I Shall Walk Through The Night

The rain has stopped,
And the grass is wet,
Misty air hung with a sweet smell,
Of flowers and fresh leaves…

The night shivered with forgotten love,
Of shattered hearts and broken promises,
Cold wind caresses my weathered face,
Whispering words long ago vanished…

Do you still look up the sky,
And watch the lonely moon?

I am walking through the night,
Searching for your tender voice,
Seeking for your heartbeats,
Are you still there watching the stars?

The birds are sleeping,
But an owl is hooting,
And across the blue spreading sky,
I could hear laughter amongst the clouds…

Is it your laughter?
Is it your mirth and glee?
Perhaps you are joyous with happiness,
Perhaps you have found your garden of love…

I shall walk through the night,
Again and again and again,
Until the night burns and scorches,
Until time runs and hides…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL January 2011

Dearest Mum and Dad

If they are still here,
Love them like never before,
If they have been gone,
Remember them;
As long as you breathe the morning air,
As long as you see the rainbow across the sky…

Never regret any day worth living,
For they are our love worth giving…

If you are who you are,
It is because of their loving hearts,
Do they not worry, even if you don’t care?
Do they not love you, even if you don’t?

Cry not if they are not here,
For they are waiting for us,
In His Garden of Eden,
With love never extinguished…

Dearest Mum and Dad,
I’m honored to be your son,
Even if I’m not the best son you would want,
I shall cease to live in sorrow and sadness,
Knowing that your love shall heal my aching heart,
Forever and beyond…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL January 2011

A Sketch Of Memories

The drizzle splashes on your mind,
Damping your rigorous soul,
Waking some vigorous memories,
Among the fractures of life…

Falling leaves dance in the wind,
Fairy blue birds fly with chirps and tweets,
While flowers bloom on the grassy knoll,
Among the butterflies on the rolling field…

The rainbow spread beyond the yonder,
Filtering the colors of our emotions,
Merging into the open mirror of life,
Floating like a sweeping dream…

Behold the breeze that brings happiness,
Or the storm that churns the memories,
The blue azure sky asunder,
Would sometimes turns gray in sadness…

Row your emotions and sail your memories,
The hanging sky is your destiny,
The horizon is in the distant,
And the sun is turning ember…

Be there before the night fall,
Before the moon hides behind the clouds,
Let us sketch our memories,
Before the stars snatch them away…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL January 2011

Love Is A Formula

If ever you could live again,
Would you love the same people?
Would you take the same path to love;
And would you utter the same words of love?

If tomorrow does not come,
Would you stay here forever?
If yesterday is not dead,
Would you visit the day again?

If ever I could, I would love;
More than yesterday,
More than today,
More than everyday added together…

You can add,
You can subtract,
You can multiply,
And you can divide;
But if ever you want to be a success in love,
Be a mathematician,
For love is a formula…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL January 2011

Fly Me Through The Sunset

About 8.30 pm – Thursday; December 9th, 2010. It was just another day – but maybe it was not.

I was about to enter my beloved Ford (I don’t drive – my wife is the pilot) when my cellular phone rang. I picked up the call without closing the vehicle’s door. My wife stalled our Ford – waiting for me to close the door so we could be on our way. My five kids were chatting relentlessly in their seats – making merry in their own felicitous world.

A voice came over the phone’s speaker. An unfamiliar voice, but only for some brief moments.

“Ali Sobree, is that you?”

“Yes, I am he.”

“I am Ariffin.”



Instinctively I knew the man.

A long long time ago – in perhaps a parallel life once written in the cosmos; we were buddies, fast friends, the best of friends or whatever string of words you wish to call it.

Fate would have us go our own way and we would be missing each other in life’s own transit for some 35 years, a decidedly long period of blank space in our mortal life.

The rest is history, as they would always love to say.

Ariffin came over to my humble place with his wife and their youngest kid, a lovable, joyous and vibrant son. He’s got two daughters but they were not with him – they are abroad doing their studies at this time of our little rendezvous – or was it a reunion of sort? It matters not.

He’s still a friend I used to know – as a matter of fact.

I was happy to see him again, even at the third and perhaps the last phase of our life. We were in our teenage years when we got to know each other. We were inseparable and we were adventurous and we were joyful, making merry with whatever we did; be it studying or playing.

The world has changed around us; but I would still feel the warmth of his friendship. Perhaps it would last until the end of our days. Perhaps – God willing.

Right now he is a Captain with Korean Air – and I am damn proud of him. He called me a genius, but perhaps he is the real genius one.

I certainly wish that he would remember me as one if not his best buddy when he looks out of his cockpit and watch the streaming golden light beyond the horizon as he flies his Boeing 777.

As I ponder about our friendship; I know this beautiful and gorgeous moment would fly me through the same sunset.

Go on my brother – spread your wings and fly like an eagle. I shall be here looking up to watch you cruising in the shadow of the cloud above…

Pictures, Words and Songs

Many years ago when I was small,
I saw some pictures in the blue sky,
And so I painted them onto some drawing blocks…

Years later;
I saw some words besides the moon and the stars,
And so I wrote down words into my notebook,
And sometimes on some little scraps of papers…

A few years later;
I heard some tunes playing beyond the clouds above,
And so I wrote some songs,
And I sang them…

But I am no one,
I am just a man;
Who found pictures, words and songs…

Perhaps there are other things in life,
Perhaps there are better things in life,
But I am a man with pictures, words and songs…

And I shall go on;
Watching the blue sky,
Watching the moon and the stars,
Watching some clouds passing by…

I shall watch sunsets beyond the horizon too,
Perhaps angels would be there in a moment,
Listening to the rhythm of my heart…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL December 2010

Take A Ride

Yesterday is not dead,
It is just gone,
Spinning into the realm of our memories,
Together with our happiness,
Together with our sadness,
Or together with both…

Life spins,
Like a wheel of fortune,
And when it stops,
You know not where you are;
You might be somewhere in the kingdom of the undesirables,
Or you would end up in a beautiful garden of heavenly bliss,
Or at a rim of a menacing black hole;
Standing by to usurp you into nothingness…

Would you dare to ride again,
On your wheel of fortune?
And would you care if it spins at all?

I would take a ride through a wormhole,
For I am an adventurer with a yearning soul,
Take me to the land of a million sorrows,
And I shall be there without fear of any tomorrow…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL November 2010