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Friday, June 24

Jahat

Kenapa aku ni jahat sangat
Buat something tak pernah nak beringat
Tak sedar kot kiri kanan ada malaikat
Bukan baik je,salah pun dicatat

Kenapa aku ni jahat gila
Kata mak buat tak dengar je
Kalau kawan semua diikutnya
Sekarang ni syurga tu bawah kaki siapa?

Kenapalah aku ni jahat
Rasa bersalah tapi still nak buat
Dah puas ikut nafsu tau pulak nak bertaubat
Macam mana nanti kalau tak sempat?

Ish jahatnya lah aku
Tak pernah berubah dari dahulu
Sekaranglah berubah apa ditunggu
Nafas di kerongkong baru kau tau

Aku ni jahatkan,kan?
Sudah-sudahlah melawan Tuhan
Tinggalkanlah yang bukan-bukan
Sunnah Nabi tu cuba amalkan

Dulu aku tak jahat macam ni
Cuba kau ingat masa kau kecik
Hati kau bersih, jiwa kau murni
Cubalah ya, you can do it!

Monday, June 20

Jeritan Senja September- A. Samad Said

Inilah diharap waktu syahdu amat resah
berfikir tentang diri dan begitu payah
mewajari racun seranah yang menikammu
Kenangan darurat kini berumbi kembali
senja Jumaat menyembur bara reformasi
Ketika khalayak didesak supaya bersepi
ingat, mengalir puisi Rabi’a Balkhi
merangsang kita berdebat ghairah sekali,
menghujahi senja Ahad yang terlalu ngeri
sebelum lebam mata dengan tangan tergari
Sesaat mentari dicalari keaiban berdebu
menggerhanakan bulan yang tersentak malu
Katamu, menghina sungguh peristiwa itu.



Itulah, seingatku, kali terakhir warkah
cemas dicantas-geram dironyok dari atas.
Memang amat dahsyat gelora seminggu itu
ketika dua kemudi menderam ke laut seteru,
ketika tofan juga sempat menyiat puisiku
yang cuba merakam marak bara reformasi,
disamping cuba memahami punca tirani

Didera kemelut liar peristiwa nyilu itu,
sungguh, tak lagi sedamai sufi qalbumu,
aku sendiri pun terasa paling berdosa
menilai perjuangan dengan dacing salah;
wajarlah kita dicabari kejanggalannya.

Tapi, sekerlip berubah gelombang tabii;
ribuan remaja di depanku, generasi berani,
mungkin lambat mengenal inti demokrasi,
tapi cepat menyedari erti maruah diri.
Kerana menghadapi pencabar yang berang,
tangan yang kukuh, taring yang garang,
semenjak itu makin yakin mereka berdiri
dalam ribut, celah petir, sisi puisi;
nyaring menjeritkan: ‘Hidup reformasi!”

Senja iri itu, seganding mereka berjuang;
peluh, air mata dan darah akrab sealiran.
Pencengkam-selautan senjata menggugat;
para demonstran-segelombang teman sehajat,
cekal berikrar untuk tidak mudah tumpas
walau bertalu dihentak tukul yang buas

Tersentak dari deraan pemimpin sendiri,
sesudah gugup dan goyah menghidu tirani,
mereka terimbas kibaran panji iktibar
menyaksi belia yang tak sedikit pun gusar.
Setelah begitu terdera, waraslah mereka
mencari peta kemerdekaan yang lebih sasa,
menjitu ke arah yang membahagiakan pertiwi,
tidak merakus membanjirkan kuasa sendiri.

Tampak mula ramai wira menyembuh lara,
merawat keadilan demi keutuhan bangsa.

21-29 September 1998

Catatan :
Paling jelas puisi ini merakamkan peristiwa panas reformasi, dan aku cuba merakamnya seadil mungkin, tanpa mengira reaksi golongan kiri dan kanan

Pak Samad

Buku : Suara dari dinding dewan

http://rasli.com/jeritan-senja-september-pak-samad/

Thursday, June 16

Friend Phone Facebook


Dear friend,
It's been a long time since we met,
We promised each other we'll never forget
but lonely is all I ever get,
Since the last time that we met.

Dear friend
The day that we last met,
We were so damn scared,
that we'll lose one another,
that this would be forever,

But then we got each others phone numbers,
I called you, you called me, we talked for hours,
it was so relieving to mock and joke again,
then phone stops ringing, all i hear is silence.

Then, ah the invention of Facebook,
Your name on the white blue page got me so hooked,
I moved the pointer to the "Add as friend" button,
I clicked and waited, the screen I can't abandon

My heart stopped and fluttered of overjoy,
When the chatbox popped and you say "Hoi!"
But you know how life and it's cycles so mean,
we both got busy and never turn on the screen!

So, now I'm between strangers in a crowded train,
Scrolling down my phonebook when I saw your name,
Hesitate,dialing,waiting you pick up the phone,
The monotone now female machine, and I know I'm alone.

Tuesday, June 14

Parrot

Sometime in life, we did mistakes.
Mistakes that then we would regret.
But somehow, in some weird way.
We forget that we ever regret it.
Then we do it again.
And regret it. and do it again.

I'm no better than a talking parrot.
Talked and talked as if I'm happy,
but long for the cage to be opened

Thursday, June 2

Differ

The difference between men and women...



Men: No matter how ugly they are, a woman will find the ugliness a beautiful thing.

Women: No matter how ugly they are, all men can find one beautiful thing about them.


Don't you think?

Wednesday, June 1

Short

sometime i just want to write a words or two
because we human never listen
some of us do try
without knowing they will fail

so i just want to write short
not that anybody would care
not that anybody would read
i'm just another scribble
carved by a stick on the sand
waiting to be washed
by unforgiving tide
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