I Wonder

Wawan: This I made for leisure..

I Wonder

I wonder if dreams are made up of clouds,

Because it’s so far away from me that it shrouds,

I wonder if hopes are made from water,

Because it’s too deep and it’s making me falter.

I wonder if friends are made from glass,

Because it shatters by knuckles made of brass,

I wonder if boredom are made from glue,

Because it just won’t get away from you.

I wonder if men are from Mars,

Because we are not meant to bear such scars,

I wonder if women are from Venus,

Because they are good with plus and minus.

I wonder

I wonder

Memories at Serau village

Wawan: I wrote this when I'm back at Kelantan (which is my home)

Memories at Serau village

I remember my time at Serau village,
Every second there was a privilege,
It was indeed better than expected,
Since this everyone does not expected.

The air were fresh and clean,
I felt like it cleanse even my spleen,
The house that I stay there is cold shiver,
It is not just because it’s near the river.

As I went to venture with a motorcycle,
I also look closely at the nature’s cycle,
As I was amazed of the beauty of nature,
I am glad this experiences I capture.

Lots of things I did happily there,
Playing traditional “gasing” here and there,
Lame and easy fishing in a pond,
Easy to catch as if I was using a wand.

Three days of being there was over,
It is time for me to return to my real home,
My feeling torn between like a clover,
It is sad considering I also consider Serau,
As a home.

P/s: Thank you all the people at Serau village. You all will be a memory that I would not forget my entire life. Thank you.

A well-ended night

Wawan: I wrote this just after getting back to the hostel after the farewell dinner..

A well-ended night

Tonight there was a farewell dinner,
Where all students were there but whiners,
Told to wear clothes of strips and flowers,
Well there is no need for all to be cowers.

And as I enter the hall,
I lean slowly against the wall,
I can clearly see that the place is nice,
Although it is not what my friends would realize.

There is no need to be heist,
As the food are distributed by the wise,
Ignoring this and you may pay the price,
Wait and see what in the future lies.

The dolls in the hall were wearing nice,
Black stripes although yellow nor green were not suffice,
Flowery grows in the buds of shirts,
Oh if you’re not within the theme then it’ll hurt.

Flashy light kept blinking my vision,
It is indeed a well-guess intuition,
That everyone in the hall was happy,
It does not matter if you think you’re crappy.

The Time

Wawan: I wrote this as a result of boredom for not getting answers in my literature final exam..

The Time

Time passes by,
When stakes are high,
Cold hall bright with light,
Find the answers I do not might.


This poem I write while in the test,
When this test I thought is a mess,
Boy I hope this time will pass,
Because surely I could not see the grass.


Is the grass greener at the other side?
Or it is just a saying that is not right.
I’m looking for a future that can shone bright,
Boy what a surprise if I’m just right.


I will just fly where the wind take me,
Maybe it’s the best choice that I can see,
It is better than just lying down at night,
With darkness descends before I can even fight.

Darkness Decends

Wawan: At this time, it was a torrential rain.....

Darkness decends

A storm is approaching,

Who knows when the darkness come crawling,

As I see the trees are waving,

When I hear the keys goes clanking.

Rain will soon pelt upon us,

Run away from it we all must,

When the torrential rain will fall,

That is when disappeared we shall.

Darkness will come to bind us,

Being prepared for it we all must,

Remember my words my dear friends,

It is all up to your hands.

Run away before the darkness binds you,

Run away before the darkness finds you,

Darkness shall come,

Darkness shall come.