Boekhtiar

"The River Flows OnHail thee of crystalline grace, That Time nor Age has erased,Thy shimmering salient weave,Thy tinkling turbulent heave,Brought tears to these old eyes,Who has but seen bitter lies.To..."

"ForeverThe aspen is forever green,Where friendship lingers innocently,Under the dance of a thousand leaves,Blessed by the angelic whispers of serenity.The sun is forever bright,Where gaiety does festi..."

"In the Cursed ValleyThere in a desolate pass,Where Night's ravens made their nest,A lonely tree against the ochre dust,Stoops somberly, waiting to rest.Obscured by the dark foliage,Lies a cold, obsole..."

"As The Wind Blows In the Cursed ValleyThere in a desolate pass,Where Night's ravens made their nest,A lonely tree against the ochre dust,Stoops somberly, waiting to rest.Obscured by the dark foliage,L..."

"The Field that Never WasA lonely raven's feverish flight,Across an ashen field that hides,Deep in winter's shadowy night,Foretelling of Doom's early rides.Through icy wrath he fights on,For cover in t..."

"Darkness...  A  l  o  n  e  while   the    water  dripped  from  the stalag  tite  on  to  the  sta lagmite f...o...r...e...v...e...r...By Boekhtiar bin Borhanuddin (Circa 2001)A attempt on f..."

"Does it matter...? Does it matter for me, If the sun rises from the West, Or if the stars disappear, From the Heaven above? Does it cheer me to have, The earth as my pillow, Or briars for my bed, In..."

"A Painting In A House On A Desolate Hill In a house on a desolate hill, Whose name was but forgotten still, Within a room once full of livery, Hung a painting of great mystery. As I quietly observed..."