Woi, dunia! Konek aku lagi besar dari konek mereka semua!
Tentang Nasib Umat
Apa nasib umat Melayu Jadi bangsa paling tercandu Gula-gula ditabur mudah Demi pancing undi sepangkah Apa erti bangsa merdeka Kalau masih terleka alpa? Apa makna gelaran Tuan Kalau masih melukut rawan? Apa nasib umat Malaysia Masih segan mengaku bangsa Walhal sudah bertahun lama Ganding bahu membina nusa Apa erti kalimah warga Kalau masih adu sengketa? Apa makna bangsa Malaysia Kalau masih dilaga-laga? Apa nasib negara bangsa Masih belum kenal dirinya Walaupun gah di mata dunia Masih kerdil hati jiwanya Wahai semua anak pertiwi Mari sama berpadu janji Tolak tepi sangsi curiga Ayuh warga, bina Malaysia!
On this Morning without Monkey
The morning feels so desolate
No charming meow to meet
No loving purr of tortitude
No furry paw to greet
This morning makes the first of morns
of many more in store
For now it's just the two of us
No Monkey, ever more.
On Goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye and
thank you for loving us all
these years. Rest well, Monk.
On Changes
I’m goin’ through changes -
the vicissitudes of Life,
they ain’t stop’n for me.
On Consolation
In consolation
these words are yours - to soothe and
to say “nevermore”.
Tentang Linangan Gundah
Singgah tiba di pekan Cheras
Jangan lupa membeli keris
Linang mata mengalir deras
Hati hiba bagai dihiris
Keris Jawa berliuk-liuk
Alat jati pendekar Naning
Hati hiba tiada terpujuk
Buah hati terlantar gering
Alat jati tanda keramat
Keris tuah menikam bengis
Buah hati gering teramat
Hamba gundah berendam tangis.
(pantun kasih buat Monkey)
Tentang Birat-Birat
Birat-birat itu adalah
Biru lebam yang belum padam
Seakan cakaran yang cukup dalam
Pada tubuh dan jiwamu
Takkan kau lupakan
Meskipun bertahun lamanya
Meskipun dia sudah lama mati
Dendam marah itu masih sebati
Marak kesumat
Merah meligat
Api kecewa seorang anak yang terbangsat.
On These Few Things
Elton John
Backgammon
Logic puzzles
Demis Roussos
These are the few things I remember
from those days long ago
when you were still trying to be my father.
On Plucking the Bitter Fruit
They asked me to describe
what it is that
I am feeling right now:
The disappointment of a son
and the alienation of a man
the bitterness of hopes
and the sweetness of vindication
the smallness of petty disagreements
and the enormity of loss
even if it is just the losing of you
I buried you yesterday
and I accepted your mantle
but I refuse this myth-making
this farce of false memories
You left us yesterday
but I left you long ago.