Tag: love

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#664 On Your People

Maya Angelou said:
Bring your people with you. 

Think of the people who are no longer with you
   The people who loved you
   The people who supported you
   The people who were kind to you
Carry the spirit of those people on your shoulders

And when you walk into that room
Know that the people you bring with you 
Are your sword and your shield and your armour 
Let the memory of their kindness and their love 
Be the cooling shade amidst the scorching sun of blistering hostility
Be the warm companion amidst the withering spite of cruel indifference 

Be they a throng or the several few
What counts the most is how they loved
The one and only You they knew.
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#636 Tentang Kau Yang Dalam Rangkulan

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.
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#626 Tentang Kenangan Yang Telah Berlalu

Dari masa ke masa
Dalam saat tenang
Aku merenung halus
Kenangan terluka

Saat aku hulurkan
Sebingkis harapan tulus
Dan aku sematkan
Ke dalam tanganmu

Hinanya bingkisan itu
Dimatamu 
Lalu kau humban
Dan kau injak
Kau anggap jijik
Dan kau tolak

Kini serpihan harapan itu
Yang aku kutip
Satu persatu
Telah aku tanam
Dan aku siram
Mekar meranum
Wangi mengharum

Tapi kau takkan tahu
Semua itu
Kau cuma kenangan
Yang sudah berdebu
Datang dan berlalu.
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#610 On My Blasted Eyes

Did you ever suspect that we would find each
Other? Through the thickets of false friendships
and brambles of failed encounters, He was leading
Me to you: I was down on my knees, bleeding. Teach
Me to love you wholly, I said. My hands and hips
And blasted eyes are yours, yours for the healing.
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#602 On This Box of Broken Hearts

I've trapped a lifetime's worth of memories - 
Letters, photos, broken hearts - they are
Piled on top of each other; shattered fragments
Of lives unrescued, abandoned to Life's vagaries,
Their screams locked away in this box, far
Away from my attention, my daily distracted moments.
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#562 On the Poetry of Everyday Things

I want to write about
The poetry of everyday things:
   The smell of coffee in the morning
   The gentle breeze as I look out the balcony
   The fragrance of the flowers on the window sill
   The bark of the dogs down in the valley
   The growl of the cars zooming past on the road
   The uncles and aunties taking their morning walks
   The security guard nodding sagely from a distance
   The cats lounging by the side of the street
   You holding my hand, flashing that smile that makes me fall in love with you all over again, everyday.