new refrain,
A symphony to ease their pain.
Their harmonies a pure embrace,
A testament to love’s sweet grace.

In fields of green, beneath the skies,
Their songs would rise, their spirits high.
They sang of dreams and whispered fears,
Their melodies washed away their tears.

Through winter’s chill and summer’s heat,
Their love, a song, was always sweet.
Each note a promise, strong and true,
Their hearts composed a love anew.

They danced through life, a joyous waltz,
With every verse, their hearts exalts.
A duet in life’s grand serenade,
Their love, a timeless, sweet cascade.

Years rolled by, yet still they sang,
In perfect harmony, their love rang.
A bond unbroken, through time’s embrace,
Their love songs left a tender trace.

And as the twilight years drew near,
Their voices still rang pure and clear.
In every note, their love would flow,
A beautiful song, forever to grow.

So in that town, where whispers roam,
Lived a man in a loving home.
He found his heart through her sweet song,
And together, their love was ever strong.

From Playful Whiskers to Eternal Rest

MY CAT STORIES

The Cat We Loved.

We named him Whiskers, for his whiskers were long,
But soon he became Wiz, a name fit for song.
From a vet he came, a big kitten so sweet,
With playful eyes and a heart full of beat.

He’d chase every ball, leaping high with delight,
And climb up our gates, such a spirited sight.
Too round to slip through the narrow gate’s span,
Yet he’d always find ways to play and to plan.

His playful antics brought laughter and cheer,
His boundless energy made worries disappear.
Hide and seek was his favorite game,
A joyful creature, untamed and unclaimed.

Taming his spirit took patience and time,
Allowing him freedom, a life so sublime.
He’d wander outside, then return to our door,
His joy in exploring we simply adored.

But one fateful day, his vigor declined,
He couldn’t eat or walk, a shadow confined.
The vet gave us news, so heavy, so stark,
HIV and leukemia had left their dark mark.

Diapers and care, we gave him our best,
Our love unwavering through every test.
He grew better, then worse, a cruel fate’s game,
We spent thousands, yet loved him just the same.

Though his weight stayed low, his spirit stayed bright,
But nights away filled us with fright.
We caged him for safety, our hearts filled with pain,
But his health declined, driving us insane.

Saliva dripped from his weakening mouth,
Growing thinner each day, heading south.
One day he collapsed, breath fading away,
In our home, he took his last stay.

We laid him to rest in the yard’s gentle earth,
A testament to love, a life of great worth.
Wiz, our dear friend, forever in our heart,
A cherished memory, we’re never apart.

We loved his meowing, his playful delight,
But we know God’s love is infinite, bright.
Wiz is at peace, no suffering, no pain,
In our hearts, his memory will always remain.

Through sunny days and moonlit nights,
His memory lingers, a beacon of light.
His playful spirit, his loving gaze,
Forever cherished in so many ways.

His whiskers long, his playful purr,
In every corner, we still hear his stir.
Though gone from this world, he’s not far,
For in our hearts, he’s our guiding star.

Wiz, our dear friend, your journey was grand,
From playful leaps to gentle hands.
Rest now, dear Wiz, in eternal peace,
Your love and joy will never cease.

For every ball you chased, for every climb,
For every purr, in our hearts, you’ll chime.
Thank you, dear Wiz, for the love you gave,
In our hearts, your memory we’ll save.

We loved him dearly, his spirit bright,
And now he rests, in the soft moonlight.
Wiz, our friend, forever adored,
In gentle peace, your spirit soared.

Beauty of the Heart vs Beauty of the Soul

POEM

Let their stories through us unfold.

In the quiet hall of whispers soft and low,

Where Beauty of the Heart and Soul doth show,

Their essence gleams beneath the mortal coil,

A silent duel, their virtues to unfoil.

Beauty of the Heart, a radiant flame,

Burns bright in acts of kindness, love’s true claim.

It dances in the laughter of a child,

In gestures small, in temperaments mild.

Through storms and trials, it remains unswayed,

A beacon firm, in golden light arrayed.

It speaks in tongues of comfort and of care,

In every loving touch, it’s always there.

Yet, Beauty of the Soul, in depths profound,

In silent strength where mysteries abound.

It’s the keeper of the secrets, the dreams we hold,

A deeper ocean, never fully told.

