tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240821385701276612024-02-20T22:00:13.256+11:00kiambang.tentang seseorang.asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-32643582148878016622022-04-28T19:18:00.001+10:002022-04-28T19:18:11.413+10:00Ayah<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ayah,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Begitu mudah,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Memanggil mu, suatu
ketika itu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Di situ, setia
menunggu, anak mu<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Bercerita, bercoleteh
bagaikan tok guru<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tersenyum, gurau mu
mencuit hati ibu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ayah,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Dalam semalam,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ada dendam yang tidak
pernah padam<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Saat tangan mu ku
genggam<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Melafazkan kata
seberat alam<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Melihat mata mu
terpejam<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ayah,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Begitu sepi,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Panggilan itu, saat
ini.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tiada lagi yang
menanti, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tiada lagi yang mengerti,
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kau telah pergi<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ke negeri abadi.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ayah,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Pergi mu mudah<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Pusara mu indah<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Pada nisan tidak
bernama<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Pohon melur mekar
berbunga<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Ku panjatkan doa<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Agar disana,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Luas taman mu,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Indah perhiasan mu,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Aman pendamping mu<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tenang lah rohmu, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Sedang kami, didakap rindu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Hingga kita bertemu
lagi,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Di bawah rahmat Ilahi.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Salam Akhir Ramadhan<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">1443 Hijrah<o:p></o:p></span></p>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-24689835811343890722020-09-04T16:05:00.001+10:002020-09-04T16:05:13.717+10:00cinta<p>Usia tidak seharusnya membataskan cinta.</p><p>sering yang tergambar pada citra itu</p><p>teruna dan dara yang baru mengenal rasa</p><p>sedang itu, jauh dari dari pengertianya</p><p><br /></p><p>sedang cinta itu tidak dibatasi apa-apa</p><p>mahupun siapa, mahupun bila, mahupun usia</p><p><br /></p><p>cinta sering terlihat pergi</p><p>sedang dia masih di situ</p><p>terlipat dalam lipatan masa dan kekalutan kehidupan</p><p>dia duduk di situ menyaksikan wujudnya terlupakan</p><p>cinta tidak mati,</p><p>tetapi menjadi saksi </p><p>pada kedut di tangan</p><p>mengiringi suapan makan </p><p>pada getar bicara</p><p>mengepung air mata</p><p>pada keruh keringat</p><p>mencari nikmat</p><p>pada kaku ucapan</p><p>menahan perasaan</p><p>dan pada diam</p><p>yang tidak pernah padam</p><p><br /></p><p>cinta itu ada,</p><p><br /></p><p>cuma bayangnya tiada.</p>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-49308702970389752382013-12-12T23:46:00.000+11:002013-12-12T23:51:04.048+11:00To ErtheA promise was made here<br />
to a man thousands miles yonder<br />
my monotonous ode to him<br />
goes unsung in the wind<br />
<br />
A handful of hopes is hard to cope<br />
A brimming love fits like a glove<br />
Head and heart finally concurred <br />
These hands shall eventually join<br />
<br />
I chose him, for the same reason<br />
<div>
Luna chooses Erthe, and stays<br />
O thee, my centre of gravity<br />
A Divine decreed, oh! what a wonder!<br />
Accept me in darkness, see me clearer<br />
I shall be around, till heaven asunder.<br />
<br />
...................................................<br />
<br />
<i>My nerves are all jittery<br />My eyes are watery<br />Oh! Am I crying or indeed laughing<br />Is this not what I've been wanting</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i></div>
asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-32473151768279820982013-09-08T22:57:00.002+10:002013-09-08T22:59:04.738+10:00Rabu Lalutelah berlaku, maksudku berlalu<br />
<div>
sejak hari itu, hari Rabu, </div>
<div>
bukan! ianya Sabtu.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
satu persatu</div>
<div>
dalam kiraan beribu</div>
<div>
abjad-abjad waktu</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
