Everything human is vain; for man, during his life on earth, is more transient than all things in nature, whose unchangeable course he admires, but does not comprehend.

the study of lone objects. left alone and rejected. nobody hears the pleas of the lonely heart. they are crying inside. their voices remains echoes in the bustling cities. nobody pays any attention. nobody took notice. the small little things in life are taken for granted once again. we see them everywhere. they are sitting next to u in the mrt train. they walk down the aisle of the shopping malls besides u. they are looking at u with sadness in their eyes. but we never stopped to listen to their stories. we never stop. and they are the ones that get joy when one day they are able to reach the sky. n fly.

everybody needs a chance to redeem himself.
its not about what others think.
its whats real in your heart.
i felt the hurt too. you try so hard to elude that feeling.
but once again you've failed.

everybody had gone thru good and bad.
i gave my heart to you.
cos nothing in this world can compare to you.
but until the end of time i cant get hold of you.
now we try to understand the greater meaning.
we try to learn the aura of things.
we strive to discover the human sentiment.




-experiments on aura-

as we grow older, we need to open up our arms more.
its not about the people that we distrust.
its the society and their tricks.
yes we are bounded to their rules.
we are obliged to serve their purpose.
we cannot love freely the person we adore.

the unjustice was left dead today.
we cannot fix anybody's pain.
human emotions are delicate and self-sufficient.
we rather watch the world go by.
then to make the same mistakes again.
nobody has the rights to take your happiness away.



photos taken at changi prison

revolution inside my soul

photography. poetry. sounds. visuals. i am into a transition. distant is the moment of self-ignorance. much aware of whats going on in my mind right now. a revolution. an uprising. a mutiny of my raging soul




taken with an agfa precise ct100-vivitar

awake thee dark poetry

the veil was lifted from the Chosen One's eyes
and his soul for a moment was lifted with divine
Ecstasy.... when this passed
and he returned to the world of Time
and circumstance and this world of Sense,
he felt like one whose eyes had seen
a light of dazzling beauty, and felt dazed
on his return to common sights,
the darkness now seemed tenfold dark
the solitude seemed tenfold empty
the mount of Hiraq, henceforth known
as the Mountain of Light. the mere shell
of an intense memory. was it a dream?
terror seized his limbs and he straightaway sought
her who shared his inmost life
and told her of his exaltation
and the awful void when the curtain closed......

-a verse from the holy qur'an