It sings in harmony with the stars at night,

A melody that feels both dark and light.

Its wisdom flows through time like a river wide,

In its waters deep, true selves reside.

Both beauties, different, yet the same,

Each playing their own intricate game.

One visible in every selfless deed,

The other, a silent force that all hearts heed.

One may argue which holds sway or might,

Which beauty wins, which guides us right.

Yet in the dance of life, they twist and twirl,

In every man and woman, boy and girl.

For heart’s beauty shines in the daylight bright,

In actions warm, in love’s sweet might.

But the soul’s beauty, like the moon’s soft glow,

Illuminates the paths where night winds blow.

Together, they weave a tapestry divine,

In the fabric of being, seamlessly they entwine.

One outward pours, the other inward seeks,

In every soul, their balance each heart seeks.

To choose between them would be a folly,

For they exist in all, both melancholy and jolly.

Their confluence, a river of light and shadow,

Carving through life, through joy and sorrow.

In every heart that beats, in every soul that dreams,

In every tear that falls, in every smile that gleams,

Beauty lives, in dual form, entwined,

In every one of us, it’s there to find.

So let us cherish both, heart and soul,

Let their stories through us unfold.

For beauty is not a surface to be seen,

But a light within, where it has always been.

Write From The Heart

A short poem

Write when you feel it,
When ideas surge and swirl.
Don’t put off the moment,
Let your thoughts unfurl.

Write in your style,
Be it scribbled or pristine.
Your words hold value,
Make sure they’re seen.

Write if you’re compelled,
Or pause when life’s too much.
Flow with your emotions,
Let them be your crutch.

Write what rings true to you,
Stand apart from the throng.
Pour out your heart on paper,
And let your words be strong.

Don’t wait for perfection,
The ‘right time’ doesn’t exist.
Write amidst chaos or calm,
Let misty doubts be dismissed.

Write with joy, write with pain,
Capture shades of your heart.
In the silence of the night,
Or morning’s fresh start.

Write to express, not to impress,
Share the beats of your core.
Each sentence a breath,
Each paragraph an open door.

Write because you must,
Because your heart knows no bounds.
In the sea of many,
Let your unique voice resound.

Write to create worlds,
Or to navigate your own.
Through the maze of thoughts,
Where seeds of insight are sown.

Write to laugh, write to cry,
Each emotion a hue.
Paint with your words,
Show the world your view.

Write for the past, whisper to the future,
Hold conversations with the soul.
Let each word heal, each phrase nurture,
In every story, play your role.

Write because it matters,
To you more than anyone else.
Let your innermost whispers,
Jump right off the shelf.

Write from the heart, unabashed,
Fueled by passion, untamed and raw.
In the quiet or the chaos,
Let writing be your law.

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Eid Mubarak — 1445H

POETRY OF RAMADAN AND EID AL-FITR

To all my Muslim friends around the world.

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As the final hours of Ramadan gently fade,
Beneath the moon’s reflective serenade,
The night unfurls its celestial brocade,
Adorned with silver, in gold arrayed.

Within the hush of the sacred eve,
Believers bow, their hearts conceive,
Softly whispered prayers they weave,
As the crescent moon takes its leave.

With the break of dawn, Eid ignites,
A panorama of joyous sights,
Harmony blooms, and the heart delights,
As souls converge in ecstatic rites.

Behold the splendor of this divine feast,
From the greatest to the very least,
In every supplication, every released,
Plea, a mosaic of peace increased.

Together we break our final fast,
In the morning’s tender, nurturing cast,
Dates’ sweetness marks the fast’s last,
Eid al-Fitr’s gateway, grand and vast.

Now, in the fusion of spirit and zest,
Our sincerest prayers are addressed,
For a world in harmony, blessed,
Guided by wisdom, in love dressed.

As we rejoice, feast, and pray,
On Eid’s sacred, exalted day,
May every heart joyously sway,
And in our du’as find its way.

On this day of jubilant tide,
Let our hopeful spirits glide,
Across divides, wide and wide,
In every heart, let peace reside.

Eid al-Fitr, a blissful close,
To Ramadan’s reflective repose,
In every hope that heavenward goes,
Find the light that eternally glows.

