Rewind the fabric
Peep at the burns
Ranges that were static
Between the flame turns
Dunce of a pinhead holding the lanterns
Anchor a moment while
In this new harbor
Nay, not for a smile
When lighted is the fire
Fool of a pinhead clinging in dire
Storm and the hail
Crushing green serenity
Sun of no avail
Cracked, seamed dignity
Dumb of a pinhead blinding reality
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 15:59 • Labels: chagrin, glum, L, poem, poet
Is this news TRUE????
Quoted from an e-mail that I received today:
"Denmark wants to Burn the Holy Quran on next Saturday in the large grounds in Coppenhagen (capital city of Denmark ), in reply to the Islamic Boycott on their products."
I'm still waiting for confirmation on this news. Anyone with reliable source, please forward it here.
-Ariff Abdullah
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 21:28 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
Out in the field
The ground ain't flat
Squeezing my every will
Fell on my back
Oh so gray this field
The ground where I step
Often that I kneel
Again I get up back
Why this scorching field
As the sun be my hat
Dreams seem so real
Yet truth still in wrap
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 10:15 • Labels: chagrin, glum, L, poem, poet
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 00:36 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
Seven bridges in the sky
Seven arcs before the dry
Seven hues soothing the eye
Seven bridges that I see
Seven arcs all so real
Seven hues come to me
Seven bridges will you stay
Seven arcs the floating ray
Seven hues after the gray
Seven bridges at my dusk
Seven arcs always too scarce
Seven hues will not last
Seven bridges before the light
Seven arcs chase the dark
Seven hues close to my heart
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 09:33 • Labels: amour, bliss, ecstasy, hope, L, poem, poet
Gain will not that you think you own
Over the rail facades were shown
On the spikes of truth unknown
Disregarding the seeds yet not sown
_void
Bolstering the lance, flesh it bore
Yes, hexa-ritcher on the receptor
Elongating is no more
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 22:33 • Labels: chagrin, glum, L, poem, poet
Like mistletoe to the bare oak
Like water to the leaking boat
Like air to the null vacuum
Like light to the dark room
Like grass to the open field
Like shark to the juicy seal
Like bee to the nectarous bloom
Like germ to the open wound
Like dirt to the clean shoe
Like heat to the exposed dew
There are sure things in life
Less you tried to break the ice
To stand I have to rise
But I'm holding by the branches
Holding by the weaken branches...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 22:10 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, hope, L, poem, poet
Tumbling blocks crushing blockades
Maze that washed to brown
O the scale shattered by the gates
Swapping dusk and dawn
Amplitude beneath the scarlet
Refract nowhere near the gold
Beyond threshold might be the maggot
Place the hope onto mast and row
I feel like a child...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 12:26 • Labels: amour, ecstasy, L, poem, poet
So I ponder
Which crossings diverted the sight
Which stones marked with illusion
Which presumptions blinded the sense
And I turn
Looking back over the hills
Peeking beyond the cliffs
Sighting over the oceans
Yet I see
What was a chainmail now mere cotton
What was a ladder now mere string
What was a musket now mere marble
Then I resolute
To stand where the line started
To crouch where the prints smeared
To run where the gun blew
Let me lend a hand
To erase the fear and doubts
To smudge the indecisive roots
To firm the hidden blooms
Instilling confidence in tomorrow
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 00:03 • Labels: amour, doubt, hope, L, poem, poet
In the Morse of remorse
The boulders of gross
Grind my teeth
and clench my fist
Ain't no mountain ain't no range
Crust moves by the quaking drain
It ain't gonna stay, never!
The birds that flew
The wind that follow
Stunned and uncontrolled
Scarred, the hideous clot
Slur the curse
Dread to rehearse
One after one
Said and undone
Light that shone over the dawn
At dusk it will be gone
Barge of rust cut across
Web the flow drag the anchors
Grab and grip at the knot
Slick spit threading the rope
Vibrating air hitting the drums
Nothing but hollow rhymes!
Sickening!
Ark that left the harbor
There's no wind but oak of row
That quest to the stone
To the mirror should be thrown
Like fire meets the gas
And citrus on open flesh
All around to disperse
Three sixty it scatters
Wiping clean nothing stay
Puff the phlegm into the haze
Back to the Morse
The Morse of remorse
!!!!
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:30 • Labels: chagrin, L, poem, poet
remolcadores
tugs of dos estados
along tracked lunar circumferences
till the spoils are mountains
slipped in the wraith
of ghoulish wailing
sanguo...
inferno inside, flaming the cage
crown cracks spilling jewels
throne breaks in agony
while the veins bleed darkness
stand off in triangle
fueling the flame
sanguo...
a cloud reaching for the ray
of the sunshine
a land waiting for the rain
to give it life
a wind trying to breeze
for touches and kisses
whisper of battlecry over the hill
sanguo...
had the limbs strayed to far
of the meant way of ajar
orion, show where they are
fumbled way below secure par
blinded to see the star
sanguo...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:29 • Labels: amour, doubt, ecstasy, fear, glum, L, poem, poet
As long as there is a dream
I'll draw a fantasy into life
As long as there is a seed
I'll grow a bark into forest
As long as there is a rainbow
I'll shine a prism into mirage
As long as there is a stone
I'll carve a boulder into monument
As long as there is a droplet
I'll stream a drip into lagoon
As long as there is a mist
I'll weave a cloud into canopy
As long as...
