Moui.Net – Written from the Heart
Time is so long, Life is so short
Time. I feel life seeping out from hunger, from that dreaded cold we find in humanity. Left behind, we are running out of time. Society cannot help itself, nor does the cosmos demand such. Last night, as I slumped into the shadow reality, I saw the contradiction of civilized behavior. We claim to know much, […]
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 a upon a time” as […]
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 the chest of mankind. […]
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, […]
They first came for the Catholics, but I was a Protestant, so did nothing. Then they came for the Communists, but I wasn’t a communist, so I did nothing. Then they came for the trade unionists, but I wasn’t a trade unionist, so I did nothing. Then they came for the Jews, but I wasn’t […]
We fight, We shout, We hurt, We cry, But despite it all, With all our imperfections and weaknesses, We miss each other, we need one another, we love each other, Beyond words, We appreciate the friendship, Forever my love. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised […]
Standing at the edge of the city, surrounded by the twisted buildings, grey from the ever-constant smog, suffocating the life out of remaining surviving trees, and watching helplessly at the sight of utter misery dwelling of poverty; Poverty has name, a cruel almost indescribable brand, the word that people dare not speak of, a word darkened by […]
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