Poems and songs that were previously deemed unsuitable for inclusion (Yet later on felt strangely too wrong to be left behind)
THE PERFECT DAY
(The first song I’ve ever created)
The wind comes the wind goes
Silence flying, silence falling
And I keep on listening, to the same old song
Keep on walking, the same old road
I’m tired out
But my spirit burns still
Seems I’ve been through a lot
But I know there’s still more
And this small little town, had lost its charm
But still I know, my day’s still long…
I know that along this road, my success awaits
But my patience always fails me
Yet I try to hold on with this thing called hope
And I think I saw God smiled…
I keep on walking, on the road called time
Keep on walking, walking through this rain
For I’m searching for the perfect day
To find and seek the perfect day
I’m searching for the perfect day
And there will end all my miseries…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
1993
THE WINGED HOPE
(Excerpt from my science fiction trilogy ‘The Green Shadows’)
I stand alone in the wake of the dawn
When the colours start to show
I’m searching the Earth for that blissful smile
Of the Winged Creature Of Hope…
So quiet the land when the birds first sing
As this traveller travels the sky
For the Majesty that He showed to me
Will always be in my heart…
So bold and great the souls divide
It turns all the seas to gold
And under the Hymn Of Every Goodbye
The sun shall kiss the moon…
But as the Rainbow graces the Dawn
The Shadows will kiss the Golden Light
For life begins the moment it ends
As I open the Doors to the Promised Land…
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
1999
THESE LAST FEW DAYS
Once, one glorious dawn
I saw a weather balloon floating aimlessly in the sky
At first I thought it was a spaceship
But then I remembered that I’ve watched too much TV!
It floated slowly above me, going very much eastward
Passing by a few stars still struggling to glow, in the almost a broad daylight
And until finally, it disappeared behind the snowflake image of the glowless moon
Leaving me wondering, was it for real, or am I having one of those grand delusions
Again?
Yes, these last few days
The sun seemed to be fuzzy to me
The moon never glowed this strongly before
And the cocks never crowed at 12 a.m. but it did, yesterday!
But then I remembered
That this month happened to be December
A month very different, from all the other months
Because in a few days time, it’s Happy New Year’s day!
(Heh heh, corny isn’t it?)
But also in these last few days, are the times for us to pray and prepare
For the coming of the New Year does not come everyday, okay!
And with each coming New Year brings new challenges for us all
So hey, your resolution page is still empty my friend!
These last few days, albeit a ditto externally, to all the other days of the year
Would be enough to tell the world
That even with all of us together, could not even hope to compare
To that which God had already had in store for us
So have a good life my friends, ‘cos that’s all that we can do right now…
(The first song I’ve ever created)
The wind comes the wind goes
Silence flying, silence falling
And I keep on listening, to the same old song
Keep on walking, the same old road
I’m tired out
But my spirit burns still
Seems I’ve been through a lot
But I know there’s still more
And this small little town, had lost its charm
But still I know, my day’s still long…
I know that along this road, my success awaits
But my patience always fails me
Yet I try to hold on with this thing called hope
And I think I saw God smiled…
I keep on walking, on the road called time
Keep on walking, walking through this rain
For I’m searching for the perfect day
To find and seek the perfect day
I’m searching for the perfect day
And there will end all my miseries…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
1993
THE WINGED HOPE
(Excerpt from my science fiction trilogy ‘The Green Shadows’)
I stand alone in the wake of the dawn
When the colours start to show
I’m searching the Earth for that blissful smile
Of the Winged Creature Of Hope…
So quiet the land when the birds first sing
As this traveller travels the sky
For the Majesty that He showed to me
Will always be in my heart…
So bold and great the souls divide
It turns all the seas to gold
And under the Hymn Of Every Goodbye
The sun shall kiss the moon…
But as the Rainbow graces the Dawn
The Shadows will kiss the Golden Light
For life begins the moment it ends
As I open the Doors to the Promised Land…
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
1999
THESE LAST FEW DAYS
Once, one glorious dawn
I saw a weather balloon floating aimlessly in the sky
At first I thought it was a spaceship
But then I remembered that I’ve watched too much TV!
It floated slowly above me, going very much eastward
Passing by a few stars still struggling to glow, in the almost a broad daylight
And until finally, it disappeared behind the snowflake image of the glowless moon
Leaving me wondering, was it for real, or am I having one of those grand delusions
Again?