aku tidak lagi di situ</div>
<div>
cerita baharu, baru! </div>
<div>
ejaan baru untuk baharu itu baru.</div>
<div>
oh, selingan di situ.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
iya! seperti kata ibuku</div>
<div>
masin mulut mu</div>
<div>
garam suapan ku</div>
<div>
kini akan berlalu</div>
<div>
maksudku berlaku!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-74829338320739752242012-10-28T16:08:00.000+11:002012-10-28T16:08:28.656+11:00Perempuan Gila Masa KiniAku baca kembali bicara semalam pada nada yang beza<br />
Lama sudah aku tidak menulis dengan rima yang jujur dari dada<br />
Bahasa ibunda, biasa tapi mesra.<br />
<br />
Orang bilang menulis rima bahasa<br />
mudah, a, a, a, a, a, rimanya akan ada<br />
ah mana sama, yang bermakna dan yang tiada<br />
kan makna puisi itu pada pembaca bukan penulisnya.<br />
<br />
Ini pula bukan puisi, bukan juga hanya rima<br />
Ya, suka itu pada rima, seperti sukanya aku pada rupa kamu<br />
tapi cinta hadir pada cerita, seperti cintanya aku pada jiwa kamu<br />
Cerita berbeza, perempuan gila yang sama, memang selalu begitu<br />
Tenggelam timbul, kadang lantang, kadang malu<br />
Entah apa yang dia mahu.<br />
<br />
Sukar sebenarnya menjadi perempuan dewasa<br />
Harus lembut bagai tari jangan sampai dihenyak kepala di kaki<br />
Harus indah pada rupa jangan pula itu sahaja yang ada, bahasa entah ke mana<br />
Harus berilmu bagai tok guru baharu layak menjadi ibu, tapi terlebih tahu dibenci selalu<br />
Harus mahir dapur, tahu mengampai jemur, tapi hebat bertukang tak siapa julang.<br />
Harus begitu harus begini,<br />
Dalam hatinya mahu jadi itu mahu jadi ini.<br />
Mana tidak gila, perempuan masa kini?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-89612832248036669262012-06-27T00:19:00.001+10:002012-06-27T00:25:07.621+10:00London Moments<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlHrjtxJwNF6skDvdAeta4KVvSOtmU21NiMYkMySxMzMgnndUGKJz-cGBEj7kSxy3kj7o2jpgkpyioYoM6VaL1cRDNzlg9gw04a6c_Og-7U8OuBVNIuuRQxMQ6bAH7IxJu0MRClX45r4y/s640/blogger-image--1897062437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlHrjtxJwNF6skDvdAeta4KVvSOtmU21NiMYkMySxMzMgnndUGKJz-cGBEj7kSxy3kj7o2jpgkpyioYoM6VaL1cRDNzlg9gw04a6c_Og-7U8OuBVNIuuRQxMQ6bAH7IxJu0MRClX45r4y/s640/blogger-image--1897062437.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8CTJ-KTPtBoKrFeY6kQQtsnc0YC9mZVTx0VfZG7zG-xgw80ZAmjCmNwj8o4XOE2cZ1hLvVcBqtOFhVcbQ48dF-vaAVOADKSdQ1YUcDUj27ECt9ZsI1sddEkqfjoWUY9v2GZeMnhgKKyO/s640/blogger-image--805075295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8CTJ-KTPtBoKrFeY6kQQtsnc0YC9mZVTx0VfZG7zG-xgw80ZAmjCmNwj8o4XOE2cZ1hLvVcBqtOFhVcbQ48dF-vaAVOADKSdQ1YUcDUj27ECt9ZsI1sddEkqfjoWUY9v2GZeMnhgKKyO/s640/blogger-image--805075295.jpg" /></a></div>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-38082856417246986642012-04-09T00:14:00.003+10:002012-04-09T11:04:23.120+10:00A Straw PoemIn my spare
times, I used to draw<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
My favorite
would always be portraiture</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Of faces I
wish to remember</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
of teachers,
friends and lovers.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
In my busy
times, I would still draw.<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
But lately...</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
whenever I
put my pencil to paper</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
It turns
into a straw</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
and the
paper mellow to water</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
White and
pure than never.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
The more I
gaze into it, the clearer is the color</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
It doesn’t ripple
but begins to sparkle.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
And, instead
of me sucking for a drink</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
The water
seems to expand at the brink</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Rising like
tides in the evening of the tsunami</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Swallowing me
into, instead of just water, now a sea</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
With my tongue and my hand<br />
I taste the salt and the sand<br />
Though my feet,
I don’t know where they land.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
I know it’s real. It is real.<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
And, the ocean
breathes life to a figure</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Who wears a
face I used to draw</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
How I
remember every curve and feature</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Softer than flower, Stronger than power</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Afar like
history, Intimate like memory.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
All at once,
tears dance in the pool of my eyes </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
like skaters
skidding at the ice rink,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
