Saturday, September 17

[140916]



We talk a lot about love and yet we never seem to know enough about it. We make metaphors and construct rhymes to capture its essence but we never quite get it. It’s easy to write about it because it’s so common.

And yet, in truth, none of us really know exactly what we’re saying. It’s a feeling, not a description. I could tell you that you make me feel like a rain forest, and you wouldn’t have a clue what I meant. Because in that moment, I wanted to tell you that you made me feel full, that every bone in my body vibrated to the rhythm of your voice, that life bloomed beneath every inch of skin you touched– but of course, there is no way to perfectly explain that, you cannot put feelings this big into words.

But I still write poems about you. Everyone still writes them and I can pretend they are all about you but they will never amount to the real thing. I think a lot about words and language and the power that strums within them all and I put a lot of faith into what I say and create on the pages.

But no matter the range I try, from 26 letters to over 50,000 characters, no amount of poetry in any tongue will be able to describe love the way I want it to. 

So sometimes, at three in the morning, I put my pen down and go back to bed. Sometimes that is the closest I can get to saying this is love and I am here for it. Sometimes all it takes is being next to you. 

Right with you. 

Wednesday, August 10

[070816]

He saw her eyes
Under the moonlight
Blacker than the night
Her curved rich lashes
Bend like the blades of the grass
She sounds like a dream
Except that she's right beside him

She said different things
In different ways
And it caught his imagination
She's everything he'd
Ever dreamed of
So simply unordinary

He gazed at her
Eyes locked, lips curved
Even without words
He saw poetry in her
So simply mesmerizing

He wanted the night
To go on a little longer
Alive as his wishes before
And tonight he had only one
That the red light to stay forever.



Thursday, July 7

Aidilfitri untuk Mak



Untuk balas jasa Mak, 

Aku tak mampu bagi duit dan masa untuk Mak, 
Tak mampu bagi jawatan dan pangkat untuk Mak, 
Belum jamin mampu bagi isteri dan cucu yang baik-baik untuk Mak, 
Belum jamin mampu jadi anak yang soleh dan terbaik untuk Mak. 

Aku hanya mampu bagi doa dan syurga untuk Mak, 
Sebagai balasan yang terbaik untuk Mak. 

Tapi, untuk itu pun, 
Aku masih perlukan doa dari Mak. 
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri 

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Monday, June 27