For a new beginning

Aku meninjau-ninjau
Choba menghindari duri dan ranjau
Untok menchari sa-buah parmolaan yang baharu

Fana

Kadang aku terlampau leka
Pesona dengan nista dunia
Lalu aku mulai tertanya
Fana ini akhirannya apa?

The Boundary

Have you heard about a story that was located at the boundary between reality and fantasy. The kind of story that you heard and made you think that it might be real, and at the same time you feel that it just a made up. Well, I think you should have.

Convenient

"Well, it has been two years! Two straight years!!!".

"Apparently, yeah...".

"Have you ever thought how on earth you'll gonna explain that!?".

"Na man, I'm good. I never had a thought that I should explain that."

"That is very convenient".

"Yeap. Sure it is".

Warkah Lama

Aku melewati titis bara yang mulai terpadam dalam sepi
Di dasarnya itu warkah lama berdebu kian bertukar jadi abu
Datanglah angin, terbanglah puing-puing menghilang di awangan
Dalam keresahan senja bertandang, membalut kenangan yang tak mungkin hilang

Parts of the void

We're on our way to the heart of the town. While Primadonna by Marina And The Diamonds was played on the radio. The traffic congestion was as you could expect at 8 pm.

The road, the surrounding seems strange, yet so familiar. Well, I guess it's one of the thing that would occur within the five years voids.

And there was some other things that's very familiar yet so connected. And then when you realized it all covered with nothing but strangeness. Parts of the void.

Penghidupan

Aku menelusuri hari-hari biasa di Pulau Pinang. Jalan rayanya sibuk seperti selalu. Cuma di hari biasa ini, aku terpandang pada satu persada yang amat ku kenali. Sebuah persinggahan yang di dalamnya wujud penghidupan. Penghidupan yang pernah terabadi dahulunya.

Dan angin kerinduan yang lalu mulai berhembusan. Menggamit segala memori dan impian terpendam yang terdalam. 

Rain

It is raining at the outside.
I'm watching the rain water falling down from leafs to leafs, drops by drops.
It's reminding me about something in the past that will never come back.

How often...

I knew it was some sort of relief.

I mean, how often you do realize that you are lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere and
the fact that it took some time for you to acknowledge that you didn't have any idea where you were.
And how often you woke up in the middle of night and start realizing that you are not dreaming.

Back

I knew I'll be back. It just a matter of time. And this is it.

As I recall from the previous post when I just started my life in this country:

"Kepingan-kepingan ini jauh tersebar melepasi benua dan merentas masa. Aku cuba mengumpulkan sebahagian. Agak mustahil untuk aku kumpul semua sekaligus. Dan disini aku masih lagi berjalan, dan bersedia untuk berlari, berjuang."

I'm gonna fine those pieces. Every single of them. And let the time decide.