The memories and the misery

I remember, not that I can resist the onslaught of memories, a time when life was different. I lived this episode of my life, for 13 odd years, so vastly different from now.  Memories, clashing upon each other, bringing about an explosion of joy and the whirlwind of pain. “Once […]

Behind the Torment

Hitherto your eyes haven soften and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth; the sorrow, the pain, the misery. If these so much torment you, beyond belief, what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things of joy hiding in […]

That life is wretched and rough?

I ask no more from mortals Than your beautiful face implies, The beauty the artist beholding Interprets and sanctifies. Who says that men have fallen, That life is wretched and rough? I say, the world is lovely, And that loveliness is enough. ~ Robert Williams Buchanan ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and […]

Night’s Silence, carelessly stacked to one side

I seek the night’s embrace, The deathly silence, No birds, no humans ~ only the swaying leaves to the wind. I need the comforting darkness. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from […]

The Forgotten ~ Eyes staring into Nothingness [poem]

Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, […]

To my heart, Truth to Everything and Nothing [Poem]

I seek the truth to everything, I sense the desire of civilisation, ~ blind that we are; Clouds boil, the sky closes over, heaven flashes with fury, Then I see nothing. ~ Dedicated to my heart, and eternity. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable […]

We are Thai. #ThailandOnly

วันนี้อ่านบทความออนไลน์ชื่อ′ความเป็นไทย+ความเป็นคน′ โดย เกษียร เตชะพีระ หนังสือพิมพ์มติชนรายวัน ฉบับประจำวันที่ 3 กุมภาพันธ์ 2555 แล้วประทับใจบทกวีเก่า ขอคัดลอกบทกวีเหล่านั้น มาไว้เพื่ออ่านย้อนรำลึกเองอีกครั้งค่ะ MouiI'm not Geek, just a Thai internet addicted gal. Love to be surrounded by good heart people. Follow me on twitter : @moui or Facebook : PoomjitSMore Posts - Website Follow Me:

Like sitting on top of the world

Dead, they become the dust of the slums; Alive, they are the embodiment of their cities; Rushing across, frantic, limbs waving, they scream to the heavens… Seeking what should not be, to be. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping […]

An ancient abandoned temple hides a mystery

By the tall trees – a shattered temple from an earlier rule; No monks are there – the cold wall stands oddly. Where the pond shows fair, a dragonfly comes out and suns itself; Where the monstrous tree makes a shade, an hummingbird flies out and around. On ancient flagstones, […]

Nature dictates the pace of society, with little success

Rain falls heavily during this time, reminding me that there is more in Malaysia than the merciless fury of the monsoon season, spiralling debates that threatens political-suicide, and a growing apathy in a stagnant society. Nature, ensures that Malaysians remember this, though after the storm, society swiftly goes back twirling […]