Wednesday, August 10


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 


Monday, June 27

Thursday, June 16

The Old Bottle

There are things that you talk about and there are things that you don't talk about. Imagine filling up a glass bottle near brim-full and putting it under your bed, along with the rest of other bottles that every now and then you pull the box underneath and open a bottle or two to fill in new things. This one sits in the corner of the box, separated from the rest. Its shape is the same like the rest, but not what it holds.

It sits there alone over the weeks and months and years. You don't go over it everyday. You don't hold it everyday. You don't peek under your bed to know it's there when you go to sleep at night. You don't fall on your knees after your shower to know it's still there in the morning. Even when you take out other bottles this one never itched your hand to even make a move for it. You just look at it, put back the other bottles in their place and push the box away from view. But you know it's there. Always.