Selasa, 27 Januari 2015

2015

Sudah amat jarang sekali saya menulis di sini. Sekarang masih bulan Januari; barangkali tidak terlalu lewat untuk saya ucapkan selamat tahun baru. Jadi, selamat tahun baru!

Semenjak dua menjak ini, saya rasakan penulisan saya semakin kaku -- terlalu terhimpit dengan laras-laras bahasa yang kering dan mendatar. Sudahnya, asyik mengulang rutin yang sama. Tulis-padam-tulis-padam-tulis-padam; lalu dibiarkan berhabuk di ruang draf. Sungguh merunsingkan!

Barangkali itu lah sebenarnya kehidupan. Semakin kita terbeban dengan tanggungjawab, semakin kaku dan sempit pemikiran kita. Tidak ada lagi keseronokan untuk berangan-angan. Bahkan, angan-angan itu ditegah sama sekali.

Sudah 2015, dan saya kira, saya sudah menemukan beberapa matlamat yang hendak saya capai dalam hidup ini. Pertama, untuk membina kehidupan dengan awak. Ya, awak, siapa lagi bukan?

Kedua, untuk menyingkap kenyataan tentang kehidupan kita; maksud saya, dalam konteks bermasyarakat ini. "Kerja-kerja menemukan kebenaran harus dimulakan dengan ketiadaan -- nil," begitu tulis Martin. 

Jadi, dalam tempoh 10 tahun ini, saya akan cuba mempersiapkan diri dengan pengetahuan sebanyak mungkin sebelum saya meniadakan pengetahuan yang telah saya peroleh; demi menuntut kebenaran tentang kenyataan tersebut.

Siapa tahu, mungkin impian ini tidak akan tercapai. Kalaupun tercapai, ia barangkali bukan kebenaran yang saya harapkan. Cumanya, saya harap ketika hidup ini sampai ke penghabisan, saya akan tersenyum kerana telah mengerjakannya dengan sehabis mungkin.

Hidup jika tidak dikerjakan, bukan lah sebuah kehidupan. Tak begitu?

Selasa, 16 Disember 2014

hidup

Kadang, aku terfikir; untuk apa manusia bersusah-susah meneruskan hidup yang amat, amat melelahkan ini?

Lepas pada pertanyaan diam aku itu, aku teringatkan perbualan-perbualan kosong yang kami lalui setiap hari.

Ya, berbaloi untuk lelah dengan kehidupan ini.

Sabtu, 18 Oktober 2014

iwoveyoutwee

I've been thinking a lot lately; by that, it means a lot more than usual. Of you going to London this morning, oh, how excruciating that feeling is! I know you can take good care of yourself but then, it still worries me. How much sillier can I be, eh?

I really am a playful creature, that I cannot argue. And no, I am not going to stop being playful, especially around you. Wanna know why?

"Was sich liebt, das neckt sich". 

You've asked me about this several days ago. I shall tell you now for I am too shy to tell you then (I forgot its meaning, actually). It means, "Those who love each other, tease each other". 

Well, that kinda explains everything, right? *evil laugh*


Dear dearest,

I see a glimpse of future in you; of me and you -- of us. I cannot promise you a smooth path upon us, but hey, we're good in screwing each other, right? So, I need you to cling on and kick me whenever, wherever you please; for I am yours, and yours only. Bear with me, darling. It's not an option, you have to. No, you must. We still have a lifetime to go, remember?

To quote your dearest little writer, Anne Frank, "No one has ever become poor by giving". Yes, I am still content; bloated actually. I love you, more than I love me. And we do know how much I love myself, aren't we? :p

I could not ask any better souvenir than; you, coming home safely to me. Please take good care of yourself there. I miss you and I know you love me so.



Your most annoying,
xoxo


p/s: To love me is called trust, but to love your tummy is a must!

Selasa, 14 Oktober 2014

notion

A choice came after options
that resolved with or without a pray.

To believe is to blindfold oneself;
accepting it as it is
whether December or May.

Truth always hurts,
lie can be harmfully soothing
and that is love it its mysterious way.

Dear dearest,
no matter what turns that you make
I am here to stay.

Khamis, 25 September 2014

the saying and what not

You neither have to love nor miss me back.

I can do that for us both.

Khamis, 31 Julai 2014

now tell me

I want to tell you something
What is it like, mesmerizing?

It's like falling
every time you do a thing,
anything;
the talking, the laughing, the crying,
and even you, sulking!

Now tell me, how can I not love you?

Selasa, 29 Julai 2014

a unison of us

They say a song tells a thousand tales
Of a lost dream; a ship that cannot sail,
a unicorn that has no tail.

And there were you

Quietly writing an unspeakable diary
A lyric of thoughts; happy and misery
along with all the adjectives of humanity.

And here I am.

Shattered; with nothing left but a plead to serenity
A whirl of melancholy,
keeping sanity.

Honey, we are nothing but a broken pieces of memories

Indeed, you and I both have different rhymes
We spoke so many lies, too much crimes
But don't you remember that one time?

A promise of a lifetime we made secretly
For I am nothing but yours truly.