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 photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since … Continue reading That life is wretched and rough?

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 plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com … Continue reading Night’s Silence, carelessly stacked to one side

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, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, In this life time or the next, I shall turn … Continue reading The Forgotten ~ Eyes staring into Nothingness [poem]

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 addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations … Continue reading To my heart, Truth to Everything and Nothing [Poem]

We are Thai. #ThailandOnly

วันนี้อ่านบทความออนไลน์ชื่อ′ความเป็นไทย+ความเป็นคน′ โดย เกษียร เตชะพีระ หนังสือพิมพ์มติชนรายวัน ฉบับประจำวันที่ 3 กุมภาพันธ์ 2555 แล้วประทับใจบทกวีเก่า ขอคัดลอกบทกวีเหล่านั้น มาไว้เพื่ออ่านย้อนรำลึกเองอีกครั้งค่ะ Continue reading “We are Thai. #ThailandOnly”

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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 marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums … Continue reading Like sitting on top of the world

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, the pavements are crossed with tall grass; In shadowed galleries, the pictures are patched with … Continue reading An ancient abandoned temple hides a mystery

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 our thumbs. A cycle that leads to nowhere. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain … Continue reading Nature dictates the pace of society, with little success