Moui.Net – Written from the Heart
Time is so long, Life is so short
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
To see into your eyes is to see the depth of the cosmos; to your words, to hear the laughter, and the limitless joy. They are more than simply the embodiment of our emotions –> they are the universe itself. — ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to […]
Towering heights of Kuala Lumpur, majestic, soar unsteadily like flagpoles, precipitous and sheer. Old feet, deserve the pavements. — A walk to the Orang Asli village ~ Like being embraced by time, bountiful, and by the merciful nature, protectively. — I view this realm, this world, with scepticism, how the wonders feed me too much, […]
Comforting sight, those angry clouds above. Continuous rumbling of thunder, vicious and gracefully brutal, accompanied by the sudden whiplash, the kiss of the wild wind. Such a day, waiting impatiently for this moment, it promises a cleansing, and its worth the wait. Smile, a tired crooked smile, is what I can offer the menacing sky. […]
Divinity dwells there, whose frost-flesh and skin resemble snow, delicate and soft like the skin of an infant; they consume the thoughts of others, they suck the bravery of their foes and drink the morning dew from Nature; they mount on vapours and clouds and fiercely drive the Storm, thus they rove beyond the sea, […]
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