Category Archives: So-called poetic

Awal Tahun

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Boleh kira kot berapa post ja aku tulis tahun lepas. Dalam banyak banyak tahun, tahun ni aku ada azam. Azam untuk menulis dengan lebih banyak.

I guess things are different now. Back in Durham which seems like ages ago, I live in a bubble. Few friends were around me and I met them rarely. Now I’ve met more people. More fun. More frustration too. But time doesn’t allow me to sit down and let my creative juice flowing.

But 2 songs are coming!

I know that these days, there’s no more of excitement of me announcing such time. Long gone the time where everyone’s kinda waiting for what’s next. But as I told my nephew, do it for you own amusement.

Aku suka menulis. Biarlah sekadar blog, atau cerita ataupun lagu.

Untuk puaskan hati sendiri.

Masalah datang dan pergi. Dan bila jiwa kacau, sedap juga menulis.

And that’s what I did last night.

Berbaringan di katil sambil otak menerawang entah ke mana, aku pun mula menaip di twitter. Dan dapat empat rangkap.

Biarlah manusia cuba menginterpretasi. Semuanya ditulis dari hati.

So there you go…

Sajak pendek 4 Januari..

Langit mengundang hujan.
Awan menjadi kelam.
Tiada lagi bayang.
Mungkin kelam malam bisa buat aku tenang…

Sayang, bulan terang lari di balik awan.
Mentari, kau undur malap.
Biar bulan cerah sendiri.
Biar cahayanya memanggil pelangi

Biar garuda jelajah timur.
Biar bumi gegak gempita.
Biar kacau bilau dunia.
Sarang terus ada.
Selagi ribut belum melanda

Tiada kekal abadi.
Bila sayap rapuh,
jatuh ke bumi,
harap paruh jadi penahan.
Paruh rapuh, rebah.
Biar jadi pengajaran

 

Whisper to me again

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Whisper to me again
Your dreams your wishes there
The words you said that I had never care
The graceful dancing I had never stare

 

Whisper to me again
Bout tomorrow you wish to have
And the joke that make you laugh
Which I’ve been so deaf, so deaf

 

Whisper to me again
Coz my eyes is open wide
And my soul starts to ignite
When the darkness turn to light

 

Whisper to me again
And this time I’ll see it through
And this time I’ll see in you
For the moment that is true

 

 

30/6/2014, 9.50pm

Blue Bird

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It was easy for me to say that my trip to the United States of America in April as one of the best trip I ever had. I’ve met great people, made new friends and did a lot of activities. I even went to The Wanted concert. Oh yea, my nephews and niece was like ‘that’s unfair!’ and then I took them to watch a musical in Straits Quay so that I’m still the best uncle ever!

But one of the random amazing thing that happened to me during the trip is meeting this very nice lady on a flight.

If you think AirAsia is chaotic enough, then think again. Imagine going on the flight where it is free seating that you just have to roam around until you find a seat. And the tricky part of having that freedom is – I was trying my best to avoid sitting next to some uninteresting people. Well, of course at that time, I so called use my extra sense to detect if those people are interesting or not. Well, of course not. And I didn’t have much choice either as our group was pretty late and we have to sit wherever we could.

And I ended up next to this 2 fellas which I would say are about the same age as my parents.

It was the flight from Chicago to Washington D.C. which is about 2 hours but time flies quickly. This lady called Lynn was very lovely and she told me about her son and her passion of teaching. I shared the same thing and at this time, I barely remember what else did I tell her. But it was one of the lovely experience I had in States.

 

So I shared her a poem that I’ve wrote quite a long time ago. It was untitled but it’s about blue bird. And then she gave her email to me saying that she will send me picture of blue bird taken from her house. And I’ve just recently manage to email her and she just replied it with this picture.

 

These are taken outside of her windows, I mean back in her house, not flight windows of course. Isn’t it lovely?

And here’s the poem that I wrote

 

The blue bird flies and spread its wings
up on the sky and so it sings

Every other birds silence in despair
for this blue bird is such a rare

In winter blue bird flies away
and took with it, its melody
as there’s no blue bird sings the day
the night has always been empty

But as season changes, the winter’s gone
the blue bird comes back, ends the mourn

Although the waiting has been long
but finally blue bird calls the rain
The blue bird sings its lovely song
and forest starts to grow again

And underneath the summer sun
the blue bird looks quite green to me
and it has been the only one
that sings to me so I can see

 

*Picture above is also from Lynn :)

Melankoli malam

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Sukar
Mulut kian terkunci
Tangan makin hilangnya tari
Minda terus berkarat

Hilang rentak ayat di hati
Rima yang sama sukar dicari

 

