4th Dimension
First there's the dot
Then alight another dot
Dot to dot makes a line
Line to line makes a plane
And so we glide onto the plane
With free will and free form
We come across another plane
Into an arc we come about
Through a radius of a circle
We walk non stop
Then we run till we die
With every death we make us run
Did it get us anywhere?
Swirling, Twirling and spiralling
Into speeding metals and even
flying high beyond the clouds
What space-time are we in?
Does it exist when we can't see it?
Let alone not able to feel it
And they say
Welcome to the fourth dimension
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Acquainted Earth
He is one man to acres of land
Ploughing his way
Stiffening his spine
Dreaming life as a habit
In the meagre search for a mouthful rice
To unfold the dissolving of a great design
To share with his wonder's lust
Green meadow of grazing grass
Keeping the spoon, thank you very much
Charming birds, doing good, when dont have much
At the top of the land
Clouds brushed bare scalps
Euphemism of grand power of a demon
When seeing is not about looking
Nor sensing never about feeling
Nature's way of touching the sky
In it's effort to knock on god's doorstep
Rampant survival, fading vegetation
High altitudes Gasping
Exhale, inhale
To stand out among other things
As he lay himself to the ground
Waiting for that whispered voice
Reliving his instinctive loin
Lines, lines of multiple ground
And contradicting lines of force
That little by little converge
Then, simplified, cancelling each other
Out at the peak
A return to unity
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Be
From Chaotic to order
Or was it from
Order to disorder
Just be
The universe
No beginning no ending
Self-Contained
Independence of creation
Just be
The notion of beginning thwarted
If, for the longest time
Man can accept
Nothingness to somethingness
Would it be hard to acknowledge
There are things that jus be
Be as it is
Empty podium for a sculpture to rest
Green meadows for dreamers to desire and destroy
And a set of eyes that filled all the stars
Be, be as it is
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Coming out
The beginning
It gets inside you
Eats you out
Messed you up
Refusing to accept
Squirming wasting through narrow hole
Finding the point of entry
Which has been exhaustively applied and tried upon
Does this opening have a home?
Or is it free for any other man
Sitting while thinking
or sitting and absorbing
Closed eyes trembling,
quivering with tinkering thoughts that was never there
when will there be magic
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Everything is human
There are billions of stars
and there are billions of humans
Could it be that one signifies the other
One star to a man
And one star to a woman
Would it be right to say that
Everything is human
Universe as a big mirror
And stars are our reflection
Then to what are we looking at?
Up we tilt our head
Down they gleams at us
Stretch our eyes
Through panaromic view
The event horizon expanding
Gravity will always win
Rozmanshah Abdullah
I am Sita
At the darkest moment comes the light
I am that light
My existence destroys reason
Love is divine
Nothing beats the sense of completeness
Becoming one and being contented with it
I am Sita
My mind swirls and twirls
Yet it remains in a complete circle
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Lovelife
Fully equipped are you
relaunching your life
put on a facade
where you are the all knowing
dispensing advise
masterfully
confidently
succinctly
Sorting up other people's
life it's natural
Top man, good man
grinned from ear to ear
Still life less to be desired
a far cry from sorted
they are milking away your enthusiasm
your make believe good intention
What being are you becoming
carefree and careless
yet have no one by side
So that they say
Love is never wrong
Be it so
When a lover die
Let be
For tinkering hearts and butterflied guts
Sparks moments
Cherished till death
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Mortal - brief life
Wanting what you can't have
Reloving things that is already there
Is there such magic
While reading your own palm
And telling yourself
The future is within grasp
Keep Keep telling
Keep telling it to yourself
That everything will turn out alright
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Saka
In a wood, so thick, the sun never touches its ground
Wandering eyes, unwelcomed snares, greeting footsteps
Front, forward, dragging jerky knees, hearing echoes of unknown sound
This is the place soon to be home, resting footsteps
In a space, so green and loud, breathless found
The air, the wind and a simple gust, something queer abound
Limber, loose conscious, letting go, rolling eyes stares
Comfort, tabik tuk, assurance, tumpang lalu tuk, hoping
Eyelids never close, sound silenced, numb, lower body, glares
Contact, corn seeds sprinkled, respect, percaya pada yang ghaib
A deity, acknowledging its existence, yellow rice served befits a king
A bond is sought, mending a broken bridge, long forgotten
What rewards gainful as what mortals can actually offer?