instead of falling, I wink.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
In a blink, it
all gets to normal</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
I rub my
hands against each other trying to unfeel the sand</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
I gaze to
once water, now a paper</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
It is blank,
perhaps forever.</div>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-41816134719794201682011-12-27T21:11:00.001+11:002011-12-27T21:11:41.977+11:00. .... ...when things get in our way<br />
and the lark refuses to stay<br />
or the word is too hard to say..<br />
remember today, <br />
remember today, <br />
remember today.asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-66606915592454953652011-10-25T15:18:00.000+11:002011-10-27T02:31:19.424+11:00Gaddaravea hidden grave will hide your body<br />
maybe someday they'll erase your story<br />
weapon and wealth, the luxurious property<br />
will no longer keep you company<br />
the wounded hearts will move eventually<br />
their tears will seep through the dry soil of the country<br />
the mourners will forget their condolence and sympathy<br />
<br />
but the earth, the unknown cemetery<br />
where you lie in mystery<br />
won't forbid the revelation of reality<br />
<br />
O' Qaddafi<br />
who knows the matter of your soul<br />
in front of The Almighty...asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-32911380795092960812011-10-18T15:54:00.001+11:002011-10-18T15:54:42.489+11:00Eucalyptus; A ghost.In the deep dark of the dead dawn<br />
A forest of grief has grown<br />
Rest in rage, a corpse of Eucalyptus<br />
slow dancing in a hiatus<br />
<br />
The moon up so high in the sky<br />
hides his eyes away<br />
behind lashes of a shameful decay<br />
refuses to see how her body sways<br />
The riot rhythmic moves of her stained feet<br />
mopping the floor of the rooted, tangled deceit<br />
the dusty ashes of her lost sanity appeals for a fleet<br />
<br />
I remember how she opens her eyes when she cries<br />
Trying to roll back the tears forming a lake beneath her bosoms<br />
Her white porcelain skin benumbed by the gloom of doom<br />
Her torn red frolic dress falls revealing her sanctum;<br />
a heart as hollow as a phantom<br />
<br />
I remember her crooked brown brows<br />
as her emotion frowns,<br />
with arms hugging her disowned broken boughs<br />
thick black blood runs from her mind to her chin<br />
and she grins as she mouths the word 'sin'.<br />
<br />
She dances to direction of the ocean<br />
of tears and blood of the ancient mourners<br />
She sinks deeper as she cries louder<br />
but nobody hears her, not anymore<br />
to the world, she has long disappeared.<br />
<br />
<br />
and the water ripples in the vast subconsciousness of the sea as she sinks, in silence.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>::I wish not to see her again.::</i><br />
<br />asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-9002841576619539542011-09-16T01:10:00.003+10:002011-09-16T12:23:20.123+10:00The Devil Prays TonightLife!<br />
What’s the matter with you?<br />
Sending me angels, with wings as wide as the sky<br />
with hands as soft as petals, holding me as if I could fly.<br />
<br />
Stop mocking me!<br />
Yes! Indeed, I’m the wounded devil<br />
broken head, bloated heart<br />
ankles- hurt, hands- anchored.<br />
But I was a devil who did no evil<br />
except believing in something;<br />
something quite medieval<br />
that came in a shape of double ovals<br />
skewed to the middle<br />
looking so royal acting so loyal<br />
keeping me moving in the spiral<br />
of a never ending ritual.<br />
<br />
<i>of course I couldn’t spell the word<br />
I'm not a coward, </i><i>I've tried before</i><div><i>it took so much of me that even if I could<br />
I know that I would, not.</i><div><div><i><br />
</i>and please, I beg of you<br />
stop lending me your sorrow<br />
I would prefer to borrow a burrow<br />
where I can hide my soul<br />
from all the ghosts and ghouls<br />
haunting me in every tomorrow<br />
and bury my worries<br />
that would grow memories<br />
as sweet as cherries<br />
<br />
Life, if only, for tonight<br />
You could tell the angels to stay<br />
for maybe tomorrow,<br />
when the cherries ripe and the sun’s bright<br />
the soul could be restored to the devil’s right<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>mind, not hands, again.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div></div></div>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-90048590210793233342011-08-13T23:11:00.001+10:002011-08-13T23:14:03.313+10:00ghostat the instance the words hit the ground<div>is when I realise how I regret standing up...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>in front of you</div><div>