Selalu rasa diperhati mata
Selalu rasa mulut mengata
Buat diri hilang bicara
Buat gundah hanya di jiwa

 

Kadang rasa indah sekali
Bila menapak wahai si kaki
Jauh dari biasanya hari
Usah risau soal diberi

 

Tapi bila diseret langkah
Baru tersedar di mana hati
Walau jauh bahtera menongkah
Rasa diri mahu kembali

 

Cuma duduk di puncak angkasa
Biar lebar pandang jauhnya
Tiada ilham berkunjung di jiwa
Asyik difikir apa dikata

 

Acuh tak acuh mungkin caranya
Supaya diri terasa bahagia
Namun tak mampu menipu diri
Sudah ku tahu aku melankoli

 

Amri, 20 May 2014, 10.09pm

Menjawab Khutub Pingu

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Lama lak tak merapu-rapu secara berjemaah. Jadi hari ni mahu menjawab blog Halim. Halim ialah kawan aku dari USM dulu. Goes with nickname Pingu Toha dan sudah pun menulis beberapa buku cinta. He played a huge part in translating I’m Yours Malay Version, way way back then. In his latest blog post, adalah dia suruh menjawab soalan berikut untuk menjadi karakter dalam buku novel dia. Maka, demi mencari publisiti murahan, aku menjawab di sini.

Oh, klik sini untuk baca dia punya entri terlebih dahulu.

Maka, jawapan (yang dikalerkan dengan warna biru)

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Scene 143. EXT. Bus stop – siang.

Awak, ya, A.W.A.K., Y.O.U., sedang menunggu bus. Kelihatan BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR melangkah ke bus stop dan duduk tidak jauh di sebelah awak.

Efek bunyi cengkerik.

Tiba-tiba…

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Tumpang tanya, boleh saya tanya?

AWAK: (Sentap) Er… er… er… tapi…

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Cinta tu apa?

AWAK: Er…. (sambil menggaru-garu dagu yang ada stubble hasil dari shave dua tiga hari lepas). Rasa (diam dua saat). Rasa dari hati yang buat diri jadi lemah, tapi penuh seribu harapan.

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Jodoh tu apa?

AWAK: Hm… (masih menggaru stubble). Yang dah tertulis. Yang kadangkala rasa itu ada. Kadangkala tiada. Tapi memang sudah dia dan saya itu akan hidup bersama.

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Macam mana nak tahu itu cinta ke jodoh?

AWAK: Mati (sambil kepala Bukan Nama Sebenar senget ke kiri, menanti jawapan lagi). Bila cinta kekal ke mati. Itulah jodoh. (Tersenyum sambil memandang ke depan. Mata bercahaya)

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Macam mana nak cari jodoh?

AWAK: Tunggu saja. Biar jatuh dari angkasa raya. (melihat Bukan Nama Sebenar sambil tersenyum)

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Macam mana nak dapat cinta?

AWAK: Lihat dengan mata. Rasa dengan hati.

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Awak pilih yang mana satu? Cinta DAN jodoh? Atau cinta semata-mata? Atau jodoh sebenar-benarnya?

AWAK: Saya manusia. Saya pilih cinta. Dan jodoh itu sebagai doa. Biar kekal selamanya.

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Do you want to get married first, or fall in love first? *ttibe cakap ingris*

AWAK: Motip tetiba bercakap ingris??

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR: Kthnxbai.

BUKAN NAMA SEBENAR tiba-tiba terbang melayang-layang meninggalkan awak.

Seremmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm tak? Kiki.

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Halim, dengan ini aku menunggu untuk dicameokan dalam buku ko. Terima kasih

Hero Cerita

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Kata orang,
kasih itu biar satu,
teman itu biar seribu,
kerna lumrah hidup ini,
tak mahu sunyi mati sendiri.

Namun,
patut si teman bawa ketawa,
atau sekadar senyum bersama,
bukan resah menghiris hati,
buat diri semakin sepi.

Atau,
mereka itu bukan temanmu,
sekadar watak waktu berlalu,
jika kamu hero cerita,
ada teman ada lawannya.

Tapi,
Mungkin bukan musuh tradisi,
hanya kunang-kunang berani,
terpa arah benda bernyala,
Lama nanti hilanglah sayapnya.

Jadi,
Yakin sendiri tipulah minda,
bahawa kamu lebih mulia,
bukan bangga ada di hati,
sudah pun kamu tahu realiti.

Hanya,
sekadar pujuk diri sendiri,
biar mudah menempuh hari.
Kata kamu hero cerita,
ada sinar adalah gelapnya.

Kata orang,
teman itu biar seribu,
kasih itu biar satu,
walau kelat hidup duniawi,
biar yang satu mengubat hati.

-Amri
3 Januari 2013, 10.58 malam