Give me ten seconds, close your eyes. By then, my lips have ensnared your heart. Give me ten minutes, hold and squeeze my hand. By then I would have your trust. Give me ten hours, hold me close and listen to my heartbeat. By then you would know how I feel about you. Give me […]
Read more "Ten"Right over left, I cupped my hands together. Lips murmured for an answer, head upward I looked up to empty space Void, my voice devoid of emotions Why do I ask? I wondered. What is it that I want? my heart questioned. My answer came. Her light unmistakeable. Her heart, pure and unquestionable. Dear god, […]
Read more "Bidadari"What makes me, me? Do you see me, as what your eyes perceive of what I am? Do you hear me, as what your ears whisper to you what I am? Do you feel me, as what your heart tells you what I am? Do you? I am flesh and bones, like you. I am […]
Read more "Soul"Here, a single point of time, Here, a moment in history, Here, nestled a seed you sow Here, among the stars, Here, where I have seen my scars, Here, the space between you and me There, beyond the high walls, There, across the vast channel, There, where the grass here has seen its days There, […]
Read more "Omnipotent"I am a risk taker. I do not seek any form of assurance. I am a calculated risk, the stakes high, exponentially rise as I roll the die. I invite dangers lest I would be fearless in facing demons, my own durance vile. I feel real pain no lesser than any ordinary man with no […]
Read more "I, Conquistador"I wandered the earth, pillaged old and broken dreams of the lost and the damned. I stole hopes and dreams of many, stripped and bore their souls to kingdom come. War ensued; not of borders, not of ideologies, not of poverty and wealth, not of religion. War; a conflict close and real. Prolonged and surreal. […]
Read more "Cocoon"I chased the sun before she left the sky. She was there up high in the air; suspended in amazing grace. She smiled down from the heavens, radiating life to us, to me. She’s a powerhouse, embraced in her own celestial sphere, all she needed was faith. The emptiness of space, written on her face. […]
Read more "Matahari"A watch is a watch; a matter It has a certain weight; a quantitative scale. This watch was a gift from my friends. Granted, it’s a blend of sophistication and class. That isn’t the main point. I love how comfortable it is, ensnaring; a tight good grip; resting comfortably on my wrist. I’ve grown fond […]
Read more "Totem"Crossing On A Thin Line by Anuar Tahir Chapter 5: Of Chances and Coincidences Beads of sweat trickled down Arnold’s forehead. He gripped both of the armrest; squeezing the life out of it. He shifted his legs and stood up; he looked straight into his lecturer’s tired and bloodshot eyes. “Poor Mr Jenkins, I understand […]
Read more "Crossing on A Thin Line"Crossing On A Thin Line by Anuar Tahir Chapter 4: Ordo ab chao(Out of chaos, order) Lovebirds smooched and hug one another to warm themselves. The rain hadn’t stop Paper planes flew across Arnold’s face. He did not flinch in any way. He looked straight towards the lecture stage; patiently waiting for Mr Jenkins to […]
Read more "Crossing on a Thin Line"Crossing On A Thin Line by Anuar Tahir Chapter 3: The Meeting of a Thousand Suns Arnold stood precariously at the sheltered bus stop. He tapped his fingers on his batman watch as he stared towards the empty distance. The watch showed 7.45am. He looked out to Lemmings road and wished that the straight bus […]
Read more "Crossing On A Thin Line"Crossing On A Thin Line by Anuar Tahir Chapter 2: The Calm Before the Storm An invigorating aroma from a piping hot cup of steamed milk permeated Arnold’s lifeless and cold bachelor’s room. There were towering stacks of books; namely theoretical books such as “Take Command” by Kelly Perdew. His old brown journal and exercise […]
Read more "Crossing On A Thin Line"Crossing On A Thin Line by Anuar Tahir Chapter 1: Maelstrom The south Westminster district was filled with a familiar cry of anguish. Beggars filled the streets. A scruffy-looking old man in his sixties with a tattered red and black blanket warmed his frail body. Beside him, a young girl in a grey worn-out sweater […]
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