Wednesday, October 31, 2007
THE BN GOVERNMENT IS BUYING TIME
NOW THE FIRE SPREAD
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CANDLES AND SHADOWS

It comes up to play
In the mind it seems to say
Years gone years arrive
It never stays forever
It will be there
Barely a time
Then changes come alive
Along the roads
People meet say hello
Exchanging greetings smile then forget
Until such time the roads meet again
On this day like any other day
The mundane things will shine again
Looking at it
Years gone by
Candles and shadows
It flickers as the time flies
When you get up in the morning
A new chapter runs your life
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
NOTHING IS RIGHT YET
How could things go down?
When the sleeping giant isn’t awaken
It is now on auto-pilot
Know not which way it wants to fly
CI points going up
It doesn’t say the economy is sound
It doesn’t say the country is well run
It only says that somebody or group of bodies
Playing the games to enrich or riddles the economy
Ultimately the benefits go these people
Corridors spreading out
Every point of the country
Announcements of many developments
The layout plans only going to start now
Packages going to get inputs
What are the projects by whom it will be played?
This is the number game
By the time the costs go up
Nothing is left to the weary people
Running and sweating just barely to live by
The basic essentials rocking up their lives
And our sleeping giant rings his CI
Feeling so happy something he did is right
Is he sleeping in his mind or what?
LIVE LIFE THE VALUES YOU CHERISH
PARLIAMENT HOUSE SHOULD STAY

Parliament House
It should stay where she is
The good solid ground
She got it solid in 1960s
The long corridors of lying
The long shadows of cheating
The brewing of greed and deceit
She hears it all in her walls
The crying on her inner soul
The leaders scrap and hide away
The symbol of dignity erodes
On this August House she still stands tall
Now the leaders want it shifts
Close to the dark forces on PJ hill
The many corridors jumping queue
The objects of money, gold and silver
The dark forces will run
Immunity as of now till she sleeps
Parliament House a symbol of dignity
The leaders make it worst every day
Parliament House
The pillar of a success story
In the beginning so noble and sincere
Now she turns her eyes
Tears falling incessantly
The leaders of hidden objectives
Milk her honey let her suffers slowly
And when she leaks they say it is time
A new structure a new light
When history forgets
The noble values of yesterday leaders
What is a nation when foundation gone?
It is here in Parliament House
The echoes of decades
Building the nation
EDUCATION DOESNT MAKE A GOOD LEADER
Monday, October 29, 2007
SERVICE FIRST
SUICIDE, SUICIDE OH WHAT A WASTE OF LIFE!
On the descent of lost souls
Stepping into the darkness
No one to sing song
The parade goes into oblivion
The young ones die
Hanging themselves believing it is right
When there are many exploits to be had
They give it up before they even try
Parents cry tears fall aimlessly
Teachers can’t understand
Children staring at the empty chairs
The drum beats
The souls gone into the depths
Life is meant to be free
The eyes seen leaving them scary
All those pressures in their minds
They let go
They don’t want to grow
The drum beats
The wind caressing their hanging bodies
Swaying aimlessly regretting their ways
For a life not fully accomplished
They die hanging by the short ropes
Saying a statement
They want to be free!
PM AND GANG SHOULD READ BLOGS
Sunday, October 28, 2007
DONT GO CRAZY ON LONG TERM PLANS
SUICIDE WHAT A WASTE OF LIFE!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
THE WHITE COLOR ON BLUE
The white color on blue
On a bright sunny day
The clouds radiantly glow
Not many people see
The patterns of nature
The glorious day passes by
In the afternoon light
I watch it changing
It looks like a white Christmas tree
Changing coloring the sky
Not many take time to see
God’s magic painting on clouds
Then the white angels fly
All around the blue sky
I watch the painting flow
Don’t forget to say a prayer or two
For the Lord is great
Everything He wants to do
RAID GONE WRONG
2 cops died on duty
On raid no proper precautions
No bullet proof vests
What are the police officers doing?
Superman, are they?
2 cops never got to celebrate
Deepavali with their families
They got bullets instead of cookies
The superiors must pay………
Now the sleeping beauty woke up
Yawned widely and exclaimed
“What they don’t know what to do?”
“Yes my lord we fucked up”
Dealing with drug lords
They don’t care about lives
Money and addicts
These they want to have
200 years in police work
A bust turned tragic
Now IGP cries for action
“Get the cop killers!”
Don’t they visualize in their minds?
What will happen with the drug lords?
They don’t care about lives
They will take a few with them
Into the land beyond
As their body guards
Police know
“Don’t cry for me when I am dead and gone”
Sacrifices are necessary
In this line of policing work
So that the nation can sleep peacefully
The police officers’ sacrifices aren’t in vain
My condolences to the police officers
They live though we may forget
The good Lord will take care of them
On their journey to a land beyond our dreams
THE EVIL COMES TO FEAST

