A mind needs books the way a sword needs a whetstone to keep its edge sharp.....
Starry night, skies so bright,
under smoky haze of silvery gaze,
as the moon pearling the skies with her glittering robe,
stealing a sweet kiss of her beloved,
starry night, skies so bright,
lovers kiss in sweet embrace,
under moonlit, they vow of their love,
as promises written down in stars,
starry night, skies so bright,
shimmering in merry jest,
as romance floats in air,
lovers gaze with hope of love
Early winter breeze saluting the misty frost,
As the showering white rain kiss the earth,
Covering treetops with its gentle embrace,
Softly cascading down on the ground,
The skies are dark and grey in solitary,
In the absence of glowing stars,
In the slumber of the sunlight,
As life takes its winding rotating course
Flowers soon lose the colors,
Leaves turn yellow and gray,
Slowly die away in wintry weather,
Letting the first snow ease their woes,
Replacing green with pure whiteness,
Turning solid materials into glowing crystals,
That shines delicately when the sun steals a kiss,
That freezes any who dare to interrupt the icy joys,
Beautiful, yet formidable
Magnificent, yet silent
Majestic, yet merciless
Such as winter time
Mothers, the perfect creation of of the Divine,
The true brightest jewel ever existed in universe,
Molded from the vital force of life,
Of devotion and love,
The true essence of The Supreme,
Mothers, the benefactors of compassion,
In which they adorn the world with smile and sunshine,
When darkness overwhelm the light,
And hatred invade the heart,
They stand strong and tall as shelters,
Out of their wombs, come life
That they nurture with great care,
Instill the young innocence soul with love,
Protect and shield them from woes and pain,
Within their ocean of affection,
Within their hearts, resides kindness
To fill the days with rainbow lights,
of fairytales and sweet dream nights,
of kisses and hugs to wipe away tears,
of comfort and ease to cast away fears,
Beneath their tenderness, lay hidden hardness,
That gives them strength and courage,
To carry the weight of the world over their shoulders,
When the whole world turn their back in ignorance,
Even endure rejection from their own children,
Mothers, within your tears, you find solace,
Of endurance and patience,
A special privilege of the Holy Grace,
A gift you take pleasure in silence,
The only weakness of your nature,
Mothers, your love is pure and simple,
As beautiful as the sunlight,
Always giving, never taking
Always loving unconditionally and unwavering,
Never falter even in darkest days
Mothers, you are the perfect picture of love,
The most special creation of Divinity,
That keeps inspiring humanity,
Keeping the world in one piece,
As you are true the image of love and sacrifice.
Wiseman foretells a saga in the moonlight,
Under the gaze of curious stars above,
Under the stare of the skies so bright,
Where the night breeze drop for an eavesdrop shot,
To capture a tale that might stir the night,
Disrupting the quiet slumber of the Dark queen within her throne,
He sends tale of the land of spiteful vengeance,
Of place where endless falls,
In secrecy beyond mortal sight,
Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,
With men at arms close at his heel,
Charging with all might,
On his ferocious black stallion as his mount,
Lethal sword raised off its hilt,
Hungry for blood and flesh,
His amber eyes shot a fiery blaze,
A rage that had long been concealed in his core,
Waiting a moment to burst out from its cage,
A lust of vengeance had finally unleashed,
Burning within every fiber of his silvery armors,
Boiling in every specter of his essence,
The cup of revenge waited to satiate its thirst,
It was many years back when he was just a boy,
When constant dreams and joys visited his abode,
Lived happily with a humble family
Within a serene village nearby,
A territory under the Great Lord estate,
It was the days of peace and love,
A life in the absence of terror and hate,
A life so perfect
The folk songs saluted his ears,
As villagers merrily gathered in the feast,
For generous harvesting blessings of the Divine,
His fine-looking father led his lovely mother into a dance,
Her golden hair swayed delicately by the wind,
Her green eyes shone bright like emerald,
Glistening with pure affection and love,
Her voice was all sweet and gentle,
She was an angel ascended from paradise,
Together they sang in delight,
As their loving kisses merged in one,
And lifted him into their arms,
Out of the dark, came terrifying hooves beat,
The thundering clatter pierced through the night,
As savage cries broke the festivity,
Ricocheting throughout the dark valley,
Men clad in black bearing armors and steel blades,
Eyes so red like a pit of hell fire,
The smell of dead wafted off the atmosphere,
As each blade claimed souls of innocence,
As red blood flooded the skies,
