BY THE BAY
Breeze of the sea, smell of the sand,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             its been awhile. Since I last work on my tan,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        as thing divert, not according to plan,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            finding yourself, in no man’s land,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    all this time, I got away and ran                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 then I questioned myself, until when?      
Feeling at lost, sitting by the bay,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              searching for WHY, under this hot midday,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  sound of crashing waves, coming my way,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             leaving to embrace, come what may,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            up to them, what  ever they want to say,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as we are all humans, made of clay                 
Break the walls down, bring down the gate,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 time to rise up, above all the hate,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        a new song, in my mind it serenades,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             so be strong, to endure fate,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          tomorrow will be better, so don’t be afraid,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     pick yourself, its time to create. 

Danga Bay,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            26/12/2020 


 
HEARTFUL STATE OF MIND 
I close my eyes, though I couldn’t sleep tonight,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Cloud on my mind, it doesn’t feel alright,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Is it the heat, or just flashing light?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Uncertainty of the future, made me so fright,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            What ever it is, whatever it might,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             My eyes wide open, everything at sight….                        
I wait for the dream, that haunted me forever,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Even if I realize, reality would be never,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Though my hope has gone, they made me a believer,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            She’s all I talk about, she is my savior,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                When can I get through, away from this fever?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I’ll sit down rite here, waiting to deliver……  
It’s not her face, that made me smile,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Nor that angelic voice, that made me wild,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  But the pain she gone through, adding to a pile,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            A never ending storm, as long as the Nile,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Seems like forever, but it’s worth my while,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Hope I don’t flutter, when I start to dial….  



WE THERE YET…..? 
How long we have to wait                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           been sitting here just like a bait                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   fury because they’re late                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      may be That just our fate….
Hearing repetition over a year,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        you told me its so near,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         but all I see is tear                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           yet you were never fear……
Don’t think I’m up to it,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to see you take the heat,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                to be hearing all those wit,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             rather just shut up and sit….

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Born in Sydney, Australia in 1983, Jaa Jasril or his actual name Lukman Jasril Hamzah started writing at the age of 18, while still a student of Sports Science in University of Malaya, Malaysia. Being an ardent fan of Rap and hip-hop genre of music, Jaa wrote rhymes and was strongly influenced by Tupac Shakur, Taleb Kwali, Jay-Z, Kanye West  etc. His rhymes were written in English and published on his blog and was highly rated by an American based online magazine of young writers in early 2000. Jaa is currently a Trainer’s Trainer in EW Gyms in Malaysia. Jaa still writes  to express himself and recreational purposes.