<br /></div><div>and remain invisible.</div>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-21297368191145599112011-08-01T16:20:00.005+10:002011-08-05T12:33:39.113+10:00The SubjectHonesty speaks its own language. <div>When it's quiet, the absence is very present. </div><div><br /></div><div>..........</div><div>I do not want to ask. </div><div>for I understand my intuition</div><div>for I have right to trust my own judgement</div><div>for if I did, it'd be an irrevocable question</div><div><br /></div><div>and no, I'm not in desperation</div><div>nor making any speculation</div><div>I have spies at the back of your door</div><div>supplying me with evidences</div><div><br /></div><div>although this might mean a separation</div><div>in which no heart would agree to be broken</div><div>I would accept knee wounded but open handed</div><div>for I had long submitted to the fate of human</div><div>written in life and death's agreement.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>:: honesty is paid with honesty... and vice versa::</i></span></div>asriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514277415655150152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-54257106989766756372011-07-15T17:04:00.001+10:002011-07-15T17:06:36.805+10:00Home<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like a slab to the footings</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">So close and load-bearing</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Slightly ajar for a little movement</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">For the earth is sometimes shaken, with emotion</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">So it won’t break; a fallen heaven</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like columns to the beams</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">One keeps standing </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">so the other can keep hanging</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">shouldn’t be too close, less its superfluous</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">shouldn’t be too far, for the span isn’t limitless</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">they must meet at an accurate angle</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">knotted with bolt, nuts and dowel</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">bonding into one composition, like angels</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">with wings to the body, yet invisible</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like walls to the windows and doors</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">There’ll be neither without</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Though, must not always be with</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Like rafters to the roof</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hold it at a distance in the drove</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Layered with a fiberglass insulation </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Warm, tight like a blanket of love</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Concealed; an undercover peace dove</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">to the gutters that keep them waterproof<br />
<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Nay, neither should move nor be removed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-19471760153290802432011-07-03T21:18:00.002+10:002011-07-03T21:20:38.310+10:00Papan BatuDia menulis dalam jaga<br />
dengan mata dipaksa dibuka<br />
berharap tiada kona-kona<br />
pada garis baca aa ba ta<br />
<br />
Dia menulis bagai di sisi ada guru<br />
yang kan menilai setiap helaian buku<br />
kelak dilapor pada bapa atau ibu<br />
anak ini semuanya tidak tahu, membawa malu!<br />
<br />
Dia menulis tidak laju<br />
abjad dan ayat tesusun satu persatu<br />
sendi jemari dan otot lengan masih kaku<br />
entah bila baharu maju<br />
mereka beritahu, menunggu siap sebuku<br />
harusnya kucing bertanduk beroleh cucu<br />
<br />
Dia menulis memang begitu<br />
namun, sekurang-kurangnya<br />
dia tidak berhenti di situ.<br />
<br />
Jangan bilang sebarang,<br />
aku bersama kamu, penulis itu.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-75850056881797799652011-05-27T22:24:00.005+10:002011-07-31T11:41:24.163+10:00The Day I Thought I Liked You (Love in Laugh and Loo)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The day I thought I liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">All the tweak and twist at the corner of your face seemed like a smile to me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The actual profuse smiles of yours, were like stars that rained upon me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your eyes twinkled like glitters from a fairy’s wand, waving </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> sending me spinning in a galaxy of a romantic hope</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Hope and belief, that I liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />The day I thought I liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your laughter sounded like rhythm of the ocean waves</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Full of energy from an orgy of the marine life </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> dancing in carousel at the deep of your