"WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS, BUT WE OFTEN LOOK SO LONG AND SO REGRETFULLY UPON THE CLOSED DOOR THAT WE DO NOT SEE THE ONE THAT HAS OPENED FOR US."

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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A Letter to You

Oh You
And your kids
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Here this voice come on from deep inside

In the lazy double bed I lay me down.
All around me is pretty on the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this smaller room.

How does the story of us will end?
Are we will stay together
Forever and ever?
Or is this just the only of  my daydream?

But it's all right,
Cause I know the truth
This story will end, someday soon
When I close my eyes forever

Nowadays we share all together
How could I forget this
But someday it will be
Gone to ground

If I almost gone
Are you stilll hold my hand?
And if you do
I can go free..

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Pesona Alam

Dari puncak air terjun
Menyaksikan si matahari terbit
Sedikit demi sedikit
Sang suria menonjolkan diri
Mataku seolah terpaku
Dengan kecantikan sinarnya
Pemandangan pagi mengindahkan
Sukar diperoleh dimana-mana tempat


Di puncak itulah
Kelihatan tumbuhan-tumbuhan
Yang cantik menghijau
Bongkahan batu
Menambahkan lagi
Seri puncak
Aku gembira
Dapat menerokai khazanah
Yang tak ternilai itu


Tika senja menjelma
Dapat juga kusaksikan
Panorama indah dari puncak
Kala terbenamnya sang suria.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A Moment at the Yard

I watch the children playing
See them playing in the yard
They laugh out loud
And show smile on their lips
With their friends
They had the happiness
Full of joy
A bag of smile


They run... run and run..
Pursue of each other
And I hear their mothers calling
As they empty out the yard
Echoing their footsteps
Like bells tolling in my heart
And gone.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Leaders Of The Crowd

They must to keep their certainty accuse
All that are different of a base intent
Pull down established honour hawk for news
Whatever their loose fantasy invent
And murmur it with bated breath, as though
The abounding gutter had been Helicon
Or calumny a song. 
How can they know?
Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone,
And there alone, that have no Solitude?
So the crowd come they care not what may come.
They have loud music, 
Hope every day renewed
And heartier loves
That lamp is from the tomb.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Istana Darah Merah

Langit tinggi yang kebiruan
Lantai bumi yang kehijauan
Bertukar kepada kemerahan
Itulah istana darah merah

Halilintar memanah sana-sini
Guruh berkumandang di langit tinggi
Awan hitam berarak meredah maya
Hujan pula jatuh bertaburan
Mengalirnya air hujan di bumi hijau

Halilintar itu adalah "senjata"
Guruh itu adalah "senjata yang besar"
Awan hitam itu adalah "patah harapan"
Hujan itu adalah "peluru"
Aliran hujan itu adalah "darah yang mengalir"

Sampai bila ia akan terus sebegini?
Dimana tangan-tangan penyelamat?
Patutkah mereka (Israel) tinggal di alam musyahadah ini?
Rakyat harus diberi peluang untuk bersuara

 Suara Rakyat

Hujan Darah yang membasahi bumi

SELAMATKAN PALESTIN!
Jangan biarkan istana mereka
Yang putih lagi suci
Menjadi istana yang kemerahan.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Sekadar Nostalgia

Bermula halaman pertama
Dibuka tirai rancangan dan semangat
Moga hari yang mendatang
Bak bunga berseri lagi mengembang...

Bulan baru lembaran baru
Ia adalah sinar harapan
Semuanya penuh doa dan restu
Tiap kejadian dimamah dengan ketabahan
Agar tiada lagi kesilapan
Seperti dahulu kala...

Akan aku catatkan
Pada helai-helai harinya
Kaya dengan pengalaman yang matang
Disimpan peringatan untuk pengajaran
Detik-detik yang mendatang di saban hari
Semuanya pendakian
Yang bakal mendewasakan.

Si Lagenda

Ini malam,
membuatkan diriku diulit kelenaan
Melodi klasik membuka suara
Mengdendangkan irama muzik tanah air
Yang di karangi oleh seseorang 
Yang digelar Si Lagenda
Tan Sri Dr. P.Ramlee.

 
Tan Sri Dr. P.Ramlee

Al-Fatihah...
(22 March 1929–29 May 1973).

Friday, June 4, 2010

Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:


Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.