Devotion? Impossible, Absolute submission, unthinkable
Friendship, forging ties with the unknown, mystery to all
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Simulacra
At any one moment
To what does one seek
Seems not enough with mere lament
Busting skerries up against the creek
For this particular moment
As one rises from nothingness
Bear witness to endless movements
Where everything is in its utmost trivialness
From this moment on
A tale
That never running out of its colour
Will be thread, spun and knitted upon
Inviting mountains, heightened with wonders
A story
of Ravana, the love aggravator
A story
of Soorpanaka, the diva in distress
A story
of Rama, the stoic manipulator
A story
of Sita, the incidental temptress
Soorpanaka:
My name is never as boring as it sounds
If names were to be affiliated with professions
I will sure as hell be seen with a crown
Parading, Waiving stupidly and smiling insincerely,
such action!
Nevertheless
I am Soorpanaka
My nature to make hearts rapture
Evoking delight inviting pleasure
For nothing is Greater than desire
Rama:
I am Rama
Born with gifts incomprehensible to others
Pure contentment with my better half
I am happy in my quietness
Happy in my own idea of happiness
Ravana:
True things don't mean they are real
Real things don't mean they are true
Love comes and goes and is sometimes unrequited
Not having someone to love makes you half a person?
Having someone makes you whole?
I am the voice of passion
The sound of obsession
For I am Ravana
I follow my bliss
Therefore I come to bliss
Sita:
At the darkest moment comes the light
I am that light
My existence destroys reason
Love is divine
Nothing beats the sense of completeness
Becoming one and being contented with it
I am Sita
My mind swirls and twirls
Yet it remains in a complete circle
Just when I thought things are already better
The inevitable will surely transpire
Narrator:
It started with a dot
A tiny dot actually, accelerating
Spreading in volume
Until it weighs too much
Resulting in a decision
The banishment of Rama
From his own ‘negara’
Successful bid by Sita
To follow and devote
Spending their lives together
Vows exchanged, promises sealed forever
To the jungle they went
Exiling themselves at will
Narrator:
Then, there’s Soorpanaka
Following her heart
Bestowing with pride
Went for an evening ride
Her being her
A creature of excess
Exploring without rest
So….. Through the eyes love attains the heart?
As she cast her eyes on Rama
Soorpanaka:
How does one live without love?
How can one carry forward living
When crushed and scarred for life
Since when love is exclusive
And can’t be shared?
I beseech you Rama
I detest you Sita
I shall tell you something frightening
The repercussion will be devastating
A plain NO with full conviction should suffice
Rather than maiming me for life
Such cruel act of cowardice
From a man ‘so-called’ mirroring god?
Rozmanshah Abdullah
The physical of squares
Does the universe dream?
As we sleep day and night
We know
Can there be stillness in motion?
As the cripple stares at the ticking clock
We know
Is order the origin of chaos?
As we felt the tremor of expansion
We know
Does nature shares our imagination?
As we create, migrate and advance
We know
A matter aka a ripple?
Interspersing our collective unconsciousness
As we accept the dictum of
The world sprang from nothing
In a single moment
Contortionist have we become
One on top of another
Achieving simpleness
Our paradox of life
Small makes bright
Big emits puny ray
The end is never near
We know
Rozmanshah Abdullah
Try Living
Nobody in this world is worth anything
It is all just some made-up thing
Where everyone incline to believe in clinging
To some sort of belief and bearing
There's no actual physical enduring
Just a bunch of lost dreaming
The stakes are high & it seems we are losing
Embracing life as though it has meaning
When reality is far from the telling
Hearing tales of good living
Actual experience nothing but trying
Pacify ourselves with reminiscing singing
Merriment & delight ceased like lightning
Guess they are just God's way of playing
Rozmanshah Abdullah
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