Painting

You are a painting,

Of a country far away,

Of a place that I wish I can stay,

So I trace my fingers on your frame,

Hoping to be whisked away,

To the place where I wish I could stay,

But alas I could not,

For you are just a painting,

A painful reminder of that place far away,

Where my body could not just be whisked away,

But where my heart will always stay.

If Only

If only the planets would align,

And all the stars present their shine,

If only the sea would be still,

Till we hear the fishes breathing through their gills,

If only the wind would sing,

A sweet lullaby to soothe the aching,

If only wars does not exist,

Then maybe pain would not persist,

If only hunger was a fable of the imagination,

And we have enough food to feed nations,

If only I could list out all the impossible things to happen,

And wishing that it is no longer unthinkable,

Then maybe the door for us would open,

And happiness will be eternal,

If only,

If only.

Surviving

Paintings has lost its colours,

Songs are without tunes,

Poetry devoid of meaning,

Food stripped of taste,

The Sun no longer provides warmth,

The night is calm no more,

For without you,

I am no longer living,

Only surviving.

Desert

What once was a beautiful city,

Bustling with activity,

Filled with vitality,

Tis now but a desert,

Decayed beyond recognition,

An empty shell of what it used to be,

A place stripped of its former glory,

A sea of sand out to the four corners of the horizon,

Sand as far as your eyes could take you,

And you are in the midst of it all,

The sun burns unmercifully above,

Your lips chapped,

Dehydrated,

Your very lungs betray you,

With every breath exhaled,

Steals what very scarce water is left within,

And you crawl,

For your legs can no longer carry you,

The gravity, so thick in the heat,

Pins you on the desert floor,

And even in these bleak conditions,

Without even a slight chance of recovery,

Your brain cannot help but project mirages,

Of oasis full of lush greeneries,

Water as blue and as vast as the cloudless sky above you,

And you crawl, ever so slowly,

To that oasis that is just.. just a bit further,

Almost there.. almost..

It is.. within.. reach….

Forward you go,

Millimetre by millimetre,

Inching closer and closer,

But in reality never getting any nearer,

Even in such bleak situations,

Your brain can do nothing but hope,

Deceiving you that you.. almost got it.

My Sadness

To describe sadness is to describe colours beyond their words,

For everyone knows what it refers to,

But to describe it in detail is near damn impossible,

For green is green and blue is blue,

The words are limited in their description,

It cannot go beyond what is denoted by those words alone,

Oh how I wish I could explain what sadness is to me though,

For maybe the explanation of it could ease me of its burden,

Remove what has laid waste to my garden,

It is a mess,

And though I try my best,

You are a plague that I cannot force out,

Cause no matter how much I wanted to push you out,

Secretly my heart hopes that you would be with me throughout,

Time, space, distance,

Any sort of spatial differences,

It wouldn’t matter,

As long as we are together,

But no!

You are a dream that I must no longer remember,

An infestation of weed in my garden that I must not let fester,

Though to do that is what is killing me,

For my garden has already been consumed by weed,

And to pull it all out will leave nothing in it,

It will be void of any vegetation,

Just an empty lot devoid of life,

And the process will kill my every being,

My soul will scream indignantly,

My body will convulse violently,

My heart crushed entirely,

My brain burned out indefinitely,

This is dear, my sadness,

Destroying my only source of happiness. 

Jisim

Siapa kata perasaan tak punya jisim?

Apakah hati ku yang tenggelam bukan bukti pada keberatannya?

Apa hancurnya jiwaku bukan jawapannya?

Adakah keretakan jantungku perasaan semata-mata?

Tidak,

Perasaan punya jisim,

Ia sesuatu yang zahir,

Jikalau tak,

Takkan lutut ku rebah ke bumi,

Meratapi engkau yang tak ku miliki.

Bomb

To love is to plant a bomb in your heart,

And give the trigger to someone,

And trusting that they will never, ever, use it.