This too will pass

Hello there dear,
Where are you now? I wonder,
"I'm in the middle of a drought" she cries,
Well, fret not my dear,
Just wait a little more and it soon will pass.

Hello there sweety,
Do tell me where you are, I plea,
"I'm in  the middle of an endless storm" he screamed,
Well, fret not my sweet,
There's an end to this endless and this storm will pass.

Hello there love,
Where are you roaming about now? I laughed,
"I'm in the middle of a cold black night" he coughed,
Well, fret not my love,
The sun will soon shine, the cold and the dark will pass.

Hello there darling,
Where on earth are you now? I sing,
"I'm in the middle of a beautiful spring" she beams,
Well, fret not my darling,
For seasons change and this too will pass.

2014

That's how it was

It's amazing
How the fire burns but left me feeling cold.

It's great
How the stars shine so bright but make me cry inside.

It's funny
How you said you love me but left me all alone.

It's crazy
How chances come again but ended up the same.

It's tiring
To keep on believing in something that is unsure.

It's cruel
For you to say things but do nothing about it.

That's enough.

Rumah

Rumah;
Tapak
Tiang
Bumbung

Tapak yang asasnya kukuh,
tidak goyah walau dirempuh.
Tapak di mana engkau berdiri--
diisi dengan ilmu dan integriti,
dihiasi dengan santun dan budi.

Tiang.
Kalau satu dia runtuh.
Walau berbilang tetapi tidak teguh--
pasti runtuh jua rumah yang dibina utuh.
Sama-samalah kita berdiri; bahu ke bahu
mendukung satu misi;
"Berat sama dipikul, ringan sama dijinjing"
itulah yang kita impi.

Bumbung.
Kala terik dia meneduh,
Kala hujan dia melindung.
Bumbung yang menyatukan--
saat kita perlukan--
janganlah sesekali kita melupakan.


Pintu.
Engkau mempunyai kuasa;
sama ada engkau di dalam atau di luar.
Engkau mempunyai pilihan;
untuk menerima atau menolak.
Di dalamnya suatu wawasan,
di luarnya suatu keputusan.
Hanya satu langkah ke hadapan
dan semuanya dalam genggaman.

Marilah kita ramai-ramai
Membina satu kediaman
Menghias dengan corak perpaduan
dan kaya dengan kasih sayang

Rumah ini sedang dibina--
oleh kita.
Rumah ini perlukan kita--
untuk bersatu.
Rumah ini--
Malaysia tercinta.

Ambang Merdeka
SMK Convent, Klang.
29 Ogos 2014

My Precious

Unlocking the cages every morning
So that all of them could wander
I cheer every time they fall
I celebrate the wounds
I let them cry out the pain--
But never about the pain
I gather them all at the end of the day
Together, I kiss them good night
Locking the cages for them to rest and mend
Because it's a sanctuary to forgive
Because it's a sanctuary to grow
This is how life is
But we pretend not to know.

Mulanya rasa senang
Semakin lama semakin sayang
Bila tiba masa semuanya hilang
Habis semua rasa dipaksakan buang.

Mula lagi pada waktu malam
Datang lagi dengan memberi salam
Semakin yakin semakin kuat digenggam
Semakin lama semakin menusuk ke dalam
Semakin lama rasa yang hilang kembali menyulam
Tetapi sebelum kau menyesal, baik kau diam.

Berbuah berkali kali pun masih kau layan
Entah sampai bila baru kau nak hentikan
Jelas yang terlalu indah itu hanyalah angan
Hanya manis untuk diperkatakan
Sila diam saja dan persetankan.

I reached out my hand--
searching for something real.
But then the real thing found me--
and turns out it weren't meant for me.

I reached out my heart--
searching for a soft landing.
But then the soft land found me--
and turns out it was too harsh for me.

I reached out--
I keep on reaching out--
where the initial condition is so beautiful.
It was-- enough.
Makes me think of the reason why
it was perceived incomplete before.

What was given and received in return was preposterous.
What was clean is now muddy.
What was soft is now rough.
What was untouched is now scratched.
What was perfect is now broken.

