Outside My Window

It’s late and the day is crawling away;
Perhaps the moon would come out to play,
Perhaps raindrops would wash the moon-glow,
Perhaps you are there outside my window,
Walking in the rain without an umbrella…

Perhaps I would take a walk,
Not with you – but with your memories,
Because you are a ghost,
Haunting outside my window…

Each time it rains,
I could hear your laughter,
And the memories would slowly drip,
Like some raindrops outside my window…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL October 2010

Little Things

Alone with my little thoughts,
In my own little world,
At a little place I love to dwell,
334 steps away from my door,
And raindrops keep falling…

I’m trapped;
But I am not going to try to be free,
Not because I loved being trapped,
It’s because I loved being alone,
In my own little world…

Let it rain all night long,
Let raindrops keep falling from the night sky,
I would stay in this little corner,
With my own little thoughts,
With my own little friends;
A little pencil,
And a shred of a little notepad…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

Distorted Face

Sometimes when you see a face,
It is distorted and not anatomically right,
But it is still a face that you know,
Or a face you don’t really know anymore.

People say I am what I am,
But probably he is only speculating,
Or hoping or believing,
Just to please his own aching heart.

The world is not anatomically right,
It is distorted with vengeance on its face;

And freedom is distorted like a face in a painting…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

The Vanishing Soul

Misty eyes,
Blurring your double visions,
Sadness and gloominess;
Scratching your tortured soul.

Dreams are far away;
Almost untouchable,
Yet you stand there,
Watching the merry world,
Laughing like hyenas.

What are you?
I am a bubble; beautiful but flimsy,
You would say.

Who are you?
I am a rainbow; pretty but unreal,
I would vanish when the vapors disappear;
You would say.

And why?
Because I am – you would say.

Time flies like a falling leaf,
The soul sings a sad song,
But it never says goodbye,
It does not know how.

Perhaps I know;
Not much, but I know.

I know that if I turn away,
I would never look back ever again.

The blue ocean would swallow me,
The setting sun would consume me,
And dusk would come,
The magic hour would leave,
And I shall be in the shadows of the night.

Forever; dark and mysterious…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

See You Again

See you in the morning,
When you wake up from your dream;

See you in the twilight,
When the sun is falling,
When the day is quitting,
When the sky is burning;

See you on the night,
When the moon is full,
When the clouds are drifting,
When the stars are twinkling,
When the owl is hooting;

See you in the spring,
When the flowers bloom;

See you next time,
If I’m still around…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

Waiting For Someone

Wait!
Is that – that someone?
Or are you just blind?

Sometimes that someone would come,
Sometimes that someone would keep you waiting,
And never comes…

Sometimes that someone would come back again,
Like a recurring season.

Sometimes you just wish that someone would never come at all,
Or perhaps you just wish that you never knew that someone at all…

Perhaps you just like to wait,
For that someone…

Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010

The Lost Passion

By profession, I was a banker right after college. Then I was wheedled into entertainment industry, which was actually already a part of my life since I was young.



I was a painter when I was a little 6 year old boy. I would paint all day long; and it came naturally without any formal training. I would paint landscapes, portraits, objects such as fruits and knickknacks items and events such as Word War II; soldiers with guns and exploding backgrounds. I would paint a football (soccer) goalkeeper diving to save a striker’s shot. Such was my passion with the game that I myself would become a goalkeeper as well later on.

But the most intriguing of all to me was calligraphy. It would need a certain graphic design intuition and understanding of the words being painted. It was helped of course by my grandpa who was an Imam at our local mosque; who would always love to see a verse from Al-Quran being painted into a beautiful artwork.

Immediately after MCE (Malaysia Certificate of Education) examinations and out of the Technical Institute where I took up a Building Construction course; I was offered to work as a Naval Draftsman at a shipyard – Limbungan Timur Sdn. Bhd. in my hometown Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia.

I was there for seven months and would then leave for my college education. The Naval Architect (an Englishman – his name has escaped my mind for some time; but I would remember him chain-smoking filter-less Blue Player’s Navy Cut cigarettes) at the shipyard was adamant that I should stay so he would be able to send me to Holland to study Naval Architecture.



Fate would rule the universe I was in; I would end up not staying. But I would remember during my first semester break to come back to the shipyard and learn that the Naval Architect was staying in a boat-house I designed for him before I left; just across the shipyard.

Off I went to UiTM, even leaving behind my Band-Mates (I was a lead guitarist and a lead singer) and my first real girlfriend. She would later marry a guy because she would not wait for me to finish college and would envision me leaving her for someone who would be far more attractive and intelligent than a kampung (village) girl like her. I would come back to attend her wedding and watched her being solemnized as someone’s else wife.

I would then engrossed myself in music. I would later (after my banking days) become a pop singer and venture into TV and Film-making as well as Animations; thus finishing a full circle – back to my first love, art and design.

But I would not draw or paint anymore. The passion has left me together with those moments that flew away. I would just sit in front of my digital companions; workstations, applications, soft-wares, whatever-wares; and meddle with those mind-boggling artificial intelligent beings.

Perhaps time would bestow me with that love one more time – and I would be happy to just stroll along beautiful landscapes and start painting them again; passionately and lovingly.