I surely will...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:19 • Labels: amour, bliss, ecstasy, hope, L, poem, poet
nay hades not for ye
glass of sand wounded me never
nay demeter pull ye not
for persephone shall resurface
for thy spirit is theseus
by the axe thee slew periphetes
thrown sciron into the cliff of the turtle
parted procustes from the limbs
say not medea of forked tongues
black ship shall sail to crete
beast of minos fell by the horn
dare not dionysus lay the claim
for aradne thy crown to retain
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:18 • Labels: amour, hope, L, poem, poet
As the sand fall into the bottom glass
As the grain fills the cavity with mass
I am tending to my own wound, unrest
But every second is a new hurt
Every moment I'm hitting the dirt
For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say
As the sand fall like a high torrent
As the grain reminds me of my torment
I am tending to my own wound, lament
But every second is a new stump
Every moment I'm numbing the lump
For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:18 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, L, poem, poet
So the throne is blinded from iris
And the path never cease to dim
Like the nightingale that sings
When thoughts of halt sinking in
Broken compass and torn map
Signs of uncertainties along the lines
The one oath that was never there
Words that could not be trusted
Linger and ready to wheeze
Wandering from nowhere
Through nowhere
Towards nowhere
Fatigue and distressed
With ever fading passion
So light the fire
Show what's behind the fog
Or tie these laces
Tell me to halt
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:17 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, L, poem, poet
I've swam across the torrents
I've jumped across the ravines
I've crawled across the woods
I've hiked across the mountains
So that I can touch the clouds
So I can weave the linings
So I can knot on my pole
So I can wave the flag
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:17 • Labels: glum, L, poem, poet
As I'm watching...
yet the totem fell apart
into the red larva beneath
suffocated amidst the fumes
yet the larva settled at last
cultivate the new land
for a gargoyle to bury its seed
yet came shooting a strong bark
shades of leaves for rovers
breezes of wind for vagabonds
yet the flowered branches never bear
blooms withered, and peeking out again
nothing fell for the feed
yet new seeds pushing their way
through the petals and spores
only to die halfway
yet fruit of longing will not grow
for it was destined to sleep
or fall into the fire
As I'm watching....
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:16 • Labels: chagrin, glum, L, poem, poet
Why am I red
when I'm out in the field?
Why am I blue
when I'm clinging in the forest?
Why am I green
when I'm swimming in the sea?
Layered pigment betrayed me
Gleeful iris tricked me
Gland of mucous lied to me
A displeased chameleon
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:14 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, L, poem, poet
scrapes of stones
granites my ozone
the molten chunk
solidified and hardened
yet breath of willow
breezes whispers of soul
no longer spilling the spell
but chiseled, are the walls
and the name that lingers
now carved onto the gorge
forever, it will stay there...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:14 • Labels: amour, hope, L, poem, poet
I looked into the mirror
and saw an old man I didn't know
lying on the floor
gasping for breath
I stared at the the face
"why is thy gloom?"
"hath thou bear trouble?"
he cried to me "save me please!"
I looked deeper into the mirror
and saw a kid on his knees
blood over his limbs
tears in his eyes
laughter from his lips
I stared at the face
"who art thou?"
he screamed at me "look at me!"
I closed my eyes
surrendered to the darkness
and wind back the continuum space
there were horns on my head
ringed with glittering halo
there were wings on my back
of fire and icicles
I've ripped them off years ago
When I opened my eyes
I looked into the mirror
and saw myself, the 'me' that I know...
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:13 • Labels: doubt, fear, L, poem, poet
The wild beast in the white cage
scratching the claws on the red soil
howling for freedom
roaring to wander
to fly towards the brightest sun
And wailing wind blew past
ripping apart the pearly bars
behold! the beast is out
let it rove the dream land
the land that it desired
And so the dam became empty
and the drums stopped beating
yet the world seemed so full
and so beautiful
the bucket is emptied
the burden is lifted...
I kissed the ground
and stared at the sun
one day, I'll be there
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:12 • Labels: amour, bliss, hope, L, poem, poet
Piece by piece,
I cracked them open
Bits by bits
I chipped them stones
come wide, come tall
faith is my forte
the darkest of the wall
is nothing but rigid clay
piece by piece
and bits by bits
grit my teeth
clench my fists
let everything cracks open
chipped into stones
let the sun shines through
and the sun will shine through
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:11 • Labels: bliss, ecstasy, hope, L, poem, poet
How many years have it been?
since I scaled my will on this very path
carved my dream on this very heart
and heart of yours
your souls where I pay my tribute
and my debt of gratitude
How many years have it been, friends?
since we planted the seed
of the creeping shrub?
