Things will come and go,

but will you let yourself be bothered by it?

 

Macam nilah. Penulis sebenarnya sangat tidak boleh lupakan kenangan dekat Subang Jaya, walaupun sudah jemu mulut penulis mengatakan bahawa penulis membenci Subang Jaya. Sumpah. Rasa meluat sangat pun ada. Yelah, jam sana, jam sini. Setiap masa pulak tu. Time tak jam tak pulak penulis nak keluar dari Casa.

Tetapi, saat nak check-out dari Casa, penulis rasa sayu. Penulis rasa kosong.

“Takkan yang ni je?”

“That’s it?”

Setahun Setengah, macam sebulan setengah je. Lama kita kenal, tapi dalam mana, masing-masing saja tahu. Harap-harap apa yang korang rasa, itulah yang seikhlas-ikhlasnya.

“It’s never about the place, it’s the people that matters”

These bright lights tried to blind my way home,

although they did promise to guide my way back,

Confuse, yet so sure.

Indifferent, yet so peculiar.

Thoughtless, yet so confirming.

I’ll seek them and surely they’ll seek me.

For friends are friends,

and memories are what its worth,

Priceless and precious.

Maybe it wasn’t home that I was looking for.

Maybe I’m already at home.

I’m the main character of this story,

never needed to be saved. 

Please, please, please make it last. :)

Fret the Moon

And the boy shall fret upon the Moon,
He would have sat upon the crown soon,
The Court Jester shall fret along too,
He have known this whole period’s wound,

Shall they celebrate upon nothingness,
That nothing, that exceeds something,

Something which the moon would say,

“Heed me signs of bleak future! Thee should not stay any longer!”

The boy sat on his crown, an actual illusion,
From nothing, a something could be born,
And from something, reduced to nothing,
And it would be a shame, though it was never a thing to begin with.

Could the fate crosses path with destiny,
Only the court jester could foresee,
He’s no mere joker, more than a seer,
Foreseen the boy’s future.

For the boy was nothing, he wants something.

For the boy was the Court Jester and they shall know nothing of it.

I shall take you away to the Moon.

After the clock strikes two, I shall abduct you,
I shall take you away to the moon,
No one will asked for you, no one will care,
I’ve erased their memories, no more despairs.

Come closer, I will not hurt you, nor will I touch,
Your stories and rants, all of it no rush,
Intrigued me with your look, and your words,
Let it dance across the orbit, moving forward.

Lay across your hand, accepting the heat,
Let me lay my head on you, feeling the beat.
Hush now my dear, we’re on the moon,
Speak no more my dear, it’s just too soon.

~Inspired by Yuna - After Midnight.

Akmal Ghani ©