Elegy: Blisters of a Coffee Cup

A portrait turning grey,
It's painting fading fast,
The colors ripples away,
Washes off all our history.

These blisters,
On my coffee cup,
The pain anomaly,
This is my story.

Treading my space,
I won't move,
This pain of knowing,
You can't come home.

Epilog : Revivification

A new year, a new dawn.
That's always been the message.
Every year we look back at things we have failed to accomplish, things we did wrong, people we've let down, feeling distended by all the negatives that already surrounds us, we would try and compensate this by making promises to a new year.
Turning over new leaves, or so some might argue.
It gives us comfort that a year had passed by and that we could start anew.
A batch of newly brewed fresh air dissipates in anticipation.
We're all aware that time does not stop and allow us to recover, we need to keep moving.

This year's already at its end, and to be honest, I have never gone through anything like this before. Plans were made, plans were left said, plans was left astray.
As He is the Planners of all Plans!!
I thank Him for putting me through this incredible year.
This has been, if not heart-wrenching, a year full of surprises.
If life is a learning curve, then this year had been one of the steepest and thorn ridden curves I had been through.

"thank you to the people in my life
for putting up with me
and thank you for the time you sacrificed
all on account of me
for all the times i didn't say
the times i didn't say "

Elegy : Dipanah Peluru Realiti

Harapan palsu menggunting jiwa,
Langkah keliru dipatuk bisa,
Bersilir sudah bayu senja,
Kian kabut pentas pemikiranya.

Ku rakam sebuah bencana,
Peristiwa hitam menelan masa,
Suara memetir membelah minda,
Mencerca masalah serba segala.

Pedihku dipanah peluru realiti,
Terjaga sudah dari mimpi,
Perang dalaman tidakkan terhenti,
Hingga nyawaku terbang tidak kembali.

Epilog: Buffer, The Grand Stabilizer

Our body system, when studied in detail, is one of the most complex structures that had ever existed.

Take our blood, for instance, it holds one of the keys to this system, as it carries the Carbon Dioxide to the lungs to be excreted by means of exhalation.

It also carries Oxygen to all parts of the body after inhalation,ensuring all of our organs are receiving sufficient amount of Oxygen to perform all its necessary obligations.

This two major functions are made possible by our blood system that is always in balance unless a disease or condition halts its harmonized balance.

The Quran had talked about the creation of men down to the core, even before Aristotle and the Ancient Greek Embryology started discussing about the matter.

"O Mankind! If ye have a doubt about the Recreation(consider) that We created you out of dust, then out of sperm, then out of a leech like clot, then out of a chewed like lump of flesh, formed and unformed, in order that We may manifest(our power) to you; and We cause whom We will to rest in the wombs for an appointed term" Quran(22:5)

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He is Allah – the Creator, the Maker, the Giver of Form. To Him belong the Most Beautiful Names. Everything in the heavens and Earth glorifies Him. He is the Almighty, the All-Wise. (Qur’an, 59:24)

God had placed buffer solutions in our body to keep it unharmed and perfectly harmonized so that our bodily functions could not be interrupted, unless its by means of a disease, yet, Allah knows best.

This is where buffers, or more specifically buffer solutions, ionic compounds that resists pH change in our blood, maintains the blood's pH at an optimum level so that all those aforementioned processes would take place.

Such uniqueness of these buffer solution, their capacity to help resist or protect our blood system is still being studied till today.

It is important to seek the understanding that our creation was indeed by God, and not by means of evolution or spontaneous generation. Seek the truth and find the common One True Creator.

-And if could die having brought any light, having expose any meaningful truth, then all the credit is due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds, and only the mistakes have been mine.- Malcolm X

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Elegy: Poison Curry

A little scoop,
Of this afternoon,
And this here tune,
Goes off in June,

Officious puppets,
Walk on with life,
No more questions,
Feeling satisfied.

It's what we are,
And we can't see,
This poison curry,
Began to breach.

It's who you are,
A powerless niche,
Strings of resistance,
Out of reach.