Poem for a mother's funeral..

My dad this afternoon called me and asked me to write something for his sister to read on my dad's behalf during my grandma's funeral.. Unfortunately, we could not attend the funeral cause it's in Canada.. So this I wrote on my dad's behalf.. Hope it's meaningful to some of you out there who have lost their mothers..

No other love had greater devotion,

No other love had portrayed greater joy,

No other love had dealt with more pain and sorrow,

And no other love is purer and gentler,

Yet so strong and fierce in its divinity.

No other love was greater than your love mum.

I know tomorrow will not see your love wither,

Nor will tomorrow see memories of you die.

For death cannot destroy your image,

Nor can it kill all those precious memories you and I made.

Mum,

My tears are not wept for your death,

But because I was so blessed to be mothered by you.

No thank you can ever repay what you have given me.

And I can’t express how disheartening it is,

To not be by your deathbed,

To be unable to attend your funeral,

To be not given the moment to bid you my final goodbye.

 But I still thank God,

For one last time he gave me the chance.

The opportunity to speak to you.

To say what my heart intends to let out.

Although it may seemed cruel that in reality,

You were unable to even whisper me an answer,

But my heart knows you listened and you answered in your own special way.

Mummy,

All these years being away from you,

Did not hinder my love to continue to grow and flourish.

You were always in my heart.

I poured your love in me to my family,

To ensure that you still live on,

In the hearts of my family too.

Never have we forgotten you in our prayers,

And we will not cease to do so.

Mum,

You will always live in my heart.

May your soul rest in peace,

And may your spirit continue to grow,

In those whom you love,

And in those who loved you.

My hope is mum,

That you forgave me for all my wrongdoings,

For not holding your hands in your final moment,

For my stubbornness and rebelliousness during my childhood,

And even at some point in my adulthood.

A hurt mother can really bring a grown man down.

This is not my final goodbye,

My message is not about eternal departure.

But to share with you how wonderful was you mum.

Mum,

Wherever you are,

I know you’re in sheer comfort.

I want you to remember,

That I will always love you..

Audible knocks.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Hello. Anyone there?

I opened the door,

And saw my mother smiling.

It's no wonder she stood quiet,

Because a knock tells me that,

I'm not alone.

Why go against the usual?

The mind catches what the eyes see,

Yet comprehending to what laid upon our sight is not easy,

For the illusion of our mind twirls the fabric of facts,

That made us question on how true is life?

We march forward yet our pasts shape our present,

Would not history to sew our future together?

I contemplate on the meaning on what it means to be golden,

To shine like the glistering rays of the heaven,

Where all be astounded by its sheer beauty,

But could never actually keep the light in their pockets.

How saddened am I by the poignant truth,

That we disguise ourselves to impress,

That it's been the tradition to lie so as to awe others,

And unfortunately I'm tied down to this trend,

For being different means we are outcasts.

It'll be the same again.. (Poem)

Bruised, battered and diseased by ominous plague,

I was bludgeoned using the forte of the sword,

And my body was left sprawling in defeat,

Where passerby looked on with utter disgust.

 

 

Gone..

Turning the peg to lower the tension,

So the wave propagated may be of utter melancholy,

To vibrate the air with an intention,

That the sound is meant to be heard by only me.

I feel perturbed by playing these games,

Not because of lost or have I ended a draw,

But when I drew the outlines of my blames,

Those around would flee in distinguished awe.

I expected something of no possibilities,

It's funny I succumb to this asinine certitude,

Why did I choose her to accept my pities?

Maybe the world has crushed my fortitude.

Shower me with your majestic brilliance.. Only then will I turn back..

Today..

