Di bawah sinar remang rembulan itu
Kau dalam rangkulanku
Rambutmu hitam mengurai
Harummu menyimpan seribu janji
Dan dikala langit berdentuman
Jantungku turut berdetak laju
Darah berderu menyorakkan rindu
Jemari erat mendakap keranuman
Ah, aku terkalah oleh renunganmu
Desahmu menyerak segala akalku.
#640 Tentang Jalan Erang
Ini lumrah hidup di dunia
Jalan erang penuh berbengkang
Harus yakin pada Yang Esa
Pasti cerah arah gemilang.
#639 Tentang Nasib Bangsa Di Zaman Trump
Bayang hitam mengundang remang
Gegak guntur menggegar awan
Nasib bangsa makin terkencang
Pasrah dalam ketersepitan!
#638 On The Morning After
Sometimes
You just deserve
What you asked for
What you prayed for
What you voted for
Sometimes you just deserve what you get.
#635 Tentang Kesunyian Tiada Berpantun
Engkap engkip kehidupan yang
Enggan surut padam; terpijak
Jiwa hampa, terhempas malang
Mana janji hidup terlenang
Mana syurga jiwa berembun
Tiada nampak walaupun bayang
Hanya ada: hati terbalun
Sunyi sepi tiada berpantun.
#634 Tentang T15
Kalau tuan mengurus bangsa
Jangan lupa bermusyawarah
Gali cari jalan saksama
Agar warga tidak tersusah
Deras mulut mengucap arah
Kurang semak kurang pedoman
Rakyat bingung bercampur marah
Pening porak tidak keruan
Lajak sampan boleh diundur
Lajak kata buruk padahnya
Jangan leka menuntut akur
Hingga warga jadi termangsa
Cari jalan terpaling cermat
Agar lancar tatakelola
Amal adab beserta hormat
Pasti tadbir meraih mulia.
#628 On Nyan Fes
Woman dressed as cat
Sells you a feline trinket
- Nothing here is strange.
#627 On Yōkais Streaming Through Kōenji
Yōkai procession
Streaming through Kōenji streets:
Delightful monsters.
#624 On Being Your Jiminy Cricket
Am I your Jiminy Cricket
The voice of your frail, dimmed conscience?
The one you turn to
When you need the strength
To be the person
You’ve always known you ought to be?
Or am I just another member of
Your sprawling audience?
An unwitting witness to your witless schemes
The unremitting pursuit of
Your faded dreams?
#623 On Walking Away From The Maimed
Just watch me walking away
Riding off into my own private sunset
Alone, but unhurt
I sought my own refuge
From your games
And here I am
Intact and ungrateful
- or so you would say
I refuse to be one of the maimed
And those who have remained
They will bear their own scars, in time
Goodbye.
I have no more tears left to cry.