Wednesday, August 8, 2012
You seem anxious as you sprinkle your words in the stillness of this quiet room.
Is the silence comforting?
You seem peaceful as I watch you float from this place to a private world of your own.
Is the silence beautiful?
You seem pleased as you share this moment of quiet contemplation.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
But I found myself recently;
It wasn’t a pleasant experience,
To find what I did not like to see.
I had struggled for so long, suppressing,
What I suppose was always me,
What I do not like to see,
From which I wish to be free.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
keep this heart on Deen;
it struggles to remain constant, forever seeking
that soul with whom it's been.
So, dear Lord,
protect this fluttering heart;
it ceaselessly wavers, in hope as it searches
for that missing, complementary part.
And, my Lord,
answer this heart's cries;
help it see clearly beyond the glitter
that often dazzles its eyes.
And, dear Lord,
strengthen this heart in me;
give it patience while it must wait
for the one who holds its key.
Finally, my Lord,
make this heart clear,
about ALL that will bring it near
and will save it from weary tears.
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
* * * * *
In the setting of the moon as the sun casts out its rays?
Did you know there is an Answer
To the Question that burns in our souls?
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
I still remember my initial telephone conversation with Alim those many weeks ago; I remember listening to him
Saturday, July 14, 2012
I suppose this idea had been brewing in my mind for some time, but it was on this day that those small puzzle pieces of the past finally fell into place.
I discovered that I have been focussing on the wrong thing all this time. Being an emerging writer, trying to get a 'readership' is hard work - but it occurred to me on 11 June that
Monday, July 9, 2012
When I was younger, in primary and high-school, I used to keep a diary and write in it almost every day - but Morning Pages has been a completely new experience, so valuable for both my personal and work life.
I believe that when you decide on a goal to work towards and put it in writing, God helps you along your journey and Wills people and opportunities to cross your path that reinforce you in working towards your dreams.
So it was by 'chance' that
Friday, July 6, 2012
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Have you ever had a dream
That you never dared believe you could reach
That just too 'impossible' it seemed
And so only to Him, of those wishes, you would speak.
Yet have you arisen one day
From restless, unfulfilled sleep
To suddenly be feeling the rays
Of a hope you had hidden deep.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
...And yet, upon reflection, I think I've worked out a purpose behind/connection between my otherwise apparent RANDOMness... Wallahu 'Alam :)
2. The one thing those who know me well will agree on as a quality I possess is: I am CRAZY! :P I am unpredictable
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Looking back, I am realising that it was not the days, but the pivotal moments that changed the course of my life.
After working in the community sector for nearly four years, I reached a stage where I felt I had exhausted my purpose and decided to only work till the end of my contract, but I was still unsure of what new direction to take.
I still remember the moment,
Monday, April 2, 2012
Well, it wasn't! But do you know what the strange thing was?
The moment I walked in the lecture theatre
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Last night, I was privileged to witness the humble beginnings of Perth's first Youth Poetry Slam, hosted by City of Stirling's Sasa Mentorship Program.
I truly cannot find the words to describe what a beautiful night it was. The brave and talented youth who shared a part of their soul through their poetic words left a lasting impression on us all.
I'm honestly struggling to write complete sentences when I'm still left with that sweet 'feeling', like that sweet after-taste that lingers in your mouth after eating something appetising...
Two of the poets who performed last night feature in the promo film about the event, which you can view from my YouTube channel. Also in this video, I recite my poem, "Mother" that can be found in my book.
I am so excited about what is to come!
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Thursday, March 1, 2012
Funnily enough, a poem I wrote recently, titled "My Silent Friend" describes exactly why I love Poetry as a form of expression.
In this poem, I talk about how writing/poetry is my Silent Friend who, "knows my secrets, the depth of my joys and sorrows; when others see my deceiving faces, only she and God hears of my hidden truths." (i.e. sometimes I may appear my normal self to the outside world, but Poetry learns of what may be heavy on my mind).
I go on to describe how poetry understands me and how exhausting
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I once gave one of my single friends (who loved Brad Pitt and who hated being set-up by mutual friends) a t-shirt that said "Mrs Pitt", along with a note, "Just a small gift that I thought would be useful for you the next time someone tries to set you up; simply turn their attention to the words on your t-shirt and say, "Sorry, I'm taken." :-)
Other times, it is the words themselves that are priceless and the greatest gift you can give.
