Sunday, March 30, 2014

A Withdrawal Syndrom

How is it
that you
are not

How is it
that I
am able to see

Are you
in a dream?

Am I
in that dream?

do we spell
in such dreams?

Sunday, March 23, 2014


Look to the sky.
Look up.
Glowing Saturn and a past-half Moon.

Look to the sky.
Look up.
Ursa Major radiating the gloom blue.

Look to the sky.
Look up.
Let the Almighty inspire you.

Thursday, March 20, 2014


A voice that
In between sleep
Far-away truths
Amidst near nothingness

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


I hereby declare an invasion.

It blows my mind how a simple exchange of words - short, concise, immediate and direct - could turn my night around.

Heat melting into warmth.
Noise blending into harmonies.

Replaying, replaying, and replaying scenes until my presence shifts into the moment and the moment becomes the present.

There's no good trying to string words together tonight.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Iylia (A Preposition)

Air mata sebagai saksi
Parut luka menjadi bukti
Setiap nafas semakin pasti
Tertulis sudah kini lalui

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Monsieur Capitaine Invites Himself for Dinner

Like old receipts
crumpled by the fist into a ball thrown aside hurriedly to forget

How ridiculous the amount was
How impulse the purchase was
How unnecessary the goods were

Landing at the bottom of shelves
Hiding in the back corners of drawers
Sinking into the depths of cardboard boxes
But somehow never removed


Here are my old receipts, each representing a weakness
Unballed now - ironed out flat
With only traces of creases
Pinned up against the wall

Some amount has been recovered
Some purchase has been returned
Some goods - put to full use

Come not into my home with marvel and compliments alone
Hand me your coat
And look upon this wall that I've put up
And take your time
Take your time
For when you're done you will be perfectly ready
Not a little more and not a little less
For the best meal we'll ever share

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Zahir, The

Visible, present,
incapable of going unnoticed.

It is someone or something which,
once we have come into contact with them or it,
gradually occupies our every thought,
until we can think of nothing else.

This can be considered eirther a state of holiness or of madness.

(The Zahir, PC)

Achilles Heel

Retak hati-nya
Resah jiwa-nya
Tinggi angan-nya
Sunyi malam-nya

Friday, March 14, 2014


"Di dalam keramaian aku masih merasa sepi
Sendiri memikirkan kamu"

It is surprising that you did not notice how frequent your soul flew into my dreams every night.

Late Hours

As the darkness of the night thickens
The stars peek through not timidly
But intrusively through the fog
As you did through me
And I through you
At such hours of the night

Thursday, March 13, 2014


This mystery does not uncover its secret
Not when you drink from pleasure until you are drunk
Not when your head is bowed down and you weep

What do you mean to teach me behind that smile?

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Zebras, Mr. and Mrs.

Some say Zebras are black with white stripes.
Others say they are white with black stripes.

Where do I even begin?

It is mighty difficult for me to describe certain things. Mighty.

Including myself. For you know me better, both black and white.

And you. For the limited words that I know will not do the beauty of God's creation that is you, any justice.

And this? This. Without whys and hows, it is what it is.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Diam Diam

Diam diam
Jauh jauh
Tak bermaksud sunyi
Menanggung rahsia hati

Satu patah
Dua patah
Tiga patah

Diam diam
Jauh jauh
Bukan bererti sepi
Menunggu bertemu kembali