So, let’s raise our hands in care,
Embrace the joy we share,
As we gather in this rare,
Moment, the essence of our prayer.

Here’s to peace, love, and delight,
In every dawn and every night,
As we embrace, with hearts alight,
The beauty of Eid’s shining light.

Note: Malaysia celebrates Eid al-Fitr (1 Syawal 1445H) on Wednesday, 10 April 2024.

From Analog Whispers to Digital Roars (A Poem)

A Poem

Mobile Phone Evolution

In the whispered hush of history’s page,

I’ve journeyed through the mobile age,

From the analog calls of yesteryear,

To digital voices crystal clear.

My first embrace, a tender touch,

With signals weak, yet meant so much.

The 1G era, a humble start,

Carried conversations, heart to heart.

Then 2G came, a digital dawn,

Text messages across the lawn.

A leap to clarity, a step to bind,

Voices and texts intertwined.

Through GSM’s embrace we found,

A world connected, profound.

With each small beep and gentle ring,

More closely did our hearts cling.

But evolution did not pause or wait,

3G arrived, opening the gate.

To data speeds never seen before,

Internet, email, and so much more.

A leap into the world wide web,

In pockets rest, no need to ebb.

Smartphones emerged, a brilliant scene,

Touchscreens replaced the keys once keen.

Then 4G’s lightning struck the sky,

Streaming video on demand, oh my!

High definition on a small screen,

A visual feast, previously unseen.

Social media, apps galore,

The world shrunk, yet offered more.

Each moment captured, shared, and lived,

The power of connection, truly vivid.

And now we stand at 5G’s door,

Wondering what it has in store.

Faster than our wildest dreams,

A stream of endless data beams.

Foldable screens, a novel sight,

Technology’s never-ending flight.

From bulky bricks to sleek designs,

Each era’s phone, a sign of times.

As I reflect on this journey vast,

I marvel at the shadows cast.

By each generation, each leap and bound,

In this mobile world, we are profound.

For though the tech will age and fade,

The memories and connections stay.

Through every text, call, and shared scene,

We weave the fabric of a human dream.

So here’s to the phones in our hands,

Links in an ever-changing land.

From analog to the 5G sphere,

I cherish every connection, every year.

Echoes From The Silent Stars – A Poem

In the heart of youth, where dreams ignite,

Beneath the stars’ ever-watchful light,

Eyes cast upwards, full of wonder,

Tiny souls with dreams asunder.

Gazing at the mountains, vast and steep,

Promising a climb that’s far from cheap,

By the seas, they stand, eyes wide,

Dreaming of a victorious tide.

With ambition sown in tender minds,

Through the maze of time, each wanders and finds,

Failures aplenty on this quest for worth,

Testing the mettle that they bring forth.

Many a night, their spirits wane,

Under the weight of recurring pain,

Yet within their hearts, a flame persists,

Urging them to climb through mists.

Dawn breaks, and with it, new resolve,

Determined now their dreams to solve,

With grit and grace, they rise and strive,

In their pursuit, they feel alive.

Years pass, and struggles take their toll,

Yet what emerges is a steadfast soul,

With every fall, they’ve risen again,

Learning, growing, through each pain.

One day awakens, bright and clear,

Filled with a power, devoid of fear,

They step forth, their essence revived,

To grasp the success for which they’ve strived.

Now, among peers, they stand tall,

Their youthful dreams realized, after all,

Scaling heights once deemed too steep,

Conquering seas, vast and deep.

Their journey, marked by steadfast hope,

Shows others on the brink how to cope,

For in each heart that dares to dream,

Lies the potential to redeem.

So let the youth gaze at the stars,

And dream of healing old scars,

For within them lies the power so grand,

To hold the future in their hand.

In their ambition, let them find,

The strength to be resilient, kind,

For they are the ones who’ll shape our tales,

Sailing forth with wind-filled sails.

In every child who dreams tonight,

Lies a future oh so bright,

For within their hearts, pure and true,

Resides the power to renew.

So here’s to the youth, with eyes aglow,

May their ambitions flourish and grow,

For within their dreams, as they ascend,

Lies our hope, our journey’s end.

Poem: On Top of the World

A Travel Poem

My Unforgettable Experience at the Great Wall

In the land of dragons and ancient lore,
I found myself at the Great Wall’s door.
A structure vast, against the sky it sprawls,
Echoing whispers of dynasties and brawls.