TIP: Acrostic Poetry using a person's name can be a great gift (well, if the person is the type who appreciates words). In general, having a letter to start the lines of your poem makes it quite a useful tool to give yourself a cue when you find yourself stuck on how to begin.
Here is an example of a poem I wrote and framed for a good friend and work colleague named Isabella.
S oft in speech
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Let me begin by first looking back and recollecting the very first time I became interested in and began writing poetry...
To be honest, it was that long ago that I can't pinpoint the exact moment I began. However, I would say, as soon as I had learnt how to rhyme, I was writing poetry. One memory relating to poetry that sticks out in my mind was when I was in Year 3 in Primary School and I had to submit a poem to my teacher for Creative Writing. I still remember the opening lines of my silly, random poem that I had come up with on the spot:
Kenny the kicking kangaroo,
Thursday, February 23, 2012
There needs to be something more...
Perhaps a good place to start is looking at what makes me feel good, what interests and/or inspires me?
From the top of my head:
My Deen Islam
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I was on Tonkin Hwy a moment earlier in slow moving traffic when my ears caught the exchange between a bunch of young males (keyword: "males"), driving on the right lane beside me. They spoke and laughed loudly, having a conversation I think they intended for me to hear.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Putting pen to paper
Writing whatever comes to mind
Unsure of where these black lines forming words will lead
Thursday, January 26, 2012
The wind on my face, in a foreign land.
The sun in my eyes, the soft sound of the sea
And the curious stare, of a wallaby.
As I sit in the shade, of a tall gum tree
The crashing waves, I see before me.
The howl of the wind, and a kite flying high
Then as the sun sets, Southern Cross in the sky.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Yesterday afternoon, I received a random email from someone who had purchased my book from iTunes but was having trouble viewing it on her personal computer. I replied with instructions to download an eBook reader such as Adobe Digital Editions.
In response to my email, after first thanking me for solving her issue, it truly was humbling
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Writing lately has been painful - too much a chore... It just hasn't been as enjoyable as it used to be.
So I can't help trying to think back to the times when writing was effortless... There must be a significant element I am currently missing. What exactly did I write about back then? Why was I motivated to write? Why did I feel a burning desire to write? What is the problem now?
(Sigh) Perhaps I'll try sleep on it...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The funny thing about this past week is - since that moment I found myself beginning to think about those times, it's as if my thoughts have drawn in people and things that "take me back" even further to that period in my life.
For instance, just yesterday, while hanging out with a group of friends, somehow we began talking about the music we loved "back in the days"
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Let us examine this piece of jewellery I came across just moments earlier.
At first sight, my initial thought was: "Wow, how funky is my friend to have chosen such a unique item for an accessory."
So you can just imagine my surprise to suddenly hear our mutual friend, who was sitting between us when she noticed the ring for the first time, suddenly exclaim
The depth of my joys and sorrows
When others see my deceiving faces
Only she and God hear of my hidden truths
She beckons me to offload my burdens
But lets me be when she knows the strain
Knows the struggle to form the words
To move the lips while the eyes shut in the rain
She is considerate, she is patient
She knows the grievances of my heart
So light is the feeling after she takes my stresses
And turns them into a work of art
Because she is my words that gush forth
In songs and passages and poetry
She is my otherwise silent friend
Who now waits dormant once again.
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
Yet is seldom given
It has no pricetag
But it has a price
Yet it is priceless
We have plenty of it
Yet we have none
Or rather, we find comfort in telling ourselves that it has its own spirit that cannot be tamed
Yet it very gladly gives in to us when with conviction, we clutch its reigns
We celebrate its progress
Yet we mourn its inevitable end
It is our enemy
It is our friend
It is found between these letters, these words, these stanzas
Between each thought that formed these lines
Found in every day, hour that passes
Yes - it is the falling sands of Time.
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Monday, January 2, 2012
But since that fateful year of 2007, (I suppose because of the significant events of that year), suddenly the burning desire and 'need' to write just disappeared. And it just hasn't been the same since these past 4 years...
Nonetheless, instead of just sitting around as I have been, just thinking about how much I wish that damned disease of "Writer's Block" would just leave my system already, my intention for this new year of 2012 is