Here I am, out to trace
the long lost trail that we grazed
searching for the same willow
once I saw from my window
May along this road
I'll see the me, the very me
That I used to be
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:10 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, fear, glum, L, poem, poet
The war within
.rampaging through my veins
..gushes of blood pushing the strains
.cracking through my nerves
..spiking out like dark curses
.blinding all of my senses
..throwing my wits over the fences
The war within
.against my will
The war within
.is killing me
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:06 • Labels: chagrin, fear, glum, L, poem, poet
Hey look!
A new mountain to pass
standing in my way
like the ones I climbed before
So spread the news to my limbs
tell the hands to powder the grip
and the legs to steel the feet
Because here we are
at the feet of rockiest mountain
yet larger, and yet steeper
unlike any other
And tell the spine, the guts and the thighs
tell them don't be afraid to die
No matter what turbulent or pain
it is just another mountain
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:06 • Labels: ecstasy, glum, hope, L, poem, poet
Oh the lump of beating flesh
What say you to this?
Why did you strayed off the willed path?
Didn't you hear the scream...
From the one behind the temple and eyes?
Oh the whites beyond forelock
What say you to this?
Why did you let go of the leashed dog?
Don't you remember the scream...
From the wounds behind the clock?
Let the swan glide in the grace
Crystal lake, like no other place
Let the crow me return to alleys
Filthy bins, where I live lowly
I am Icarus
Dreaming of Athena
Yet my wax feathers
Could never reach the sky
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:01 • Labels: amour, doubt, fear, glum, L, poem, poet
This topic never cease from controversy. Again and again, I'd meet some people who would openly say that democracy is kufr.
The argument? Capitalism brought so much suffering to this world... How shallow, and very pathetic...
Saying that 'democracy'='capitalism' is the same as saying 'holding a knife'='killing somebody'. Democracy does not necessarily mean capitalism. How many monarchy government that practice capitalism in this world? SOOOOO MANY...
Communism and socialism can come through democracy, not only capitalism. And it is not an impossible thing to have muamalah and shiayasah Islamiyyah together with democracy. Because democracy is just a tool.
Sure, the Prophet (S.A.W.) never said anything pro of democracy, but did the Prophet (S.A.W.) say anything against it?
So my friends out there, if you don't like democracy, just stay away from it, and stay quiet. Stop calling people infidels just because we believe in the freedom of the people to choose. Takfir is a serious matter. I am seriously tired of arguing on this issue.
"Democracy has done some good things. It has saved humanity from despots and dictators who act like gods. The details should be left to the people. Let them decide for themselves."
- Syeikh Yusuf Qaradhawi, Istanbul 2006
-Ariff Abdullah
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 23:08 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
Just how far would these people go to protect the dirty hands that feed them? Biased and one-sided favoritism is a well-known characteristic for MACC/SPRM. But when it comes to a loss another a (read: another) HUMAN life, it is way beyond the limit (if there is a limit to their act of greed to begin with).
It's not my position to imply that the late Teoh Beng Hock was murdered. No, that's not the issue here. Homicide or suicide, it doesn't make much different when the the hands that are pulling the strings to his depart are now being portrayed as sterilized clean. What happened in that room? If suicide is really the case, then there is the big question of WHY?
He went into that room a calm man. Something really ugly must have happened in there that lead to his death. As I said, it is not the issue of whether it was homicide or suicide, he's been pushed, either physically or mentally, out of the window.
My condolences to the family and friends of the late Teoh Beng Hock.
-Ariff Abdullah
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 11:55 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
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Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 19:39 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
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Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 15:37 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
Assalamualaikum,
Good news! Baba Ali is back with a new series! For those without any clue, Baba Ali is the one of the 'youtube celebrities' when he started The Reminder series some time ago. Starting as just 'a man with a video camera', Baba Ali created a storm that gave birth to numerous Islamic motivational video that flooded youtube today. Many Muslim kids (and adults) around the world started to pick up a video camera and share their thoughts online, saying they were inspired by Baba Ali.
'Hurray for Baba Ali' is the latest production by Baba Ali. Unlike his normal series, he acts like a little kid which was kinda of refreshing. Then again, his friends (and fans like me) will tell you that he acts like a kid all the time, a kid with great thoughts :)
check out for more at www.hurrayforbabaali.com
footnote#1- The song was composed and performed by Dawud Wharnsby :) my favorite canadian singer
footnote#2- check out The Reminder Videos blog as well. It was a project started by Baba Ali, with contributors (translators) of Muslims around the world <- find my name there as well :)
Wallahu'alam
-Ariff Abdullah
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 14:39 • Labels: babble, babbler, L