soul</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your boisterous mirth in the loudness of a masculine voice</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> tickled me like a mermaid’s hand carousing a harp made of wind howl</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">then I laughed with you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">and thought I really liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The day I thought I liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your sorrow was painful but beautiful</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Every crack in your voice when you spoke of your sadness</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> was like the thumping sound of an angry angel’s singing,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> sending a throbbing shock to my heart, grasping with all it might</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Your tears were like pearls, but the little bubbles</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> appearing and dissolving at the edge of your nasals</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> were kind of distracting, intriguing and vile</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">But the instant I looked into your puffy red watery eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">My heart soaked with the same grief that I myself would cry</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Forsake the pearls and bubbles, “here’s my shoulder for you, sweety pie”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> for I liked you and I could never lie.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The day I thought I might still like you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">You farted so hard</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> of gases from the rotten morning meal you had</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I asked if you had eaten something bad, I don’t quite remember what you said</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> but something like egg, milk or maybe just bread</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">The smell traveled in a tiny room in which there were only me and you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">It was disgusting that I had to freeze my breath for a minute or two</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I thought I had disliked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">But then you said, “hey sorry I farted”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I replied, “that’s okay, I sometimes fart too”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">It was some kind of auto reply that I wasn’t intended to do</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">but made me realized, I still very much like you.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p>The day I thought I had liked you very much</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">We were out for a little romance </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> of a wonderful dinner and some dances</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">but you ended up shitting in your pants</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">“it’s uncontrollable” that was you defense</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">To me that was unacceptable and such an offence</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Separate ways, thence we went</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I convinced myself that I had never liked you, not even once</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">But then… my heart was not at ease nor content</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I cried so hard that night, of pearls and bubbles</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">My head hurt and my tummy too, I had diarrhea and all the troubles</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I wonder what would you think of me if you ever knew</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Would you ever be disgusted and go “eeuwwww”?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">To my surprise, you came to me with a blanket and new bed sheet</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> and handed me a medicine that tasted strangely sweet</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Your familiar smiles of stars, waves and all the wonders</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> lulled me to a such deep slumber</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">In my dreams an angel whispered</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> <i> </i><i>“Hey, nobody likes shits</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i> but human is not always so neat</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i> So be it smile, laugh, cry, fart or even shit</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i> they’re all just some basic needs”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I woke up feeling guilty, for being intolerant and stupid<br /><br />. . . . . . .