IT

This unintended feeling, unnamed.
Forbidden since the first day of ITs existence.
Yet we let IT linger in hunger.


Very much alive, unattended.
Hidden between each passing opportunity we failed to recognise.
Hindered. Yet treasured.


It's a promise of the untied.

LIVED, PLEASED

If I were to leave this world before you,
please weep: for you, not for me.
Coz I just lost my life,
but you just lost your hive.


If I were to meet God before you,
please be reminded:
that I won't be around to curb your anger,
that you won't be bound to pretend any longer.


So if it happens sooner than anyone would have thought:
I worry not.
As I am sure I have lived as I believed.
As good deeds would live as they were weaved.


Soon, you'll reap what you sow too.

HEY, KAMU...

Ada sinar bahagia di wajahmu
Hey, aku senang melihatnya.
Senyum. Tawa. Gurau. Mesra.
Walau ku tahu segalanya sekadar
penyadur kecamuk rasa.
Hiba. Lara. Tangis. Duka.
Bergurindam di jiwa.


Pada ruang masa yang menjarakkan
setiap niat yang ada:
Hey, kamu, maafkan aku.
Hanya aku mampu sekadar mengerti
badai yang kusut melingkari
kerana aku sendiri
sama teruntai memendam rasa.


Pada kisah yang berbeza, tentunya!

NA MUNGKIN

Mana mungkin hatimu ku isi
dengan hanya baki setitis cinta
sedang lebarnya melangkau tujuh petala langit


Mana mungkin sunyimu ku isi
dengan hanya riak tawa yang sesekala
sedang jurangnya sedalam tujuh lapis bumi


Tak mungkin aku mampu 
mengisi kosong jiwamu
yang dahaga kasih dan perhatian
sedang aku sendiri masih tercari-cari
cangkir bahagia yang hilang


Maafkan ketidakmampuanku...

KERANA TINSYA

Ribut. Kelabut. Huru menghambat hara.
Segalanya kucar-kacir. Arah tak menentu.
Apabila TINSYA merebak di minda.


Hijau jadi Biru. Tiga dilihat Satu.
Tiada lagi pameran berkilau terlihat di mata.
Yang dinanti huruf tersusun menyampai berita.
Ketika TINSYA melebar pengaruh suasana.


Senyum meniti hatta dalam mimpi.
Lorekan pasir tak hapus di gigi air.
Detik bertemu serasa tak tertunggu.
Saat TINSYA menguasai alam buana.


Hidup manis di awan kerana TINSYA!

Now is The Time

Everything has its own time:

To meet or to depart

To love or to hate

To come or to leave.

As ours today.

The exit has its way of separation

and from there the future is unknown.

I just sing myself a lullaby

just so all tears and pain would bid me goodbye.

Be it a punishment or a hidden blessing, I return my fate to Him.

Midnight Haiku

a great tsunami
washes thru the land in force
sweeping away all


a token of friendship from David Z
by YM
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