When you bet your life on a hunch or a quick glimpse of hope, everything else becomes less daunting.

All it takes is a gentle prick.

The thing is, I pride myself of this and that, being different from this or that.
I was careful. I persevered, under many circumstance I yield.
But I remain tough. Invincible, I was untouchable.
I dodged lightnings, I break waves.
I was proud.
I was..

Between me and my principles,
moral obligations; modern and traditional, nothing can divide.
My mindset, perfect.
Guided by the best, I act.
My dreams and the decisions I make
reflect an inspired mission steered by dedication of an inspirited son to a father,
a brother to a sister,
a friend or lover to the cherished or loved.
For all but myself, I gave my best.
For what's right, for them, I'll fight.
Everything, I've tried..

But the gentle human heart often disregard any concealed good.
As it craves accolades for every deed, to feed itself for every feat.
But..
To be able to give without expecting any return.
To relinquish the throne for no bone.
To put a smile on someone just to see it glow for someone else!
To believe that the heart will not desire! That it will not hope!
Must the heart pursue or shall it be let down the slope?
Wishing upon an empty dream until the sun shines again?
Am I but a fool!

It takes mere words to pierce the hidden muscle.
Just a tender sincere touch to soothe any pain.
But..
The smile, the glistening eyes projects the confined heart.
Or..
Your choice of poison, don't restrain.
For a gentle prick has crippled the greatest.
Handicapped, filled with doubts and questions.
No equivocal answers, no need for excuses.
Spare the heart, take it out, don't leave any bruises.


Ahmad Zaki 
(Unedited. To be edited)