</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Today, I no longer think about the day I thought I liked you</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Instead I knew something better and truer; "I had loved you!"</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">I love you, the way that you do too… in laugh and loo. <i>My baby boo! </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">*loo = toilet</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Haha! this is probably the most disgusting poem I ever wrote. Its simply a thought of what comes after “I do”. You know, love is not always a bed of flowers. Sometimes, all the nasty things is what made us human. so cheers! :)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-37639352464224188102011-04-13T07:08:00.002+10:002011-04-13T07:08:54.073+10:00the date<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdtuMTWFAK8/TaS_J8Cu5UI/AAAAAAAAAtg/37QA0vkfoV8/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdtuMTWFAK8/TaS_J8Cu5UI/AAAAAAAAAtg/37QA0vkfoV8/s400/time.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and when it's too late. don't blame it on our fate.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-28244925498727055282011-02-14T20:51:00.001+11:002011-02-14T20:51:24.224+11:00He Knowsscream to the howling wind<br />
and cry in the pouring rain<br />
run to the highest mountain<br />
no one will know your pain<br />
no one.<br />
<br />
<br />
but He, who tested you.<br />
He knows.<br />
He knows.<br />
<br />
<br />
Astaghfirullah al-Azim.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-15074798976828292652011-01-18T17:12:00.002+11:002011-01-18T17:15:55.441+11:00Pesan Emakkini engkau dah anak dara<br />
pandai sudah bermain cinta<br />
ingatlah engkau akan agama<br />
nafsu tak kalah kaulah binasa<br />
<br />
kalau ada yang tertarik hati<br />
jangan pandai berjanji sendiri<br />
bawa ke sini nak 'interview' lagi<br />
bolehkah mengimam 5 kali sehari<br />
<br />
kalau engkau sudah bersuami<br />
pandai-pandailah jaga 'body'<br />
sebaik mana pun orang laki<br />
mahu dia yang layak dipuji<br />
<br />
sungguh lidah lagikan tergigit<br />
jangan sampai tercabut gigi<br />
sungguh amarah datang menghimpit<br />
jangan sampai saling membenci<br />
<br />
sungguh engkau mengaji tinggi<br />
haruslah ke dapur kerap sekali<br />
sungguh berkat air tangan isteri<br />
suami lekat tak cari ganti<br />
<br />
kalaupun berumah sebesar agam<br />
sampah menimbun boleh tenggelam<br />
bawa-bawalah bercucuk tanam<br />
jaga kebersihan luar dan dalam<br />
<br />
kalaupun dunia bergunung ganang<br />
selalu dicangkul menjadi ladang<br />
kalaupun punya bertimbun wang<br />
harus tahu belanja ditimbang<br />
<br />
kalau sudah beranak pinak<br />
jangan ke bibik dilepas semua<br />
memanglah lelah menjadi emak<br />
namun anak amanah Yg Esa<br />
<br />
bila suami pulang kerja<br />
tinggal dulu astro dan drama<br />
janganlah buat taktahu saja<br />
bawalah bertanya 'nak air apa?'<br />
<br />
hidup harus selalu bersabar<br />
hendak bahagia perlukan ikhtiar<br />
memang kadang terasa hambar<br />
lalu kita banyakkanlah istighfar<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">:: hehe.... banyak pulak nasihat rumah tangga kebelakangan ni... mak! lambat lagi laaa::</span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-51366397904135062202011-01-18T14:16:00.005+11:002011-01-19T04:09:06.520+11:00Lirikan PergiHari tu...<br />
<br />
Hari tu nama mu nama ku<br />
Hari ni, eh aku dah keliru?<br />
<br />
Hari tu pantang tak lintas di mata<br />
terus hati tertanya-tanya<br />
Hari ni sehari tak nampak pun tak apa<br />
kata hati, aku dah biasa<br />
<br />
Kalau hari tu marah pun manis<br />
hari ni senyum pun bengis<br />
ketawa dikatanya sinis<br />
usah diharap lagi berpuitis<br />
<br />
Hari tu, lukamu aku rawat<br />
resahmu hatiku sarat<br />
Hari ni, pandai2lah kau cari ubat<br />
aku mmg selalu tak ingat<br />
<br />
yang hari tu, semuanya madu<br />
hanya engkau di hati ku selalu<br />
yang hari ni, oh mana boleh begitu<br />
'hidup <i>I</i> bukan hanya ada <i>you</i>!'<br />
<br />
oh, apa dihitung hari nan mendung<br />
kalau dah belayar teruslah mendayung<br />
hukum alam tak mungkin dibendung<br />
tugas mentari kan terus bersambung<br />
<br />
itulah org tua2 bilang;<br />
lain hulu lain lah parang<br />
lain dulu lain lah sekarang<br />
<br />
namun,<br />
biarlah hari tu indah<br />
hari ni gundah<br />
<br />
hari esok.<br />
lain pula kisah.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><b>:: diinspirasikan oleh tulisan seorang teman; <a href="http://silvertalisman.blogspot.com/2009/12/lirikan-lalu.html">Lirikan Lalu</a> (silalah baca tulisan beliau!) ::</b></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-87009468797681477802010-12-19T00:42:00.000+11:002010-12-19T00:42:25.418+11:00Emansipasi sebuah bencipongah sudah aku berlari di sisir naluri<br />
mencari mana satu sebenarnya yang aku mahu erti<br />
pergi, ataukah mendampingi saat kalut meribut<br />
terhidupkah dengan memori enggan kabut<br />
terkadang benci terkadang sangsi<br />
bertanya lagi dan lagi sama sang nyawa<br />
<br />