Yes, these last few days
The sun seemed to be fuzzy to me
The moon never glowed this strongly before
And the cocks never crowed at 12 a.m. but it did, yesterday!
But then I remembered
That this month happened to be December
A month very different, from all the other months
Because in a few days time, it’s Happy New Year’s day!
(Heh heh, corny isn’t it?)
But also in these last few days, are the times for us to pray and prepare
For the coming of the New Year does not come everyday, okay!
And with each coming New Year brings new challenges for us all
So hey, your resolution page is still empty my friend!
These last few days, albeit a ditto externally, to all the other days of the year
Would be enough to tell the world
That even with all of us together, could not even hope to compare
To that which God had already had in store for us
So have a good life my friends, ‘cos that’s all that we can do right now…
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
1996
THE CROSSROAD IN LIFE
Here I am now standing
Standing on the hill of a thousand roses
Watching as time flew past me like birds
Flying in formations over the crossroad in life
I couldn’t see it at first, because before I was still asleep,
Under the sound of the harp
But now I realised, and had awakened to the fact
That I’ll be making a very big decision
On this fateful day
So help me God, please!
The crossroad that I must pass, seems so simple at first
But the places that these roads will take me
Are still a bit fuzzy and hazy!
I fear that I will be making yet another wrong turn
What if I can’t find my way out?
What if I can’t go back to the starting point?
Oh these questions are circling me head,
Somebody please get rid of them!
I remember then, about my past life
About all the failures that I’ve been through
And also the tastes of minor successes
That came and went throughout my life,
Leaving nothing but memory
But a voice inside of me, never let me went astray from reality
And there are a lot of things to do and undo back home
Both in my heart and mind
So wait for me, O crossroad in life!
I must clean my house first before I’m ready to face you!
SAIF MINTAKA
SMST
1994
FRIENDSHIP
I remembered
When the sky was in a shade of vermilion
Of a friend I used to know
Who gave me a priceless jewel
But then, as time went by
We’ve gone our separate ways
To pursue our dreams, never to turn back
And now, here I am standing
In the junction of life
Recalling the past, found it again
The jewel that we shared
And the memories returned
Telling everything, every moment from that past
But then, they are just memories
Nothing more that can be done
For soon after that, I continued my journey
Passing the days through just like before
To find the meanings of life
At the moment of dusk…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
SDAD
1993
MIKRA’S MANIFESTATION
(An excerpt from my still unfinished science fiction book
ANDROMEDA: THE SIGN OF MIKRA, circa 1993)
A morning dust
The time stood still
Fleshing out the weeds, the twinning had ended
Faking a steaming rock, a warrior muttered his fate
The mirror shall break the darkness
The muses of the hour will show the way
From the black mountain of fear, to the pale blue sky
And ended ye shall, near the sleeping child…
MY LAST POEM
(An epitaph to be carved upon my tombstone?)
My last poem…
Such a corny title
Such a banal remark to this life of mine
But, feasible for now, or so it seems
I don’t know whether this is really the end or otherwise
Is this where I draw the line before my entire search for Life
And all of its meanings?
Or maybe it continues on and on, long after I’ve stopped breathing?
I don’t know, I just don’t know!
Well, those questions are over now, gone and unanswered
And it seems that I’ve been writing my whole desires on windy sand dunes
All these while
Writing but only to rewrite it again and again
With no one to stop me, and no one to mourn me…
Yes, it’s been so long since I’ve last tasted satisfaction
Now all that I got was just a load of hot sandy winds, dry and gritty
Maybe, it was planned for me, or worst, destined for me!
I don’t know, it’s been so long since I ever got used to feeling
Expectations, for they’re all bullshit now!
Indeed someone had said that you’d know it’s over
When the wishful dreamer had gone back home
The industrious worker had reached his five o’clock
While the teacher is still at work, even during the holidays
But that leaves me where then, after all these years of living
And enjoying my life?
I still feel like I’m at the point of where I started!
Then suddenly, the silence fell again, I don’t know for how long this time
And I don’t know why
But at least I can still smile, albeit for one last time
For it seemed that each time the darkness and the gloom tried to greet me
The sky was vermilion again, and how I thanked God for that!
