Tag: life

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Tentang Akad Berahi

Kau semak wajah mulus itu
Buat kesekian kalinya
Pada dinding cermin
Yang membingkaikan gemilang parasmu
Yang melontarkan gema ranum 
Ke setiap sudut kamar gelap itu. 

Dan gemilang wajah itulah
Yang kau umpankan
Pada setiap mata liar
Yang khusyuk menjilatjalar
Pada setiap sudut wajah itu
Pada setiap inci sosok itu
Panas darah mengomboh debar
Hangat syahwat meruntuh sabar

Dan lewat malam nanti
Kau semak wajah mulus itu lagi
Merah gincu tercalit mereng
Rambut kusut terbingkai asing
Sudut kamar menjadi saksi
Gelap lazat akad berahi.
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Tentang Pencarian di Sebalik Baris-Baris Excel

Aku mencarimu, Tuhanku
Di antara baris-baris aksara ini
Yang menggumpalkan merah hitam nikmatMu
Yang menghitungkan segala ciptaanMu

Selembar demi selembar
Aku menzikirkan semua kurniaan ini
Setiap selirat sungaian rahmat
Setiap tandan buahan lazat
Deru luruhnya menggunung ranum
Manis nikmat menguntum senyum

Nah, ternyatalah
Setiap baris dan lajur
Yang terbentang luas ini
Tiada tercukup untuk mengira setiap rezeki
Tiada terangkum acap syukur kami.
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Tentang Mimpi Api

Kau turuni lembah itu
Mata marak menyimbah segala 
Setiap gerakmu menggetarkan alam
Yang melutut gentar dikakimu

Dengan sekilas pantas kau hunuskan pedang api itu
Kilau amarahnya membakar angin lalu
Memanggang setiap mata
Menyinggung setiap jiwa

Merahpadam itu enggan redam 
Marahmu itu tak mungkin diam.
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Tentang Dua Ratus Hari

Dua ratus hari
Luruh bak dedaunan tua 
Yang jatuh rebah di kaki usia 
Satu demi satu 

Dua ratus hari
Pantasnya bergulir lalu
Sekilas bayang dan terus menghilang
Dan matamu melirik resah
Menyanyikan sekurun gundah.
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Tentang Hakikat Azali

Apa yang sedang kau cari? 
Sekaut harta, nikmat duniawi? 
Semuanya itu fatamorgana
Halusinasi dunia sementara
Pulanglah ke jalan asalmu 
Hakikat azali masih menunggu!
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On the Shittiest Boss in Kuala Lumpur

I was in my favourite bookshop in Kuala Lumpur yesterday, sitting in my usual spot at the staircase and browsing for books. (I eventually got myself a copy of Boccaccio’s Decameron, thanks for asking hehe.) As I was browsing, I spied at the corner of my eye, someone who used to be the boss of a friend of mine. My friend had related his travails of working for this man – the shenanigans, the tantrums, the late salary payments. I pretended not to see him, which was not that difficult, since I didn’t really know this man – only that he was a terrible boss.

Not long after, I got up and made my way to the cash register, paid for my book, and walked upstairs to the cafe where my wife was sitting, drinking water while going through her own reading.

I saw down and immediately said, “Hey, guess who I saw!”

“Who??” Kat looked at me quizzically.

“I just saw the shittiest boss in KL, just browsing for books!”

“Wow! So **** is here looking for books??” Kat asked, her brows furrowed.

“Err, nope. Not him. Guess lah. I’ll give you another guess!” I said, enjoying this little game.

“Hmm. Ah, I know! You saw ****!!” Kat made her declaration with gusto, utterly convinced that she was right this time around.

I frowned for a while and said, “Wow! Hmm you are right, that person really is a shitty boss!! Wah this is rather stiff competition! You might be right, she might be the shittiest boss in all of Kuala Lumpur! But no, it wasn’t her that I saw.” I shook my head in denial, even as I was marveling over the fact that it really was stiff competition.

“Oh, I don’t know! Who is it???” By this time, Kat’s curiosity was really piqued. She needed to know.

“Haha it’s **** lah! Remember??” It was Kat, after all, who was regaling me with stories of this man’s horrific treatment of our friend.

Kat laughed out loud and said, “Oh yes, haha yes he really is a terrible boss! But you must admit though, **** really is a terrible boss herself! In fact, I think the margin is pretty thin between the two!”

I laughed along, nodding my head in agreement with my wife. I suppose there are quite a number of shitty bosses out there!