Now what better way to fix this--
Than to throw it away.
Now what better way to overcome it--
Than to find a new one.

What of me?

What happen to
"I will love you for who you are"? or
"I will love you as you are"?
Are those just words?
Meaningless words?
Shall I love against a closed door,
a manikin or a picture of a goddess--
just to be loved in return?
Does that make a reality--
or a mere fantasy?
Is it the matter of life and death--
for myself to have what people call--
perfection; when it is all physical
and it will be gone, anyhow?
Shall I ponder upon all of these tedious
question marks in my burdened head
just to fulfill the desires and dreams
of a clueless and unappreciative air head?
Well then, what of me?
What of the tree of my being
with roots thrust deep into this earth?
I am of what I make myself with rejoice--
shall you, love, doubt and waver challenge
my position and I as a humble human.
What else to be done?
Insecurities kill--
You are killing me.

To Live

What does it take
to make people realize that life is short?
It's temporary.
Do they need a terminal illness
to open their eyes?
To start gripping onto
the little things--
when it's a little too late?
Life is short.
It's temporary.
Death is a promise.
The moment we were born--
we are preparing to die.
Along the way, the purpose of living
is to be searched as if it's buried underground--
like a treasure.
Why bother living when we will end up dead anyway?
God.
Isn't that a reason?
For Him we live and for Him we die.
Is that not enough reason?
Suicide?
There were no realistic moon--
for their stars are dirt.
There are no reason to live but to die.

Me.

It is not the surface--
but the depth of the soul--
as deep as it allows you to submerge.

The deepness troubles you--
because it confuses you--
and it irritates you.

It is not what it seems--
you finally thought.

It is just the surface--
and not the deepness of the depth of the soul.

It is not me--
but it is what I want you to see--
and believe to be me.

The magic

Are these how things actually are?
Did I miss something?
Did I not get the memo?
Or did I actually got everything wrong?

Just one touch and everything goes away?
Just one word and the magic is gone?
Has the mystery been uncovered?
Is it not worth it anymore?

Love me anyway

I drive you crazy

You can't think straight

You can't go away--

but it hurts if you stay.

But you stick around and love me anyway. 

Under water

I needed to breathe--

So I went under water.

As everything disappears--

I began to see clearer. 

Durjana

Aku terkurung
dalam kotak fikiran manusia--
bercorakkan negatif
berwarnakan dengki;
buat ku lemas dalam lautan dusta
hanya kerana nama.

Aku tersepit
antara hati dan minda;
apa yang benar
apa yang sepatutnya
lagi berasid bila datangnya bisikan durjana
daripada mereka yang tiada pentingnya.  

Aku terbisu
dalam kelam aku dikawal dan diuji
bagai tikus makmal dibedah dan diracun--
jika mati mereka berpesta
jika hidup mereka bertelingkah--
mencari siapa yang salah.

About you

You know those love songs--
the ones about unrequited love?
Well, that's how it was with you.
It was kept hidden--
deep inside because of fear
and wishing it to be what it was not--
was extremely ubsurd.

You were just too far for my reach--
but somehow you managed to trigger
that hidden part of me
and it drove me crazy--
well perhaps that was how it should be?
because if not,where else would we be?

You were the vision, you were the dream--
well maybe more because you are just what I need.
Yes, I do believe--
and you are as real as the fears within me.

Love is over flowing and it flows to you too.
If you take the all of me, then I will cherish you--
Because believe me--
I am crazy about you..


Aulis Uwais.

The night.

I stare at the night
and the darkness swallows me

I cry to the night
and the pillow dries away the tears

I whisper to the night
and the wind comes and comforted me.

I sing to the night
and the silence listens and dances to it.

I shouted to the night
and the echoes agree to my thoughts.

I hugged the night
and the sun misses me.

2014

The Truth.

Let them judge--
Whatever it is you do

They will always judge
But that does not mean it is true

What seemed to be less for them--
just reflect their blindness

What they thought to be the story--
just reflect their ignorance

What they chose to describe you--
just reflect who they are

Is it not clear?

It is not you--
It is merely about you--

It has always been about them.