Turning the garish night into lament and woes,
He was just a boy then,
Not yet corrupted by hate and violence,
Not yet able to defend his stand,
As his father shoved him under shrubs,
He watched the horror with naked eyes,
As the blade slashed and sliced,
Of women and men on their flee,
Of children and elders,
Of the golden fair hair now soaked in blood,
Of her serene face now contorted and deformed,
Of his beautiful figure cut off into pieces,
Gone all his innocence,
Snatched fiercely without mercy,
As the hell-bound massacre,
Carved deep within his soul,
Tears streamed down his enraged face,
As he lamented the deaths in anger,
And swore an oath of vengeance,
Hatred,
Vengeance,
Had opened the gate of hell,
Unleashed evil on the loose,
Burnt the heart and soul,
That was heavy with unspeakable woes,
Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,
His steel blade rang clear and loud,
With courage in heart but revenge in mind,
Along with his men at arms,
They roared down the mountainside,
With wrath and fury they cried in unison,
A tidal wave of rage wiped out the foes,
As he merged with evil in his seek of revenge,
Formidable and fearless in fight,
As he swing his sharp-witted sword back and forth,
That it cut cleanly through scores of bodies,
As fast as a lightning strike,
As the dark replaced the day,
He kept the slay at bay,
Merging with evil beyond retreat,
His beast had taken control of his virtues,
No mercy for all the foes,
Hunting them down like animals,
As the moon cried in blood,
Covering the grey skies with reddish hues,
And the stars turned their hearts into a lament,
Witnessing a history repeated itself,
And over the soul of the lost knight,
A restrained sob heard midair,
For a knight to look for its source,
His amber eyes turned bloody red,
Lust of vengeance replaced its former color,
He marched his way into the grasses,
To find the voice of the intruder,
With sword ready to strike,
A shrill cry broke the disorder,
As his raging eyes met the horrified eyes,
Glistening with tears in her silence,
Fears and dread masked her ashen white face,
As the sharp edge of the blade brushed off her neck,
She trembled and washed off in a sheer ache,
He dropped off his blade in disgust,
As his heart betrayed his hands,
His red eyes dropped into a soft lament,
A choking breath of long lost woes,
No sweet revenge,
No vengeance satiated,
As it consumed his heart and soul,
As he looked at the little girl,
He found nothing but agony,
In his pursue of revenge
A night to remember,
Silvery moon pearling the air,
So bright resembling a shimmering orb,
Gazing solemnly at the earth,
From her magnificent throne,
Bringing bitter sweet fragrance,
Of love and sacrifice
A heartbreaking melody breaks the silence,
A mantra devoted for the queen so fair,
Glowing in splendor in her golden robe,
Sung elegantly by her constant wanderer,
A lonely heart waiting in deep longing,
A fire of pale desire in his misty eyes,
As tears rolling down his mournful face,
While he kiss her for a fleeting moment,
As the dawn returns too soon
A night to remember,
Before a goodbye is bid,
For once split second,
Silvery patch of haze,
Woven tediously by glittering stars,
Forming a misty veil for the fair goddess,
Sheltering the two hearts for peaceful reunion,
As words of yearning written down in their longing eyes,
Embracing each other in silence grace,
As their eyes kiss in fire,
As their souls merge in one,
Before the dawning of the day,
When she fades away
These last few days, there's been a sparking debate that has lit up Facebook, Twitter and the rest of the blogosphere about one of the ministers shaking hand with first lady Michelle Obama. My colleague always informs me the latest status on her twitter about the progress. It's a bit weird.
This makes me think how great the impact of online social network in shaping public opinion or creating a stir up issue. One slip on the tongue posted on the net will be fatal like a bite of the leathal cobra. If only it was not posted, if only there's no blaming on others, I beleive the issue would not spread like a raging fire on dry season. One careless action might jeopardize the entire building construction. Instead of supressing the issue, holding tongue, the snowball is rolled on til it gets bigger and bigger.
Ehm...I wonder too in the case of helping victims of Merapi explosion or earth-quake generated tsunami in Mentawai, will such issue as shaking hands, or making any physical contact (for it is impossible not to touch the victims when he/she should be carried into safer ground) be deemed as taboo too?
I hope this issue will die soon as it's just a waste of time...and I hope any statesmen will be much more careful in guarding their personal affairs ... not easily being provoked by trivial matters ... most importantly thinking before saying...calculating before acting...
