Saturday, January 10, 2009

the past is only over our shoulder and a heartbeat behind.

Will I ever stop whimpering of precedent pains I’ve went through?
They seem to know me better than I do. I long for changes, to move on, to forget things. But how could i?

So for now…

…I’ll just wish for rainbows and flower-filled meadows,
sunny days, clear skies …no haste just laze…
…watching butterflies flutter…from flower to flower…
…with you.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

trying to see through walls that are not there

bila terungkai sikap, sifat dan segalanya
hanya melalui bingkai-bingkai bicara
yang dengki kadangkala
kita akan berhenti bernafas seketika

cuba mencapai apa yang kita rasa ada...
di depan kita.

Monday, January 5, 2009

meaningless

the very first time I saw you
you stood out like red in a canvas of blue
like a child’s dream that came true

you were…
like a lush tree in a middle of a sand dune
like silence broken by a kind tune

the very first time I saw you
your eyes glisten like raindrops on a leaf
and so does your hair to my belief




yet it was all meaningless…




it was meaningless until I really knew you
and how your first few verses made my heart grew

anticipating

i love the sound of oceans

it thaws me out

and in a way convince me...

that there’s still some parts of me

that are still alive...


saturday, come quickly


Saturday, January 3, 2009

3 lazy sips

its already 12 and my hands are still shaking
1 sip, 2 sips... 3 lazy sips

the air is cold tonight
colder than it's supposed to be... i guess

whose to blame?
i am?
maybe...
maybe not.

happy new year, December
along your predecessor...
...you i'll always remember{noktah}

Sunday, December 21, 2008

...i envy them too

as i envy the winds that caress your skin
i could imagine how honored and jubilent
the clinging leaves feel for the chance to shade you.

the pavements, walkways and passages
that greets your every step... i envy them too.

how lucky the walls around you
if i could echo your voice like they do,...
i could sing myself to sleep
like how lullabies do.
and yes i envy them too.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

murdered


if pure beauty kills, you'd be my murderer...