Hi January
I miss you
ah, not you
but January. I miss May,
who smiled in the flower field
to the strains of the melancholic song
that played in my head at that time.
Hi May, let's go together again to January
so I can see you again
spinning merrily
among those swings.
Hello May
You will sit again by the North Sea
catching the tide
as I loved it.
And May,
walk again in the dim lights of the old city
with your steps in those white shoes
and I with the night drizzle,
admiring you then.
And now the drizzle is falling
Missing you again
In the alternating drizzle
And all it happened
As i feared
Turned into life
A nightmare
When i touched the flame
I burned down
All my ashes
Lingered around
Seeing the sky
Lying on disgust
Can never bring stars
Into your palm anigh.
Awake
And revive
From those ashes
And burn down those stars
With victory of crashes.
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Let me tell you about suffering
wrapped in happiness
though that happiness is not mine.
When I imagined your smile
I'm the happiest one for you..
A few days after long weeks
I haven't seen any light
that brings me happiness
among them is to want
to see you.
You're like a flower
that I can only see from afar
to pick you
when your petals
start to bloom
I can't.
28 April 2020
UUC, Kota Kinabalu
Sabah, Malaysia
I listen to the moon
The moon shows me sky
I listen to the wind
The wind blows me calm
I listen to the darkness
The darkness gives me light
I listen to the sunlight
The sunlight tells me to break
To break my fast!
Because
I listen to them all
many are streets hungry
but I never learned to blame.
26 April 2020
4:21PM
Jalan Kayu Madang
Kota Kinabalu
Apparently
I am jailed in the room
reading the books of haters
where I can see caterpillars
spreading on the grave
rotting.
I even heard voices
shouting from the pages
the bourgeoisie are squeezed
cuddled by greedy mice
narrating rotten lies.
21 September 2018
Kota Kinabalu
I want to catch your instincts
running around the wilderness
and stopped at the flow
of the grooves
patterned with nightmare
deviated from the sky's stairs
formed with carved word
of the city
in the depths
of the miserable souls.
24 August 2018
Purple Couch
Kota Kinabalu
Me, no mysterious as the man in the iron mask. You need not to find the truth underneath my being. Me became the prisoner of of love. No hate. Just that. And peace. Yes. All of one. Me, not a dreamer of a metaphorical sense.
Me not a historian and philosopher to find the truth and to resolve the mystery of the pasts. As me, myself are under the custody of my creator and my heritage. As me not a prisoner of hate, even takes advantage of a salvaging faith.
Me, one will never you can see the face, even it's not hidden in a mask of black velvet cloth, though me loves to wear black. What is me is a transparent being, like drops of the morning rain, goes to the roots of blooming roses.
Me not a jailer of human discrimination, only with hopes me keep going. My identity is me doing, is the yesterday of this morning. But not this mourning, over a dying heritage, me doesn't want to leave, rotting.
Me not be the subject of different books, research and teaching, me see through how the morning comes to end when the dusk turns to evening, every time. But me like to be a flower, every time it blossoms sees the the rain pouring.
Skypod, Kota Kinabalu. 10 Aug 16. 2:10Pm
What's the fault of the children
Born from the undocumented parents
They have rights to be registered
Where they were born and live
The rights are not limited
Not even those who are documented
They are the citizens of the world
Why can't they be accommodated
Even simply for a birth certificate
What is important they become "legal"
Although there are no "illegal migrants"
What happen to the system
Let's "get everyone in the picture".
Because everyone is part of a whole!
The Palace Hotel, Kota Kinabalu
241115. 9:52AM
It takes courage to believe,
we can move the mountains.
Until our time ends,
we still live facing hardship to ease.
Kota Kinabalu
in the school I am thought to learn
some teacher use to tell me
my grades are depend on me
the teacher are only to record
that's the role of the teacher
really?
the teacher must be called
a recorder, instead.
Kota Kinabalu
What do you feel talking to ants,
the ants will listen to you
and you became friends
I am certain that we are all connected
we all understood our roles
and our contributions to nature
now I want to talk to ants.
Kota Kinabalu
I walk along the streets,
then the streets that are not familiar
neither to you nor to me
the condition of road ahead
definitely unknown
In just walk and walk,
until I get into the rocky road
Then at least one nice road is there
then I go, and keep going and going,
until then I reach my destinations,
that’s any uncertain destinations
but I am surprise to see
I am discovering success that lies ahead
It was not waiting for me,
but it is for me to take the opportunity
what I need to do is ‘doing,’
making my time useful
in a day, without doing anything!
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Kota Kinabalu. 100116.4:58PM
A good marriage is beautiful
But there are more than that
A lovely relationship
More of it is a friendly one
An important date is kept
Not in a paper but in the heart.
The seconds, minutes and days
They are not enough as a time
And not all years are the same
What matters how it is spent
Cherishing together what is best
Continuing is the journey together.
The bond that survives the waves
One day it is the best ties
Never in any tribulations surrenders
Despite so many trials ahead
Togetherness is the most high
And the right place is the heart!
I love you peace. Let’s sail together. Layag Sug
Kota Kinabalu
09 January 2016
11:55AM
No engineer without them
Without them who is footballer
Pilots are born of them
And the youth are from them.
There are no 'his and her' if it was not them
Each employee is born from them
And the our leaders too
Take it to the peak of success.
Who are mother if not them
No father became leaders
He also educated children from them
Without them no one goes everywhere.
O they are nations’ educators
Authors are not born if not them
Thanks should be extended to them
As education is the right direction.
Happy Teachers Day 2015
I love you teacher. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Kota Kinabalu, 11:49 AM, 15May2015
Only memories that leave its traces
for us to turn our back in place.
The city of widow,
below the breezy mountain
is always waiting for our coming.
I have missed it so much.
Thanks Fi Amanillah!
Air Asia Flight, Kota Kinabalu
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