Bila menulis terbalik

tiap yang duka, jadi suka
tiap yang luka, jadi cinta
tiap yang benci, jadi kasih
tiap yang hina, jadi mulia

Dan kehidupan pun berputar
membiarkan kita memilih
antara yang terbalik
atau sebaliknya.

nothing

sitting out here
thinking of nothing
wanting nothing
imagining nothing
hoping nothing
feeling nothing
saying nothing
being nothing.

the phone rang.
(shh, don't answer)
quietly, let reality wait.

kota kata

di kota kata-kata
kata-kata diperkata
kata-kata dikota
kota kata-kata
kata-kata kota
kota-kota kata

di kota kata-kata.

mewajarkan dosa

hang jebat meratap
di pangkuan pembunuhnya.
hang tuah pembunuh saudaranya
menelan airmata jebat
dengan harapan airmata itu
menjadi antidot
dosanya pada jebat.

A Haiku: On The Street

A young ginger cat
washes her face, oblivious
the morning sun shines.

A Friend

I saw someone
and thought it was you. I said
"hullo".
He looked up and around to
see whom. Quickly, I
pretended not to be the one
and walked away as fast as
I could.
Have I forgotten how you looked like?

coffee

the man looks at the cup of coffee in front of him. A thin vapour curls up and diasappear. He can't smell the coffee. His throat is dry, eyes are wet. With trembling fingers, he tried to lift the cup. But the fingers, seemed boneless, the cup rolled of table and crash on the floor. spilt coffee on the white lino. Black on white.