Sejarah hidupku

 

Sejarah hidupku,

tidak berulang, namun,

tetap bernada

tetap bergema,

bagai bisikan di larut malam, nun jauh di telinga,

tetap berpuaka,

memburu jiwa.

Chats, Seremban, May, 2023

Glass? No, there is no glass

 

Glass?

No, there is no glass,

just my hands,

drinking with my hands,

and now they are failing me.

Wings?

I don’t need wings,

I need gills,

cause I am drowing.

Beer?

An old friend,

warming up seconds to seconds.

God(s)?

Too many of them.

I?

Chatting with friends, Kuala Lumpur, March, 2023

The God under the bridge

 

Oh to the God under the bridge,

I pray to thee,

Oh those rotten planks move so freely,

Oh those rusty bits on wire yowl,

my steady hands are leaving me,

my feet heavy,

my heart anchored to time,

and time is a thief,

no no time is a witch,

a witch that stowing away my peace on the other side grrr I curse the river I curse the bridge,

Oh to the God under the bridge,

I pray to thee,

Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.

Praying, Jenderam Hilir, March, 2023

Mighty Yama

 

Oh Mighty Yama, where art thou(?)

Riding a black buffalo without a sound(?)

Least the Taxman will ring the bell, you come unannounced(?)

Reading a sad death, Ho Chi Minh City, February, 2023

Oh Dewa Krisna, apakah aku ini satu sandiwara!

 

Oh ku tak mampu ku seperti Karna,

jatuh di atas roda,

berlumuran darah,

tak mengalah, tak akan mengalah,

biar diminta undur oleh dewa-dewa,

biar disindir oleh rakusan manusia,

biar ibu yang datang pujuk menangis,

tak berganjak, tak berganjak walau selangkah,

Oh ku tak mampu ku seperti Karna,

ku adalah satu tragedi, satu komedi,

makhluk yang ku lihat dalam bayang-bayang,

berubah di bawah lampu elektrik wayang,

ku Tok Dalang,

ku patung Pandawa,

ku patung Korowa,

ku gadai rukun demi sesuap nasi,

ku gadai dasar demi takhta yang menanti.

Oh Dewa Krisna, apakah aku ini satu sandiwara!

Political wondering, Kuala Lumpur, November, 2022

A happily ever after

 

Let us get a plastic bag, maybe a gunny sack;

let us wrap up the yellow pie moon and take it back,

let us hang it on the ceiling floor;

then power up the sliding door;

the water heater, the rice cooker, I need a shower,

definitely the refrigerator, I hate warm beer.

Let us shall never, have to ever,

pay the electrical bill no more.

A happily ever after.

Quiet night, Mantin, November, 2022

Lotus flower

 

Rises from mud without a stain,

a freedom only you can attain,

I envy you pink lotus flower;

for I carry with me my past mistakes,

for I am burdened with regrets,

for I burry them in muddy thoughts and pints of water,

for I am not too bother, not today, not tomorrow,

I grow older, perhaps one more pint wiser.

Site, Long An, Oct, 2022

Like a ghost behind the lore

 

I feel fallen,

like a compass showing north,

and only north,

in any direction.

I feel fallen,

like a cat with nine life,

knocking on heaven’s door,

and be told I am on the wrong floor.

I feel fallen,

like a ghost behind the lore,

just to be ignore,

by young adult children.

Driving, Bangi, September, 2022

Life goes on

 

Life goes on, even if I cannot predict the weather.

Those dark clouds over there ain’t for me, but for some fool without a raincoat,

I am good today.

Tomorrow, who knows,

I may be the fool instead, but the day could be sunny?

Afterall a raincoat is too heavy too pricey, and I don’t have one with me,

Life goes on, even if I cannot predict the weather.

Train ride, Kajang, July, 2022