Insomnia

Prosa ku aneh dalam insomnia,
Kata indah tiada bersua,
Rimas,lemas lalu aku bersila,
Serba tak kena sukma menderita,
Atma lompong tiada bersisa,
Aku yang menata atau aku sang nista?
Sedar tiada aku khayal di topeng artifisial dunia?

Hujan

Hembusan bayu menyapa,
Dirgantara menjadi gelita,
Titis titis menerpa,
Dingin malam memeluk sukma,
Tiada derita hanya bahagia,
Usai reda sinar prisma tercipta,
Maha indahnya siklus angkasa,
Alhamdulillah,terima kasih sang pencipta

Aku dan tuhanku

Bicara sendiri aku dengan tuhanku,
Seperti anak kecil mahu ini dan itu,
Sedang acap aku dustaiMu,
Tanpa malu aku ingin ini dan itu,

Tuhanku,
Maafkan aku

Disgusted

Disgusted.
I am disgusted.
Disgusted of the world,
the pain, and evil
That surrounds us.
The pain we don't deserve.

All is lost, as we sit here.
In pain.
In agony.
In despair.

I am disgusted to many,
of what they've become.
The destroyers,
the saints of the world.
Getting away with deeds,
that they have no souls no more.

Anger fluster inside me,
as my body trembles from
the blood boiling inside I.
Why must I live and see
the evil deeds.
Of the wicked and
evil.

I am disgusted and angered.
Adultery, lies, and suffering.
Oh I dislike.

I am disgusted by all
wicked behavior and
actions.

Just disgusted.

The silent warrior
Jan 23

dont do it

Charles Bukowski, 1920 - 1994

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

Pening

otak senteng,

jalan mereng,

penting jadi enteng,

tegak jadi sereng,

 

aku runsing,

otakku pusing,

kaya orang asing,

berkelintaran di jalan petaling.

kuala lumpur,

6.33 AM

Mabuk dalam sedar

Suara merdu kamu,
Terngiang mendayu mendayu,
Ibarat nada biru,
Buat aku keliru,

Aku mabuk atau sedar?
Atau aku mabuk dalam sedar?

Until youve found the pain

Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure 
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with 
the supreme soul 
Until you've found fire inside yourself, like the Friend,
You won't reach the spring of life, like Khezr.

Mewlana jalaluddin Rumi

Trankuiliti

Unggas menyanyi,
Lunak memecah sepi,
Malam ini tidak lagi sunyi,
Aku tidak lagi sendiri,
Alam tuhan menemani,
Adakah ini namanya trankuiliti?