Tehsarbat

I finally understand art, I think. Art is once defined as not having any other purpose other than itself, art is a piece of reflection a mirror in which the observer sees himself in. What a person sees in a painting or a sculpture, the opinions he has of it speaks more about him than the artist. The artist may not have a deeper insight into his works, maybe it's just is a beautiful painting of a flower, maybe Poe really had a rave knocking by his window in a dark stormy night whilst he was trying to get some sleep. I am not denying that the art may have wanted to convey a thought, an emotion or an expression, its just that things get mixed up

I don't want to do this any more I don't want to live a lie living life shrouded in grief denying my soul with every moment passing by. This is I, a man not beyond my means, I know the earth i walk on, I know the sky that rains on me. I crave a simple life, I want to die just a name on a stone, And time forgets me. I am done pretending, to be greater than I am. When they say you are the future You are the change, I'm not, let me live a life, let me see the sun let me see the moon. This is I, a man not beyond my means. I feel warm when I see, friends chatting. It is enough for me, to have someone beside me, even if no word between us. This is

Ingredients, (To be blended) Onions/shallots Garlic Bird's eye chili Ginger Blue ginger-optional Cumin powder Corriander powder Tumeric powder Dark soy sauce Oyster sauce-optional Lemongrass These are to be blend into a paste Coconut cream/milk Grind/minced beef Potato cubed Peas Carrot choopped small Instructions 1-heat oil on pan on med 2-add in paste and sautee untill fragrant and the colour starts to turn 3-add beef, potato and carrot 4-add coconut milk and some water 5-turn to low and let simmer

These streets that you used to walk on, These shops that you used to go to, The buses you used to take. Will I be able to stay here, When you're gone? Will I be able to hold my tears? Or will I collapse to tears? When you're I gone, I know my tears will fall, the first time in years, it will fall. When you're gone, will I be able to live? or will I see you, in every shadow, or will I hear you, when the gentle wind blows. Will I be able to live, will my tears ever stop? will the mourning truly end? or will I sit every night, staring at the sky, with tears streaming? When you're gone, I don't know, what will become of me. My heart shudders at t

Hembusan bayu meniti awan, Titisan embun menyapa pagi, Mana hati tidak tertawan, Melihat senyuman catik berseri. Anak bulan di balik bayangan, Jauh di kayangan terselindung malu, Kalau burung masih berterbangan, Lada jangan dipipiskan dahulu. Dalam kuali bawang ditumiskan, Letakkan cengkih bila dah naik bau, Bukan lada hendak hamba pipiskan, Tetapi menaruh nasib, manalah tau. Dalam guni ada batu, Batu datang dari seberang, Hei lelaki tak malu, Jangan nak mengatal bini orang. Tumbang bukan sebarang tumbang, Tumbang jatuh ditetak kapak, Abang jangan marah abang, Saya ingatkan tadi bapak.

Today, The crickets are very loud today. This house, Was supposed to be a new begining, A new page For them, yes. For me, it began to go bleak. As if the walls were crumbling And nowhere for me to go. Shall I stay? A voice tells me to wait, Things might change, The voice, Giving hope to a wet lamp. O friend,  my only friend Where are you. I ran to the house of God I seek shelter, There I was safe, secured When I was hungry, There was food, When I was thirsty, There was water, When I was lonely, There were people. I was happy, I was normal. But even sometimes, The demons of this treasured house, They whispered. Have I thought about death? Yes

His head tilted back, he looked up. His eyes staring into what was above him.His pupils dilated ever so often, ever so slightly .His mind trying to comprehend the information it is receiving. His mouth agape, silent not a single word uttered, only the sound of heavy breathing accompanied by the warm vapour of exhaled air. His face reflected the colours of what he saw. His feet had taken root into the ground he stood on. Cold sweats trickled down his temple, like morning dew on a leaf greeting the sun, the coming of day. His body now trembling, overwhelmed by the shear intensity of revelation, his knees buckled, weak not able to carry the weig

I am what I am, but the me today, is not the one from yesterday. I remain, me.