when muallaf begins

in true cinematic ambience

without so much

of an applausable audience

octopussy came alive

when muallaf begins

its lovely

i know now

my two lenses can work separately..

i was cheeky

i came out smiley

not knowing

what the show was all about

but it was memorable

truly enjoyable hehe..

and the meal

was truly memorable

what a day!

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suspicious mind

I know

that what overcame me

was utterly destructive

and unnecessary

over a contemplative morning

.

I needed to work on

my emotions

that caved in to fiery anxiousness

and a suspicious mind

in the forgettable night

.

I know i shouldn’t have

I thought you needed to know

that behind all these

is a guy who adores you

and loves you

immeasurably deep

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the hunter part 2

In his last bid to free himself from  the merciless  quicksand,

the  hunter  inches himself closer to that small vine  besides

the  pit.  As he  gripped that  little stem firmly and hung  on to

it  with  his   last  ounce   of  strength,  he  was   amazed  and

impressed  with  how  that  blooming  vine  took  grip  of  that

soil.  He expected it to give way and be uprooted  like  all  the

others, but no!  it  stood there  firmly, as  if  to  tell  him  never

to give up. On his sweat drenched face, the hunter managed

a grin.  He smiled  a little smile as he pulled himself up. The

hunter knew that he was finally released from that hell  hole.

He knew that he would finally be going home..

Escaping  from  that  leacherous slimy body that coiled  him,

nearly crushing him to amorphousness,   the  hunter  rested

on  that patch of  jungle clearing besides the vine.  Spent, he

lay faced down. Unknowingly, he dozes off..

In  his dream,  he  felt  warmth  radiating  from a light source

above.  He  saw  a vision of  that blooming vine transforming

itself into a faintly figure of a  woman he  never knew existed.

In that dream, he found himself lifted up towards that  faintly

figure-  and  that  image fluttered in  front of him and handed

him her heart. He noticed  how delicately perfect  her fingers

were.  He noticed  those  beautifully  carved  cheeks and  her

happy iridescent gaze.  The  hunter grinned again. This time,

he   understood  that  he  was   actually   home.  The   hunter

accepted her heart..

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a christmas bouquet

today I sent you a bouquet

a bouquet unlike other bouquets

a bouquet that accounts for the special relationship

I have with you

a bouquet that blooms in your heart

but not your palm

a bouquet that does not wilt

but remains eternal

its a bouquet of poems

with each petal rhyming a special meaning

of its own

just for you

poems that pour out in spontaniety

poems not from a poet

but poems that accounts for all the special moments

we had together

though brief

this

is the christmas bouquet I have for you

etched in words

lost in cyberspace

it is here when

love began to bloom

and where we found magic

and so

I pledge this bouquet just for you

a bouquet that will forever remain..

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baby level

I have never looked at myself

the way you looked at me

.

when I reminisce

I cannot recall who I was before

subdue sets in a long time ago

I was dimmed in twilight

until our eyes met

.

with tearful glitter

you have brought joy to the unheard

you held onto me and led me to prostrate

at baby level

I was blinded by the change

.

but then

I see you in my eyes

& managed to peek

at the world

living in your irises

&

quietly I let you

.

I cannot recall who I was before

until the day our eyes met..

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let our dreams be

let our dreams be

the foundation of our dedication

let it spread its wings

through haunts and delights

let it flourish through

our hopes and our minds creation

& let it float

through the cascades and draperies

.

be our promise and

start of our new chapter

be our steps that

makes countless imprints in the sand

be our breath

when the winds blow

and linger with us

till we are fully realised

till our dreams no longer float on uncertainty

but quiver and vibrate

into lovely melodies

as the strings are played on the harp

let our dreams be..

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