There I stood, so humble and small,
At the foot of this immense and storied wall.
Its stones have borne the weight of time,
Witness to history, silent and sublime.

Author at the bottom of Great Wall of China many years ago.

With every step upon its weathered path,
I felt the echoes of ancient wrath.
Imagining soldiers, stern and grim,
Guarding fiercely the wall’s vast rim.

The climb was steep, my breaths grew deep,
Upward I pressed, the summit steep.
“My legs may falter, but not my will,”
I thought, as time seemed to stand still.

With each new height, a view unveiled,
Of misty mountains and valleys hailed.
Nature’s beauty and man’s might,
In perfect harmony, bathed in light.

As higher I climbed, fewer joined my quest,
To conquer the wall’s challenging crest.
But within my heart, a fire burned bright,
Spurred by the past’s relentless plight.

Atop the wall, the world seemed new,
Vistas of wonder, breathtaking view.
“I’ve done it!” I cried, heart aflutter,
Amidst the stones, no words to utter.

There, in my hand, a hero card was placed,
A simple token, with meaning graced.
Not just a souvenir or a mere memento,
But a bond with those, who long ago,

To conquer the wall’s challenging crest.

Stood where I stood, gazed as I gazed,
Shared in the spirit, equally amazed.
This card I held, more than a prize,
A symbol of connection, under the endless skies.

For the Great Wall is more than stone and lime,
It’s a testament to will, transcending time.
A journey there is a journey within,
A tale of struggle, triumph, and kin.

So when I recount my climb that day,
It’s not just a tale of a wall, per se.
But a story of unity, strength, and grace,
A memory of the human race.

For in that climb, and the card I hold,
Lies a story of resilience, age-old.
A reminder that, in our own way,
We’re all heroes, come what may.

And though years have passed since that ascent,
The lessons learned, the time well spent,
Continue to inspire and to mold,
A reminder of a journey bold.

So here’s to the Wall, majestic and grand,
A symbol of strength, across the land.
May its legacy inspire us all,
To rise each time we stumble or fall.

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Poem: Harbour Lights – A Sydney Serenade

MY TRAVELOGUE POEM

Fireworks and Wonder

In Darling Harbour’s embrace, I found a place so bright,

Where fireworks paint the canvas of the night.

Sydney’s heart, alive with light and sound,

In every corner, magic is found.

As dusk falls, the scene comes alive,

With energy and joy in constant thrive.

Locals and travelers, side by side,

Sharing moments that in memory reside.

Waterfront dining, a feast for the senses,

Laughter and tales, no need for pretenses.

The harbour’s glow, our merry band’s backdrop,

In this instant, time seems to stop.

Fireworks burst, a dance in the sky,

Colors reflect where the waters lie.

Each explosion, a story to tell,

Under their spell, we willingly fell.

City lights twinkle, a harmonious view,

Harbour waters carrying every hue.

This spectacle, a sight to behold,

A tale of wonder, waiting to be told.

Music fills the air, a rhythmic delight,

Street performers charm us into the night.

Each act, each note, a piece of the show,

In Darling Harbour’s warm, inviting glow.

Culinary wonders, tastes to explore,

Each dish telling tales of distant shores.

With the skyline alight and hearts aglow,

The fireworks above, the city below.

Aquarium wonders, wildlife so near,

In this urban oasis, joy is sheer.

Paths to wander, sights to see,

Darling Harbour, where we long to be.

Ease of passage, a welcoming space,

Here, every moment is an embrace.

Fireworks’ splendor, a regular treat,

In their presence, our hearts skip a beat.

So here’s to the nights, bright and new,

To Darling Harbour, and memories true.

An unforgettable journey, a shared delight,

In Sydney’s embrace, under the night light.

Each return, a promise made,

Of more laughter, more memories to trade.

For in Darling Harbour’s luminous sight,

We found joy, we found light.

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POETRY OF RAMADAN AND EID AL-FITR

To all my Muslim friends around the world.

Note: Malaysia celebrates Eid al-Fitr (1 Syawal 1445H) on Wednesday, 10 April 2024.

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Mobile Phone Evolution

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My Unforgettable Experience at the Great Wall

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Fireworks and Wonder

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