Sunday, March 12, 2017

Kita Parallel

Kita terlalu sama
Macam dua garisan selari

Arah kita
Fikir kita
Laku kita
Mahu kita
Tawa kita
Tangis kita
Sama
Macam dua garisan selari

Kita memahami macam dua garisan selari
Kau hanya beri isyarat mata
Aku sudah boleh faham
Aku hanya perlu herot bibir
Kau sudah mampu erti
Seperti aku kata tadi
Kita sama seperti dua garisan selari

Tapi seperti dua garisan selari
Hati kita takkan pernah bertemu
Jiwa kita takkan pernah menyentuh
Raga kita takkan pernah bercantum
Sampai mati
Kerana kita hanyalah dua garisan selari


Pun begitu
Izinkan aku jadi parallel line kau
Juga sampai mati

Monday, June 13, 2016

Bus Stand

Suatu hari di bus stand. Aku tengah tunggu bas. Aku dengan scene tunggu bas ni macam air dicincang tak akan putus lah. Walau benci-benci aku pun dengan bas, aku tetap perlukan dia di waktu takde transport lain. 
Hari tu, ada sorang minah ni tunggu sebelah aku. Kalau aku lelaki, aku cakap awek tu cun. Sampai aku tertanya-tanya kenapa awek cun macam ni tunggu bas.   Awek cun selalunya dalam kereta brader brader layan aircond.

Sedang aku berfikir-fikir tentang appearance bukanlah segalanya, tiba-tiba fon awek cun ni berbunyi.

Takde jawab salam ke hello ke.

"Ha? Kenapa?"

"Lu dah ada awek, lu main ngan awek lu lah. Cari gua lagi buat apa?"

"..."

"Asal? Awek lu tak sedap ke?"

Aku terus call member kasi pickup aku kat bus stand. 

Second chance?

Kadang-kadang Tuhan sengaja tak beri kau second chance sebab dia tahu berapa banyak kali pun chances, kau akan buat salah yang sama jugak. 

Repeat the whole semester dari awal sebab kau nak buat kerja tanpa procrastination, misalnya. 

Bullshit.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Ready stock

Tuhan,
Kau jadikan dia ada berapa? Sebab aku tak suka rebut. Aku mahu dia yang aku sendiri punya. 

Kalau ada, jumpakan, ya?







Aku bengang hati aku tak reti move on. Biar aku cari baru untuk dia. Senang. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

The Untold Story

FADE IN:
INT. AN APARTMENT – BEDROOM - NIGHT
We can see a boy browsing through a list of songs on Spotify. The house was bombarded with the voice of  Alex Turner, coming from two large speakers in the room. The boy could not seem to find any song to play. He walked to the door of the room and shouted,
BOY
Hey! Know any recent, great song?
Secretly meaning to ask what she wanted to listen to.
IN THE KITCHEN
GIRL
Pardon?
BACK TO THE ROOM’S DOOR
BOY
What song is in right now? I don’t know any new song!
Still could not admit what he really meant to ask.
The girl walked into the room. The music was so loud that everyone else in that apartment building without choice had to listen to it too.
IN THE ROOM
GIRL
Any song?
BOY
Yes. What do you want to listen to, baby?
Finally asking it. They shifted their focus to the PC. And browsed through the list of songs. Together.
GIRL
Oh ha! This one! This one! (excitedly)
The boy chuckled and clicked on the chosen song.The girl looked at the boy’s face and grinned. Her head was up to something. She pulled the boy’s hand to the living room.


THE LIVING ROOM
The girl switched off the living room’s light. The only source of light was from the kitchen. The girl put her right hand on the boy’s shoulder. Facing each other. Her other hand held the boy’s right hand. Automatically, the boy gripped her waist and bring her closer to him. They looked at each other’s faces and laughed. Both of their feet moved swiftly to the rhythm of that beautiful song. They were slow dancing. In truth, neither actually knew how to dance but they kept on moving. Both were drowned in their own thoughts as they danced along to the music.
The girl rested her head on the boy’s  shoulder. In the dark, she almost cried. Yes, her dream to dance to this song finally became a reality. But that hurt her more because she was dancing with the boy that could never be hers. Ever. The boy held her closer, stroking his hand on the girl’s head. Trying to soothe her. The boy then pulled her face up. They looked into each other’s eyes and he slowly kissed her. It was a long kiss. Tears ran down the girl’s cheeks. He wiped the tears away and kissed her cheek. The boy smiled and looked into the girl’s eyes, to see if she was allright. The girl forced a smile, trying to assure him that she was fine. But the boy knew she was lying. We all knew that she was not fine.
The music stopped. They both laughed loudly, realizing that they just slow danced despite their awkward, stiff bodies. They seemed to have really enjoyed themselves though.  Because of this, deep in the boy’s heart, he was filled with guilt to someone faraway and also to this girl in front of him. As for the girl, we all knew that her heart was still crying. And it will keep on crying.

END OF PART ONE

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