Tag: Malay

A SONG OF THE WIND 

I surrender my body and soul 
to smoke, steam, and mist, 
which I gather with one last fibre of strength. 
Listen to this lonesome song, 
for the sun is envious of my existence.
This life yearns for separation; 
frailty is only human. 
Ballads after ballads you would know. 
An honest young man is always chided for his age. 
The unending love of parents 
sometimes makes them act as dictators.
If you feel life as silkworms 
dreaming of freedom, 
just remember your wings have broken 
the moment you willingly accept 
the smoothness of silk.
If the clouds are too heavy 
for the roof of your home, 
call the wind, summon the earth. 
Then you would taste the sweetness of charity.
But remember, 
a barren land sometimes is best left barren, 
for art also seeks justice. 
Proclaim, but do not claim, 
for your worth is still in a balance.
As life is a bountiful gift, 
be discreet in giving alms, 
but you must be brave to challenge, 
although it means 
you have to burn a piece of love letter.
For God is closer than your jugular vein.
I come to you from a dusty journey 
where I gather smiles from smoke, steam, and mist. 
Listen to this lonesome song for a while, 
for I am envious of the ensuing dusk.

MOTHER

Oh, Allah, 
I know of your Love 
from the binjai which she craved for— 
a slice from the only fruit plucked by a neighbour.
I know of your Mercy 
from the warmth of the womb that protects a soul, 
a frail presence in want of a mouthful of rice mixed 
with soy sauce and fried fish, 
under the thick foliage of the tree of Time, 
offering shade to the unfolding age.
The moment she left to meet You, 
the tree of Hope fell; 
the kingdom of the Hereafter shook in my soul. 
Parting will ultimately lead to meeting again.
Only to You I surrender, 
begging for your love for Mother— 
a straight path tracing her footsteps; 
asking for your mercy for Mother— 
which overrides your wrath over my life astray; 
seeking your gentle affection, 
as warm as Mother’s fingers.

TWEET

The chirping has escaped the cage. 
The chirping is free; the trap is empty. 
The chirping is returned and received. 
The chirping is delirious on the rotten branch.
Your tail searches for the nest, 
Your claws clench the twigs, 
Your wings sift the wind, 
Your beak catches the worm, 
Your eyes survey the rainbow.
Hey you, the bird which has escaped! 
Hey you, the bird which is free! 
You bring along the cage in your flight. 
The trap awaits your return.
If your tail is not guided by faith, 
If your claws are not holding on to good deeds, 
If your wings are not spreading grace, 
If your beak is not chirping gratitude, 
If your eyes are not seeking redemption— 
Your song is a caged cry, 
Your tweet is a prisoned anguish. 
The resplendent feathers that you show off 
are hiding a sadness as wide as the sky.

THE TRAIN

The door will close.
If religion is the track, 
it does not determine 
the path and destination for commuters. 
They board and alight at different stations, 
not the one, not the only one, not the same always.
Religion is like a map; 
it does not make life boring, 
does not block a journey, 
shows the path anywhere you go, 
not the one, not the only one, not the same always.
We are not carriages 
that do not have choices. 
Just make sure the meandering path is fun and secure, 
the last stop safe and peaceful.
The door will close. 
The One awaits there, 
wherever it is.

Isa Kamari has written 12 novels, 3 collections of poetry, a collection of short stories, a book of essays on Singapore Malay poetry, a collection of theatre scripts and lyrics of 3 music albums, all in Malay. His novels have been translated into English, Turkish, Urdu, Arabic, Indonesian, Jawi, Russian, French, Spanish, Korean, Azerbaijan and Mandarin. Several of his essays and selected poems have been translated into English. Isa was conferred the S.E.A Write Award from Thailand (2006), the Singapore Cultural Medallion (2007), the Anugerah Tun Seri Lanang (2009) from the Singapore Malay Language Council, and the Mastera Literary Award (2018) from Brunei Darussalam.

He obtained a BArch (Hons) from the National University of Singapore in 1989, an MPhil (Malay Letters) from Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia in 2008 and is currently pursuing a PhD programme at the Academy of Islamic Studies, Univeristi Malaya. His area of research is on the problem of alienation and the practice of firasat (spiritual intuition) in selected Singapore Malay novels.

The Lost Mantras is a collection that blends spirituality, Malay cultural heritage, and universal human experience. First published as part of Menyap Cinta (Love Greetings, 2022, Nuha Books KL), these poems are like a bridge between mysticism and everyday life, where traditional images (betel, jasmine, kris[1], oil lamps, setanjak[2]) are woven with Qur’anic echoes, prayers, and existential questioning. The collection carries a Sufi resonance—always circling back to longing, humility, surrender, and beauty as signs of God. The poems are not only lyrical but also function as cultural memory: they preserve Malay traditions, communal practices, and village life, while situating them in a cosmic framework of faith, sin, and redemption. The use of Malay customs, rituals, and objects is powerful: it asserts that spirituality is not abstract but embedded in heritage. This makes the collection uniquely Southeast Asian despite its universal in appeal.

[1]A dagger

[2] Malay headgear

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