The Raised Flag

The future stands tall with the Raised Flag.

I once stood on a pavement

The day the world remembers

as Independence Day.

And looked up at the Raised Flag.

The stark reality of promise

where the diverse lived

free as freed 

and felt a sudden exaltation

to be a part of a beautiful nation

I call home.

Merdeka, Merdeka, the road that we took together

Has never been a straight one

like reaching a place revered

We braved the unknown and faltered many times

 through our courage and grit

We lifted ourselves

to reach the finish line

empowered and strengthened, united in spirit.

In a Raised Flag, our future lies

Our future generation carries our pride

For what is a nation if it goes unrecognised

and not have a symbol to carry "as mine."

Selamat Hari Merdeka to all Malaysians Everywhere.

Malaysia celebrates 68 years of Independence today.

May God bless and keep our Land safe from the calamities of any nature.

Amen.

-shobana-

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I call this non-stop writing when there isn't an end to expect or foresee, and when the early hours of the daylight has turned into a mid-afternoon scorching, burning the clothes that dry outside and torching our bodies with heat or when it seems like the weather is cool with a sullen looking sky above, the heat blowing in the winds says otherwise, as you wish you were soaking somewhere North, where spring is just beginning with flora and fauna looking lush and aflame with blooms and think, I might just forget this yearning for things far from reach and stay afresh inside my home with the air-con running though the electricity bill at the end of the month might scare the life out of your measly body and you fall dead on the couch with no one really knowing the reason why you died.

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If I had a Son

If I had a Son

I’d be as happy as I am with my daughters.

The girls would go crazy - for sure.

He wouldn’t do drugs

He could try a cigarette or two

And know the effects of nicotine

He’d paint the world with words

Just as I do

And add colour to the lives of others

At one I’d teach him to write

Yes, at one

I’d let him hold the pencil tight

And scribble on paper and not on walls, haha

We’d go to the park together

I’d show him the beauty of nature

But, most of all

I’d take him to the beach,

We’d swim and take long walks

Collect sea shells

And wait till the sun sets.

He’d want to know where the seagulls went off to 

Each evening

They are migrating birds, I’d say

As if he knew it all the day he was born.

If I had a Son

He’d be a rising star

A wonderful human being

When a man he’d 

Be the perfect gentleman.

-shobana-

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In the keys of a piano is refuge

Outside, the world was in shatters

Unacceptable

Incomprehensible

Helpless, a void filled me

I found a voice

In the keys of a piano is refuge

the highs and the lows

Were the notes that spoke of my heart

The lows sounded harsh 

undebatable even

The high notes disappeared 

somewhere irreversible

the highs of triumph

 were happy thoughts

of the ones with laughter on their lips

the ones that cared not for grief

the ones that lived

I played as if obsessed

The need for clarity, high

If not for war, at least for love

If not for peace, at least for harmony.

Meandering towards the high notes

My fingers trail.

-shobana-

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