Teman. Kekasih. Teman-kekasih.


Seorang teman-kekasih akan membawa dan memberi yang terbaik kepada anda dari dua dunia yang berbeza – dunia persahabatan dan dunia romantis.

Seorang teman-kekasih melengkapkan ciri yang selama ini tidak cukup dalam identiti anda dan memperbaiki sifat yang selama ini menjadi kelemahan dalam personaliti anda.



Teman-kekasih lama. Teman hidup baru. Kasih-cinta lagi?


 * Petikan e-mel saya kepada seseorang yang bertanya tentang perhubungan kasih-cinta. Beliau dalam dilema sama ada untuk kembali mencari teman-kekasih lama atau untuk meneruskan perhubungan dengan teman-kekasih (suami) sekarang. Perkahwinan mereka dirasakan semakin hambar dan juga membosankan serta hilang serinya. Dan pada waktu yang sama, teman-kekasih lama telah menyapa beliau kembali…

We make choices each and every day. Ada pilihan yang mudah dan kecil, ada yang sukar dan implikasinya terlalu besar. Memilih untuk bergerak ke depan, pasti membawa erti kita perlu meninggalkan apa yang di belakang. Dan… memilih untuk bersama seseorang bererti kita akan menutup pula ruang untuk orang lain.

Kadangkala memori masa silam akan timbul kembali – brought forward by a familiar place, a smell, a taste. Dan kita akan cenderung mengingat kembali si dia yang sudah kita tinggalkan dalam lipatan memori. Tiba-tiba sahaja kita sudah berada pada waktu itu, dengan si dia, berkongsi masa dan rasa sekali lagi.


Three poems on LOVE = ahava, amour, cinta, liebe, pyaar, sarane


From waayyy back in February 2002, from six writings on the age of story of love, I present to you but only three. This emotion called love, is just so damn bloody difficult to understand, what more when it involves two persons who are not the same and can never be the same.

In the end, would it’ve been better to have loved and lost or to not to have loved at all? Who knows. Maybe, perhaps. Who the hell knows…



A poem for all of us who ‘think’ that we are authors and writers

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Teech Airil sez – I’ve always been fascinated by the process of thinking and writing, some authors like Stephen King can write at the rate a modern factory produces cars, others write short thought provoking thought pieces that will leave us in awe of the power of the written word.

This pre year 2000 poem below, was the result of my own frustrations in trying to write things for the Warwick University Writing Programme. Well i can tell you in the here and now, that none of my works were ever chosen and i was never inducted into the prestigious programme. But hey, we write, we get rejected (like we always do) and we live on to write another day… right?

Thank God for weblogs, Warwick Writing Programme kiss my brown ass!!!

Attending to the Form

I am an apprentice creator
(sometimes i think i’m a writer)
within these walls I create
(when everyone else is sleeping)

Sometimes i think that i am a writer...


Beget Inc: the era of made-to-order cute little human babies?

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Teech Airil sez – I wrote this pre-year 2000 poem with the future clearly in my mind. Advancements in genetics and life sciences will one day allow us to make the sentiments in this poem a reality – and create a made-to-order baby! Will that day be the dawn of the next step in human evolution? Or will it lead the end of our humanity as we know it? Well… you decide for yourself.

Beget Inc


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I hate my mother /and/ The Grand Dame


Teech Airil sez – These two poems from 1998 mean a lot to me (of course). The first is really about my own mother after i thought long and hard about why we sometimes disagree with each other, well, most times at that time in my life really. The second is about my great grandmother who has since passed away, inspired by my idle chats with her before i left for the UK and the few years after, during my summer holidays. She passed away when i was still doing my degree. Al-Fatihah…

I’ve always had a soft spot for the many strong and wonderful women in my life, and my own mother, grandmother, great grandmother and mom-in-law are on top of the list!

I Hate My Mother

I hate my Mother because
I have too much of her in me

Layer upon layers of smiles and tears


The mass cemetery (of budding young poets)


Teech Airil sez – This poem from way back in 1998 was from my observation of a poetry lesson during English period, if i am not wrong, at Myton Secondary in Warwick, England where i was attached for a while. I also found the inspiration in my own students in Malaysia during my summer teaching stints.

Basically it is about young people trying to write creatively, and us old people not giving them much credit and criticising them like no tomorrow instead of finding their strength… sad, isn’t it?

The Mass Cemetery of Budding Young Poets

In the place between sleep and wake
I stumbled upon a huge cave
Where darkness escapes light
And anguish and fear and loss
Live amongst in-betweened souls

A cave of unmarked graves
In them skulls and bones from the ages
When Adam and Eve walked
Until the hour of the second coming
A cave of desolate souls

And, what could be more of a tragedy?


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