I step downward from the staircase of
I step on the runway at the Kualar Lumpur
“THE NEW WAY TO THE WORLD” it’s
called. Huh! I exclaim.
The gnarly control tower, like the exterior of a
World-class stadium, could be
mistaken for a presidential palace with easy-peasy.
I move to the to core of Kuala Lumpur, to catch a
Rewarding glimpse on the previous closest building to
Heaven – Petronas Twin Tower -
A bullet-shaped edifice, pointing to the sky,
Glassy, steely, and corrugated skinned, illuminating from Within, like
I flip to the still water in the fog drunken Mulu Cave,
Then go over to view the orphaned Orangutans at
The Sepilok Rehabilitation Centre,
I can also not forget the squirming skinny grasses, like snakes,
Slithering on the limpid sand of Langkawi, like worms slipping through
Slippery corners of a batty bathroom, facing,
A see through beach, sluggishly dribbling around,
With many layers on its surface, like
The sporting waves. On the left side of its bank, a moderate hill,
Covered thoroughly by nourished green plants,
Like a head wearing a wig, relaxes.
Mount Kinabalu, a thumping rock with
the shape of Australian map from a
Distance, It’s ululated acme, so beautiful,
That white smokes from the sky settle therein, like we (humans) settle on
I hear about 326 species of feathers, and about
100 of our little brothers, enchanted by its sweetness.
The Taman Negara, a radiant aged tropical forest the
Guide tells me, the longest canopy walkway in the
World, he adds.
I see an Indian tourist walking with his
Toes on the thinnest footpath one could
Ever think off, hanging slightly loosed in a height (up to 30 feet),
Swinging slowly, like a cloth spread on a line, shaken by gentle breeze.
The barbed wire parapets, as tall as the
Shoulder of the lanky Indian,
The huge photosynthetic atmosphere below, an estate for
Many Asian elephants, tigers, leopards and rhinos (I didn’t
See any though.)
Georgetown inner city, or perchance, Chinese City,
The town that keeps the name of Britain’s
King George III, from joining him in his
Hanging on the Northeast of Penang Island,
With perpetual gratitude to providence
For making it the most comely architectural creation in
The full length of Southeast Asia.
The Cameron highland, a colonial gift,
An octogenarian slope topography, yet
Covered in ageless green grasses,
With repeated lines, like those on tyres.
Wet daily with the collective sweat of the feet of 34 thousand
Malays, Chinese and Indians,
I turn the last page of my magical Malaysian tour
Hesitantly, like a prisoner, asked to
Return back to his jail after a transient talk with his visiting wife.
My friend asks me to pass the Malaysian
Travel book I’ve been obsessively scanning
for hours to him.