sanggupkah? sanggupkah? sanggupkah?<br />
<br />
berulang dalam mimpi menjadi misteri<br />
siapa tahu kalau dibiar kelu mungkin akhirnya membeku<br />
seperti asin laut getar ke alur menjadi hambar<br />
<br />
sanggupkah? sanggupkah? sanggupkah?<br />
<br />
dengan lensa imaginasi melayang dalam angan petang<br />
dan akhirnya aku pulang<br />
tiada yang hilang, cuma sayang.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-68466477829140577942010-10-21T16:08:00.001+11:002010-10-21T16:13:10.619+11:00<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">green</span></span></span></b></i> is the color...<br />
the color we hate, when love begins to fade.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
because love<br />
has always, been <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">red</span></span></i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-49795248523660169472010-10-08T02:13:00.000+11:002010-10-08T02:13:58.906+11:00Straws<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tgPsIGGlW-s/TK3jmHhACsI/AAAAAAAAAks/a9psn2U_n8E/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tgPsIGGlW-s/TK3jmHhACsI/AAAAAAAAAks/a9psn2U_n8E/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Would you ever drink from the same cup I drink from?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-138298958866282682010-09-21T17:21:00.005+10:002010-09-22T16:45:14.633+10:00Gila kamu manusia!<div style="text-align: center;">berjalan jenuh</div><div style="text-align: center;">langkah rapuh</div><div style="text-align: center;">tawa pun membunuh</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">aku di sini dengan secangkir kopi dingin</div><div style="text-align: center;">kurang gula kurang rasa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">menghendap manusia dari balik jendela</div><div style="text-align: center;">kamar separuh usia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">di celah rakusnya asmara</div><div style="text-align: center;">setetes setia pun tidak ada</div><div style="text-align: center;">diamukan bait cinta</div><div style="text-align: center;">bertebaran rembesan dusta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">berlari dengan langkah mati</div><div style="text-align: center;">setempat ke mana pun tak pergi</div><div style="text-align: center;">mencuba menggapai rasa</div><div style="text-align: center;">terlupa hati itu tiada</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">apa rasa yang masih bersisa</div><div style="text-align: center;">apa manusia hanya nyawa</div><div style="text-align: center;">berkelana di bawah purnama</div><div style="text-align: center;">mata buta, tongkat pula tiada</div><div style="text-align: center;">deria maha dusta, minda hanya gila</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hah! keluh sesesat kembara</div><div style="text-align: center;">kita ini sebenarnya apa</div><div style="text-align: center;">debunga ditari pawana</div><div style="text-align: center;">berterbangan entah ke mana</div><div style="text-align: center;">atau sejenazah kiambang</div><div style="text-align: center;">di telaga kontang belakang agam usang</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">rata-rata terus merayap</div><div style="text-align: center;">ingin terbang tak punya sayap</div><div style="text-align: center;">bukanlah bengap</div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi langitnya terlalu rapat meranap</div><div style="text-align: center;">lalu akal pun terperap</div><div style="text-align: center;">sememangnya, akhirnya... bodoh sanggap</div><div style="text-align: center;">bodoh segenap!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">kata dengan rima di balik jendela</div><div style="text-align: center;">menyundal bahasa adab bicara</div><div style="text-align: center;">bukan aku mempersenda manusia</div><div style="text-align: center;">sedang aku tidak tahu manusia itu apa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">aku cuma punya mata</div><div style="text-align: center;">yang bukan di kepala</div><div style="text-align: center;">tetapi di mana-mana</div><div style="text-align: center;">menilai dosa pahala</div><div style="text-align: center;">dan terus mendamba</div><div style="text-align: center;">sesudu gula.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">aku tidak gila.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>mungkin cuma tikus yang tidak dipelihara</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>da! aku tipu saja.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>haha..maaf, terlalu biasa ketawa sama kamu manusia.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724082138570127661.post-75767166647800024992010-09-13T19:21:00.002+10:002010-09-22T16:45:07.711+10:00Apa?bila kata bukan makna<br />
sial sia indah bahasa<br />
<br />
bila mahu sekadar mahu<br />
bukan perlu bukan rindu<br />
<br />
bila sakit terlalu perit<br />
redam segala bingit jerit<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
apa sebenarnya<br />
yang masih memaut kita?<br />
<br />
<br />
semalam yg gembira<br />
atau mimpi yg buta?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0