Thursday, May 31, 2007

A Friend

She does accept the way I am
And comprehend the grasps of my hands
She knows why I say the things I say
And understands why I feel that way

She is whom I share my laughter with
And rejoice in the successes I breathe
She could sense the flutter deep in me
And cares for me when there’s no need to be

She puts my troubled heart at ease
In dire moments she is still my bliss
She’s always there at a moment’s thought
And comforts me when I am distraught

She seems to understand my inner will
And hears the whispers when my lips are still
She understands when I need to be understood
And appreciates all the little things I do

A friend is what I have found in you
Who was always there when I was in need of you
Who has shared my every laughter and tear
And surely a friend I will miss you my dear

Written by Asrul Zamani

Monday, May 21, 2007

First Light

The first light throws the stillness of the night at dawn
People lie in bed in blankets adorned
When the muezzin calls the faithful to prayer
Others wrapped in dreams that their soul desire

The sun rises from the east today
And would surely set in the west they say
Everytime we rise in the morning’s glorious rays
Praise us not the One who’d given us this magnificent day?

When the sun is at an elbow’s length
We strive a life with resurrected strength
When tomorrow comes, do we recall this very day ?
Or do we contemplate what happened yesterday ?

This morning I say “this life must be real”
In the evening I say “could this all be unreal”
What benefit do we get from existence and being ?
When life’s a collection of memories we sing

In the night the stars unfold a thousand dreams
When the light of today has finally dimmed
This life is none but a twinkling of an eye
What then will unfold when we are made to die ?

Some people say “there’s no life after death”
Some people say “you’ll rise and take your first breath”
Do we see not death every time we sleep ?
Do we not resurrect, when morning leaps ?

These are the mysteries of life we share
Ruminating in thought as their faces we stare
Do we grasp the Truth when the light finally comes
Do we blindly dismiss as if deaf and dumb ?

Written by Asrul Zamani