In the dark dim clouds
The black bats flying
In many formations
Seeking preys in the dark night
The rustling sound in the air
People walk don’t care
By the time they look up in the sky
The black bats pick them one by one
Screaming people
Gun fires smoke in the clouds
The black bats come in droves
Driving the people scattering them
The bars across the streets
The patrons see the commotion
Quickly they rush out
Then they rush back
Close all doors and windows
Praying silently on their knees
The black bats swarm
Rustling air becoming eerie
The blood thirsty bats
They don’t care
The sky full of blood thirsty bats
Flying in circles picking up preys
Nobody is spared
When evil comes to feast
The long night of doom
The smell of death every air
When the patrons leave the cinema
They look everywhere
It spooks them
On the quiet night and streets
2 police officers shot dead

2 cops were shot dead during a drug bust in Sungai Buluh, Selangor. IGP screamed furiously telling his officers to go all out to catch the cop killers. Police officers should know that when they go raiding drug lords they must be prepared to get shot at sometimes die in line of duty. There is nothing to scream about. All the police officers must know the rules. When you enter or raid a place, nobody will give you a chance to come in so easily. If there is a chance to kill, I believe the drug lords or his runners will do the shooting. These people dont care about their lives and they dont care about the police officers barging into their hideouts. Period. Now when 2 cops were shot dead IGP asked for more money to buy bullet proof vests for his officers. This part I can't understand. Only when his officers were shot dead then he wanted to buy bullet proof vests for his officers. Where was he? This is the mentality of the government and the agencies involved. Only when something really happened to the civil servants then the top brass will say something like that. If the IGP could say like that when Nurin was gone missing "go all out to nap the sicko", by then Nurin won't die. She would be laughing smiling sharing jokes in school and with her parents and sisters. But it didnt happen. The police took their own sweeet time to investigate. The police officers must wear bullet proof vests every time they go raiding on drug lords and gangsters hideout...............which must be the standard procedure all the times.
Friday, October 26, 2007
HE IS BACK!
The cool breeze
Make the smile on his face
Now he is on his familiar surrounding
He can walk freely
In no time he will be ready
Challenging the world as he comes his way
In the country as he dreams about
One day we will listen to him say
Look at him
Feeling good and smiling his way
Family members and friends
All wish him well
The love of his life
Through rain and shine
Smooth terrain rough lives
She never leaves him aside
She is there all the times
This is why he could recover
Failure isn’t his way
He makes it a success
Believing God will help him
Picking up his life
There are things he hasn’t finished
So there he is
Smiling standing tall once again
AIR ASIA WINS
Thursday, October 25, 2007
THE LAST JOURNEY
Why you let me travel in an ambulance?
I have money I cant sign it my way
I am lying my mobility is dead
I can’t believe it
I am put on a government vehicle
Knocking on roads
All the way back to the hill
Oi driver! Don’t you know me?
I have money let me go in style
I look at my surrounding
In plastic bag I am wrapped nicely
Bouncing on the road
Beating traffic along the way
Winding road reaching my home base
I am dead so they say
Of all the money shares and properties
I am wrapped in plastic sheets
In an ambulance to my resting place
I am dead so they say waking for me
I look at them
Poor souls crying away
Why put me in plastic sheets?
Traveling in an ambulance
What happen to my luxury cars?
I can't travel in my comfort
It is the full circle
From nothing I return in public vehicle
I am dead my last journey they forget
My riches can’t buy me a decent last journey
Now they wake me
I am already gone for good
