"Bang, bang, buleh tak kita ekspresikan diri kita dalam bentuk puisi dan lagu?" "Baik" "Tuai padi antara masak, esok jangan layu layuan, intai kami an

tara nampak, esok jangan rindu rinduan......"

Buat H, M, B, dan segerombolan konsonan lain yang terlintas di fikiran

Puisi Depresan

(Tribusi untuk Oletta Adams, yang berjaya membuatku depresan, aku benci kau)

Apa kata kita lari sayang?
(Pernah kau guna perkataan itu?)
Sayang.

Jauh dari semua-
Tanggungan, ikatan, bagasi yang lebih had muatan

Atau

Apa kata kita berdiri saja di tengah hujan
Dan dongak
Biarkan butir-butir air
Berbatu datangnya dari atas sana
Menyasar ke muka
Ke bahu
Ke ubun-ubun
(biar masuk akal ke otak)
Sakitkah?
Atau segarkah?

Dua pendosa dibasuh langit luas terbuka
Dicuci sucikah kita?
Jikalau kau sejuk ke marilah, peluklah aku
Atau biar terpaku kaku di sana kau, di sini aku
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Luka ini biarku tanggung
Bagai anak yang dikandung
Kadang-kadang ku usap girang
Ku tersenyum seorang
Di kala lain mata bergenang

Biar sampai sembuh
Rasa di hati jangan diasuh

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Adat bermain di halaman orang
kalau datang tak berundang
walau dijemput bertandang
Meskipun dipelawa bermalam

Apabila esok fajar menjelang
Kita kena tahu jalan pulang

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Kalau lah benar cinta itu datang sekelip mata
Mengapa mata ini tidak buta

Akibat kering

bertahun tak berkedip.

To know who you are

A dear friend once taught me, that to know who you are is to know who you are not.

The realization of truth would confront one in the face with a harsher blow when one deals with the reverse.

It is with more conviction and concentrated perseverance that one would deny what one is not, rather than admit what one is.

You are not Paris Hilton.
You are not Hugh Dancy.

But you are also not poor.
And you are definitely not ugly.

“You are hopeless”, they think.
“I am hopeful”, you say.
You are the opposite of what you are not

Courtney Love wears lipstick to work

Love is the lost of conscience.

Love is devoid of sanity.

Love is craziness, loony-ness, eccentricity.

Love is spontaneity

Love is intoxication

Calculative-ness is not love. Deliberation is not love.

Scrutiny is not love.

Perfection is not love. (though love could be the road to perfection)

(If these things are prevalent, acquire another object to love. Which is impossible, for genuine love is an unplanned whim)

You stumble upon love or get in its way.

You do not get love because it’s there.

You do not get love because it’s an obvious (or only) choice.

You pursue love simply because you desire for it.