Our lies, they would rather not
Be seen by the prying eyes
These lies they burn red and hot
Yet hide in the night’s dark guise
They hide in the plots we make
They nest like the coiling snake
They fest in the illest will
They pounce with the venging thrill
Your lies I cannot abide
Now seen by all, wide and far
No more can they twist and hide
I know you for what you are.
On Christmas Morning
Christmas morning, and
The birds are chirping softly
Calling down His Grace.
Tentang Geng dan Musuh
Awal hari mundar-mandir
Cari makan pagi buta
Kalau kau geng, DNAA
Kalau musuh, kena sita.
Tentang Jeritan Yang Terlumat
Dalam jiwa penuh jerangkung
Trauma lama belum terubat
Dalam hati menjerit raung
Mulut diam terkunci lumat.
On The Sin of Pride
I keep a watchful eye now
For age-old sin of Pride
(We hardly use that word now
That word - Sin! - we deride
It’s very nature, quaint now
Yet one more Truth denied
And Virtue, set aside now
Lo, Freedom’s deified!)
Yes, Pride is all around now
Its seeds spread far and wide
It grows in every heart now
It blooms, and needs not hide
Pride grows with zest and verve now
Mulched with our deadened eyes
Black mirrors in our hands now
Pride’s gardens multiplied
Alas, this is the way now
Our lives suffused with Pride
The original Sin now
Prized, what was once decried
One wonders for how long now
We’ll let desires decide
Will we break free of Pride now
Or endlessly abide?
On Beseeching
Every kiss of wave to beach
A silent prayer to beseech:
Glory be to God!
Glory be to God!
Glory be to God!
Tentang Kepulangan ke Andaman
Desir pantai mengubat rawan
Bayu laut memuput kasih
Pulang tuan kami alukan
Bagai gagang alukan sirih
Langit biru luas terbentang
Redup alam dilindung awan
Lama sudah tuan berdagang
Pulang tuan kami rayakan.
On This Beach
Amidst the bleating of the cicadas
And the purring of the waves
I felt the sudden urge
To make ablution
And pray to Him on the sands of this beach.
On Peace (None Save in Him)
Each futile attempt
Teaches me - there is truly
No peace save in Him.
On The Arc of Time
In praise of Time, this thrumming beat
This silent rhythm of Life’s heat
Within the pauses of these lines
Time ladles out our lives divine
I celebrate the arc of Time
The metronome of God Sublime
With ev’ry second measured neat
We live in midst of Time’s swift fleet
As we survey the darkened glass
Of future hap’nings yet to pass
Time feels like treacly liquid’s flow
The pace of life feels leaden, slow
And yet in future when Time’s drum
Has faded past, How far we’ve come!
We would exclaim in disbelief
Time’s flown away like Fate’s sly thief
In such arch ways Time plays its ploys
As we endure our woes and joys
Though trapped we be in Time’s taut cage
Against light’s dying, burn and rage!