the impact of moonlight

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that night
when the night was silent
when it felt sweet as honey
the moon hung
crawled slowly like turtle
as watching from many angles

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that night
when the night was quiet
when it felt so peaceful
the moon hung
crawled slowly like moths
as creeping  into the mind

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sudden disappeared
hiding behind a cloud
the night seemed darker than usual
while the inner of self could be seen clearly
the blood poisoned by wine
the body overpowered by pleasure
and the soul tainted by sin

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that night
when the moon has been gone
when the night became darker
this abject self was creeping
searching for the antidote
to dissolving the world’s poison

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– mei –

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counting the sins

there is a place that I love to hear its name

known as a wonderful place

and they called it

heaven

and

there is also a place that I often hear its name

known as the hottest place

as they called it

hell

I pondered and ask my self where should I go

whether heaven or hell

I really don’t know

so I think

better to begin counting my sins

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– mei –

returned to dust


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the echo of adzan

 


 the adzan

when it echoed

let it touch the soul

let it flow with blood

and sincerity

run the command

for a moment

leave the poetry of life

that wrapped in residues of sin

of the world’s dirtiness

no reason

for the obligation

its strengthen

the weak ship

with faith

don’t delay

as if  the time

soon stopped

to sail to the horizon

of afterlife

 

Word of the Prophet Muhammad:
“The length of jewelry that would be obtained of a believer on the
Day of Judgment is according to the length of the wet
ablution water body member.”

 


just wishes

I dance while crying in the rain

hoping this faith will no longer tempted

by a momentary lust

 

I dance while crying in the rain

wishing for no more mistakes

caused by worldly vices

 

I dance while crying in the rain

hope that body and soul will cleaned

of disgraceful thoughts and actions

 

when the rain stops

the wishes gone

I did not became clean

even

wallowed in the mud of dilapidation

 

the second chance

at a crossroads
he stood confused
grappling against pleasure and evil
doesn’t know where to go
lost direction led him astray
nobody to ask for
he cried for help
nobody cares
While trying to find the way out
He looks into his self
then realizing
it was wrapped in the mud of sin
the empty soul
cried out in desperation
lament the stigma that tightly binds
For letting him fall into an object
drifting along regrets
when drowning in despair
He suddenly realizes

there are hands lifting him
out of the humiliating body
he just helpless surrender
but  tightly holding
then he grateful
for the second chance given

existency

living day-by-day
between the sweetness and bitterness
singing, laughing and crying
involved in the black and white of life

under the pouring rain wet by sins
wallowing in the mud of pleasure
under the sunlight dried by wildness
to be swallowed and united with contempt

using the leaves of greed
trying to clean up the dirt
then burn all the responsibilities
with the denial twigs as the coal

but the root of firmness still remaining
which wondering if there still a chance
to guard which had been lent
to keep the trust that given

then realized why could only
asking more and more than giving
regret penetrating to the entire chest
wailing in the tears of remorse

through the body and soul
above the mats strewn with flowers of hope
a plea has been sent for Thy forgiveness
kneeling and thankful for Thy love
which has been given for years in life