The old book

I thought
flipping the pages for a while would be okay.
So I let memories flip it and recall the feelings.

Turns out
the words which was ignored, comes popping up in head.
The conversations, the laughs, the ignorance, the bliss.

Then I realized,
it was the feelings I've been missing.
It was the hatred that dissolving in memories.
And there was you,

indulging together with the scent of old book pages.

And I let your thoughts wrap my nerves,
wondering how the days would be,
if we were still a "we".


Gambang
16 December 2014.

Bulan itu tersenyum padaku

Akhir akhir ini, aku sering dijengah sepi.
Beribu patah telah aku kalungkan pada hatiku sendiri, sabar hati.
Yang indah pasti main waktu. Yang kekal pasti juga sedang cari cari aku.

Dalam rintik rintik hujan yang pelan pelan singgah mencium akar akar rambutku
dan hitam pekat malam yang dakap erat segenap inci tubuhku
aku membuang pandang ke langit, barangkali jawapannya ada.

Lalu Tuhan hadiahkan aku dengan kait kait bintang di langit dan anak bulan yang tersenyum mesra.

just another night

An unusual dark night
with a dim of blue light
here I am standing by
hoping you will bats an eye.

An unusual quiet space
in my thoughts we were dancing in phase
in my thoughts we were swaying with grace
turn out, it was the music alone that plays.

For the memory, love and fear
thought I have made myself clear
turns out dreams will never turn real
and the love which supposed to binds, remains
unrequited forever.


Under the dim light and quiet space
Gambang
20/06/2014