But it also showed me, that my final day is near
The day I said my goodbye, to seal all of my good-byes
Towards friends I never knew ever existed on this earth
All to whom that still remembers me, my name
And to all those who are reading this poem right now…
So let this be my last poem on this miserable Earth
My last mindless scribble in the paper of sand
The last nostalgic melody, that tells me
That at last I’ve reached the moment of dusk that I so badly craved
The dusk, that follows the dawn, no more…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
1996
KL
1996
THE CROSSROAD IN LIFE
Here I am now standing
Standing on the hill of a thousand roses
Watching as time flew past me like birds
Flying in formations over the crossroad in life
I couldn’t see it at first, because before I was still asleep,
Under the sound of the harp
But now I realised, and had awakened to the fact
That I’ll be making a very big decision
On this fateful day
So help me God, please!
The crossroad that I must pass, seems so simple at first
But the places that these roads will take me
Are still a bit fuzzy and hazy!
I fear that I will be making yet another wrong turn
What if I can’t find my way out?
What if I can’t go back to the starting point?
Oh these questions are circling me head,
Somebody please get rid of them!
I remember then, about my past life
About all the failures that I’ve been through
And also the tastes of minor successes
That came and went throughout my life,
Leaving nothing but memory
But a voice inside of me, never let me went astray from reality
And there are a lot of things to do and undo back home
Both in my heart and mind
So wait for me, O crossroad in life!
I must clean my house first before I’m ready to face you!
SAIF MINTAKA
SMST
1994
FRIENDSHIP
I remembered
When the sky was in a shade of vermilion
Of a friend I used to know
Who gave me a priceless jewel
But then, as time went by
We’ve gone our separate ways
To pursue our dreams, never to turn back
And now, here I am standing
In the junction of life
Recalling the past, found it again
The jewel that we shared
And the memories returned
Telling everything, every moment from that past
But then, they are just memories
Nothing more that can be done
For soon after that, I continued my journey
Passing the days through just like before
To find the meanings of life
At the moment of dusk…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
SDAD
1993
MIKRA’S MANIFESTATION
(An excerpt from my still unfinished science fiction book
ANDROMEDA: THE SIGN OF MIKRA, circa 1993)
A morning dust
The time stood still
Fleshing out the weeds, the twinning had ended
Faking a steaming rock, a warrior muttered his fate
The mirror shall break the darkness
The muses of the hour will show the way
From the black mountain of fear, to the pale blue sky
And ended ye shall, near the sleeping child…
MY LAST POEM
(An epitaph to be carved upon my tombstone?)
My last poem…
Such a corny title
Such a banal remark to this life of mine
But, feasible for now, or so it seems
I don’t know whether this is really the end or otherwise
Is this where I draw the line before my entire search for Life
And all of its meanings?
Or maybe it continues on and on, long after I’ve stopped breathing?
I don’t know, I just don’t know!
Well, those questions are over now, gone and unanswered
And it seems that I’ve been writing my whole desires on windy sand dunes
All these while
Writing but only to rewrite it again and again
With no one to stop me, and no one to mourn me…
Yes, it’s been so long since I’ve last tasted satisfaction
Now all that I got was just a load of hot sandy winds, dry and gritty
Maybe, it was planned for me, or worst, destined for me!
I don’t know, it’s been so long since I ever got used to feeling
Expectations, for they’re all bullshit now!
Indeed someone had said that you’d know it’s over
When the wishful dreamer had gone back home
The industrious worker had reached his five o’clock
While the teacher is still at work, even during the holidays
But that leaves me where then, after all these years of living
And enjoying my life?
I still feel like I’m at the point of where I started!
Then suddenly, the silence fell again, I don’t know for how long this time
And I don’t know why
But at least I can still smile, albeit for one last time
For it seemed that each time the darkness and the gloom tried to greet me
The sky was vermilion again, and how I thanked God for that!
But it also showed me, that my final day is near
The day I said my goodbye, to seal all of my good-byes
Towards friends I never knew ever existed on this earth
All to whom that still remembers me, my name
And to all those who are reading this poem right now…
So let this be my last poem on this miserable Earth
My last mindless scribble in the paper of sand
The last nostalgic melody, that tells me
That at last I’ve reached the moment of dusk that I so badly craved
The dusk, that follows the dawn, no more…
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
1996
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