I loaned from the ghost with no collateral,
At least that's the impression 'it' gave me,
Before my superior desecrated my stalwart trust!
Flipped through the cells that's gullible a while,
In laying the cards and gave a good poker face.
Yet, who is it I'm deceiving?
The man in the mirror or my superior?
The commenced is like water under the bridge.
But even the marine creatures survived better,
And probably skipped through frivolous questions,
That impedes me from clambering this hill.
And again Mr.Shaw proved to be my form of justice,
Cause I've never learnt from the other side of the hourglass.
It was nihilty that appeared on the pages,
Grimaces of beasts that devoured not only my health,
But my fortitude as well.
And so, on muddy waters shall sink my foot into,
Cause pressure is inversely proportional to area,
I diminished myself just to hide from the outside.
Oh why do I cry out with long injustice words?

Did I not say hello to you? Oh wait.
You raised that wall.
Thus, I speak not only for myself, but just to myself as well.

Exactly like how you wanted..

Will we breath through the next sundown?

Another tomorrow I don't hope to witness,
Hands cling together, trusting it won't come,
Nor wanting it to succumb to time,
How I wish the day would just be numb.

Today's a gift so I shall begin to cherish,
Future's a mystery now isn't that foolish?
Why would we pray for a better tomorrow,
When all we receive is another sorrow?

Thus I shall call upon the help of the Almighty,
To hear my cry and my mournful plea,
Please end this poignant madness if you care!
Or could the witch help set my soul free?

*silence*

The nefarious laughter pierced through my senses,
As my body trembled and boiled around the torridness.
Upon my sight stood a dark beast in a black robe,
Holding a scythe that seems to imbibe me to his darkness.

I caught its gaze that soon ignited a thought in mind,
That all around me was the fire of affliction,
With painful cries devoured by blazing eternal fire,
Is this a dream or a revelation?

Then the beast in the black robe,
Portrayed it's horrid face to me like a blunt arrow,
And whispered in a voice that shattered all luminaries,
"Welcome my child. Here, there's no tomorrow"

It's difficult to know what's different..

What's it to you,

When someone says she's at a distance?

Can you touch her?

Can you sense her distinctive scent?

Can you hear her breathe?

Can you even see her?

Catch a glimpse of her shadow? Silhouette maybe?

Or do you just feel her heartbeat in yours?

If that is "a distance",

So they say,

Then we're not so far apart after all..

Oh, there you are...

What we have on our wrists is not really ours..

Climbing down the ladder is not what they do,

Nor will them inject humility in their vessels,

For they are up high above my tiny soul,

All I could do is listen to their trembling roars.

No. It's preposterous for them to be on par,

With beings like me who seem to have no sense of life,

Just a dust under the table, a bone in a fish,

I'll be wiped cause all I do is choke their breath.

Am I that defiled? Need I live in destitute?

I was clambering to seek pardon from them,

But I was tossed with a coin that has no sides,

And instructed to decide on a game chance.

Yes, I was raised..

Yes, I was taught..

Yes, I witnessed the struggle..

Yes, I was provided..

But what was not given is what won't turn back for anyone..

Time...

Unforgettable Alzheimer's..

Flicker, flicker and flicker those lights,

Conjunctively similar to the strobing hopes I held,

In the one whom I've fallen for.

I want to spread my wings and flap,

To shake of the dust of regrets,

To capture better moments to cling to.

When hope shall falter not shall I,

Cause those around me strengthens my barricade,

Of good will and altruism that deserves no human judgement.

How can I express my gratitude I questioned,

Not by actions of the limbs nor words of the mouth,

But all I can do is propogate my heart's gratification.

Thanks, for the memories..

Oh, the wonders..

I grew weary of my conscience,

Deceived by my ingenuity,

I shall not beg for nonsense,

For I'm shrouded with iniquities..

Yet her eyes still displayed,

The stone she carved,

With the words written,

So pure,

So gentle,

But it's all a breeze now..

Melody tunes the air..

Mother nature stirred a rush of debilitating wave,

All boisterous occasions contracted itself,

Almost to nulling into the abyss,

Imbibing all jubilant hearts along.

