“Without God, everything is permitted,”
Said Dostoyevsky in his masterwork
For Godless souls, unreined, unimpeded
Would freely give in to evils that lurk
Hold on to His tether, anchored and true
His Grace and Protection, He will imbue.
#776 On An Unpolished Poem
I let you now to fly, unpolished, out
Into a cruel world, knives out, poised to pounce
Should I have held on, made the time to grout
The patent gaps, rub out each drossy ounce?
Against my better judgment, I present you now
For eyes to judge: to love or disavow!
#775 On This Bar of Fate
Suppose, this is as far as I could go:
A golden cage enroofed in solid glass
Must I persist to try and overthrow
This bar of fate that says “Thou shalt not pass”?
Or stoop now to accept His high decree
That each of Man shall have his set degree...
#774 On Carrying Miracles
I carry with me miracles abound
Th’inheritance of lineage and of prayers
They give me flight, yet anchor me to ground
Protect me from the harsh glare of naysayers
I thank Thee for Thy bounty and Thy Grace
That dignify and raise me from the base.
#773 Tentang Hari Empat Bintang
Hari ini, hari empat bintang
Bangun awal pagi
Sarapan pisang dan kopi
Tugasan kerja berjalan rapi
Solat Jumaat berganding rakan
Isu yang sulit dirungkaikan
Melawat cawangan Baharu Kinokuniya
Makan burger bersama rakan lama
Yang kurangnya cuma:
Hati tertawan gundah gulana
Merindui dinda yang jauh disana.
#772 Tentang Angan Kelambu Malam
Dalam angan kelambu malam
Embun kasih meremang sayu
Jiwa hamba terkapai karam
Tewas dalam lautan rindu.
#771 On The Three of Us
In between the moments of silence
When words are not spoken
And the seconds fall away like dying leaves
I say a quiet prayer of thanks
For this brotherhood
This fragile web of comradeship
This great gossamer bond of friendship.
#769 On The Dappled Light
The warm light streams through
The wide bright windows, dappled;
My poor heart aches - breaks.
#768 On Grandiose Meetings
In conference rooms with faux-wood tables we
Enact a pageantry banal and false
In suits and ties, with speeches grand and twee
And cliches formed from flawed inchoate thoughts
Imagine: lives devoted to this game
Existence frittered on such prancings - lame!
#767 Tentang Fantasi Seorang Suami
Menurut aku, kau masih sini
Masih dibelai dimanja sang suami
Masih disisi berceritaceriti
Menurut aku, kau dan aku bukannya terpisah
Jarak jasad bukanlah ukuran realiti
Hanya fatamorgana dunia yang terkukubesi
Menurut aku, kita masih tetap bersama
Masih tetap berkongsi gurau leka
Masih tiada terasing terduka.