Itu Perempuan..

Pintu luas dibuka,

Langkah derap dimula,

Perjumpaan yang tidak disangka,

Membuat kalbu berkata-kata.

Perempuan! Betulkah apa yang dinampak,

Atau mata liarku yang tercampak,

Ah! Memang nak makan penyepak,

Buat setanku jelma membuak-buak.

Macam tiada apa berlaku,

Terus duduk macam dah selalu,

Mana letak budi pekerti ilmu,

Ah! Sumpah! Nak lempang sederas laju.

Wahai perempuan melayu terakhir,

Ingatlah batas adab yang zahir,

Ibumu mengandung terus melahir,

Ubah hidupmu pengakhiran hampir.

Bombay,

I Love You..:)

Love is when I met you for the very first time ..

Love is when I met you for the very first time, 5 years ago..

Love is when I met you for the very first time, 5 years ago, on Monday..

Love is when I met you for the very first time, 5 years ago, on Monday, 20^th November 2006..

Love is when I met you for the very first time, 5 years ago, on Monday, 20^th November 2006, 2 days after my national rugby tournament..

You,

I love you, when you started teasing me..

I love you, when you sent regard to me..

I love you, when you started calling me..

I love you, when you called me almost every day..

I love you, when we shared our stories..

I love you, when we laughed on phone..

I love you, when you didn’t call for some days..

I love you, when you posted something to me..

I love you, when you dedicated and wrote songs to me..

I love you, when you wrote “Only One” and “My Baby You” to me..

I love you, when you sulked to me..

I love you, when I told you something on 20^th August 2007..

I love you, when you didn’t want to be with me at that time..

I love you, when I cried because you didn’t want to be with me at that time..

I love you, when you suddenly messaged me on 25^th December 2007 morning..

I love you, when you accepted my 4 months old request..

I love you, when you said yes to me..:)

I love you, when you always said “I LOVE YOU” to me..:)

I love you, I love you, I love you..:)

Bombay,

Late Night Poem For The Artist..

Artist oh artist;

Use your polite words at least..

We all are bloggers;

But assholes you call us..

I know you are very angry;

Making you happy go watch tom and jerry..

You pointed to us your middle finger;

Hey dude, that is so not cool as director..

You write bitch as coolest word;

Haha..that’s nothing for us it’s only dirt..

We all pray you will success in the future,

Giving us the middle finger, we’ll always remember, forever..

Bombay,

You..

F,

I’m sorry for everything;

I’m a bad boy, as a darling..

A,

You always cried because of me;

I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry..

T,

You are such a wonderful girl;

Far away better than Joy, My Name Is Earl..

I,

You have the world's wonderful eyes;

Starring at me, my world becoming nice..

N,

You are talking very sweet;

Not like others, in their tweet..

Z,

You are very carrying to me;

Giving me some milos and maggi mee..

A,

You always called me every night;

I know you miss me, am I right?..

F,

We will on leave for many days;

I will endeavor seeing you, like always..

I,

We will be happy in the future;

Like you always told me, in your ‘lecture’..

R,

I will stop writing now;

Will write to you more, that’s a vow..

A,

Take a good care of yourself;

Make sure honey, you always in the pink of health..

H,

I love you so very really damn fu*#ing much;

Bigger than you imagine, my love is large..

Bombay,

Abah..

Abah,

I know you still sad;
Because of your eyes always show that..

I know you are very strong;
I believe in you i'm not wrong..

You always cried after prayer;
It's about father's miss towards her..

Every Friday you went to her grave;
Reciting some doa ensuring she safe..

Abah,

I will not disappoint you any more;
Like SPM that I didn't score..

I will be a successful man one day;
Make us happy and full of love in the air..

I want you be in a cloud nine like before;
Even I know it's really hard and sore..

Do pray for me in final exam;
Hopefully i'll be in flying colours this sem..

Abah,

That's all my writing to you;
Looking forward going home coz I MISS YOU TOO..:)

Bombay,

miss u mak..

Mak

How are you;

I really do miss you

I can’t go home;

Because of drama I have to perform

I am the Bendahara in the drama;

All the lines really make me coma

But I do memorise that;

Because of the spirit to be a dad

Tun Teja is my daughter;

Hang Tuah’s black hearted is the starter

He kidnapped Teja from my hand;

Tuah! Your life will come to the end

Teja presented to Sultan Malacca;

I know the tears fell of the eyes of her

Sultan will be marrying Teja;

Even she will be put inside a coffin jar

Mak

That is the story;

Of drama that my friends and I carry

After drama I will be home;

To finish your dishes like norm

I will always make you happy;

Even I have to throw out my new lappy

I’m sorry I have failed my Asasi;

Now I admit English is not easy

I know I’m a lazy person;

Not like A doll’s House writer Henrik Ibsen

I will change my life soon;

To have a great life once in the blue moon

I have to stop writing;

Because I see the eyes of Miss Sally staring

Miss you Mak!

mak.,.

Mak,

You are wonderful person;

More than Kelly Clarkson

You are very strong;

You can kick me down if I am wrong

I love your smile;

I could see it even a mile

I love your dish;

Till make me fat like a big fish

You are very hardworking;

You always wash and clean my bloody hell thing

Mak,

Since you lost your daughter;

I never heard the laughter

I know you always cry;

Because you don’t want her to die

Every day you go to her grave;

And your tears fall like wave

I know how sad you are;

But you have to let her away far

Mak,

She will always love you;

And abah, along, angah, alang , abang will always do that too

We will always care for you;

Like you did to her in ICU

Mak,

May Allah bless her always;

And we will pray for her in our says

I love u so much mak!Ika!