But a melody filled the air,

Though not to a level of expectancy,

It somehow vacuumed the torridness,

And clothed a smile in the air.

It made it a little clearer,

That many times in life,

We forgot the pleasures we ought to experience..

The sun shone brighter and it seemed cooler just then..

It was a false hope..

Only the affliction bore was for a moment,

At present all had change for I utter,

When I propogate my problems,

All she does is just mutter.

Though this I feel sorrow,

Like gravity tugging me down,

She still didn't reach out,

And left me searching for her crown..

It's not that simple..

All my gears are worked up,

Agitating me,

Feeling perturbed and dumbfounded,

Cause this frivolous task I have done,

Without much concern the pages are folded.

They say the night is young,

But my spirit is aging,

It falls along with grains of time,

Onto my bed of which I'm lying..

Tomorrow's a another day..

It's just what we have to go through..

I sit here in this abject room,

And watched my statistical deduction.

All burst of cacophonies died down,

When the atmosphere too was killed.

The light dimmed, yet enough for us to listen.

The heatwave discharge by the bodies,

By those who by now are now wilting.

It was and is only by will,

To stay upright and focused.

Still the mind decided to sway into euphoria.

But the room's too abject.

The ambiance is too pathetic.

So here I choose to write,

The disappointment of heart..

It's just too dull and hot..

Bedtime thinking..

The spirit of the heavens had died down,

Leaving the pastures in obscurity.

So in this night I lay my body,

On my bed,

With my mind playing the reminisces,

Of what our path had converged to.

It does pull the corner of my lips,

Not downwards, but upwards.

Cause all these images are so enlightening,

For it gives me a reason,

To get up and smile the next day..

Goodnight..

Who to be weighed down?

Be quick now!

Flee!

The sun dropped it's illumination in front of me,

And made myself eminent,

Among my disciples who are eager,

Enthusiastic in executing their objective,

Which is rather asinine.

It was an idea born in the minds,

Of those who rejected reasoning.

For they chose to only,

Satisfy their own thoughtless judgments.

Who shall bear the weight of their mistakes,

If not the inferior?

The next sunrise I shall see,

Not the light I hoped,

But the darkness bestowed,

Upon my so called misdemeanor.

The truth shall set you free...

What's the best?

Debilitated, all energy siphoned,

Into a river of which lies no barrier,

Cause it's cycle where it'll return.

Why our commander changed the outpost,

To evade from the enemy from the east,

Who's plan are formidable to foes of all.

For life is not about changes,

We are never truly susceptible,

Nor are we genuinely volatile,

To what cloaks over us.

We make ourselves believe that change,

Is often for the better,

Yet friendship has taught me that,

What's different is only gratifying for one,

And for that,

We have ourselves to blame.

I was never alone for without you am I with you..

A breeze whistles in the air,

Whispers a chill dat ignited my memory.

When I walked in the forest,

Created by the chants of mother nature

I recall all times when you and I

Climbed the ladder to meet the angel

That once brought us together

Whenever the moon was oblique

I wailed, I cried but none listened

For I was shoruded by the darkness

That's slowly imbibing my soul

Into oblivion where you once told me,

That my forefathers went and never come back.

For I ran and the sky cracked a drop

Of light that teared my eye,

For I no longer need to hide myself,

From the wretched world I had left behind.

Follow me, Rex..

Wipe away not the tears, but the eye wax. You're faking to be blind.

have a go after long abstinence from poetry. Here it goes :

Oh heart of madness shall I persevere,

So as to able myself observe the other side,

But the fire was doused before it succumbed,

To the treacherous wind so fierce.

Audible is my little thoughts,

So to my peers who realised,

That life is too simple to understand, and just by

Concluding with intricate decision making.

That's who we are actually,

Feeling superior by attaining advance intellect,

When the society lies and spit in your face,

But we're shrouded by a translucent barricade,

That seeks to impede only reality.

Thus,

We live in our idealistic world.

Peace out and goodnight.