The Tart Sequel

Privileged as the heir to the gold beans
You grew up with the roots, groomed in greens
The sun was your filter from darkness and gloom
The ample rain poured nicely in your luminous room
Such infliction you need for the ontogeny
Yet the ontology stayed backward in the prophecy
Your leaves you left sunbaked till they crumble in sorrow
But the hollow life they left behind will start anew tomorrow
For you that is, when you germinate to a chromatic colour
When a little girl pluck you from that tree of wretched valour
Because the leaves aged but you were beheaded
The leaves went with the flow but you were molested

-PRK-

Jahil

Sedangku duduk berepilog keseorangan
Ku terdengar puisi indah berkumandang
Menusuk jiwaku bagai keris berdendangan
Di saat itu juga mata kita bertentangan
Persis pujangga cinta hasil rekaan novela
Kau melangkah ke arah ku dan aku terlena
Dan disebalik langsir segalanya mula kabur
Bila ucapan cinta manis mu mula dilacur
Dengan pembohongan yang tak bisa dileburkan
Kau rakus dan semuanya bagai satu kerelaan
Kemudiannya alam maya mula menghantui realiti
Segalanya musnah, tak sanggup lagi ditatapi
Dan di suatu senja itu ku rasa gelap
Mata ku dan seluruh duniaku pun terlelap
Kesenyapan ini kemudian berbisik bagai gelas yang pecah
Maka disini dimatikan sudah satu kisah

-PRK-

Uncouth Clemency

Stop looking for droplets they say
There's an ocean and the waves are roaring
The droplets may have disrobed you
But the ocean washes away the filth
Oh, should I believe this, I asked
That the ocean is a herculean
That it resembles the God of Greece
That it will fight for me
That it won't also ravish me off my gravitas
As I would believe that no faith pardons a murderer
A murderer of faith most of all
And if the uncouth clemency shall have it its way
Then I shall arise too, to have faith and drive hopes

-PRK-

Adat

Katanya tiada laut yang tidak berombak
Juga tiada gunung yang tidak bergaung
Dan cuma yang cekal mampu memberontak
Haram bagi mereka untuk duduk termenung
Kerna adat bernegeri, memagar negeri
Adat berkampung, memagar kampung
Dan bagai ular dalam lagundi
Adat mereka tidak bisa dilelong

-PRK-

Dan Biarlah Cinta

Lalu kewujudan mu menyelimuti dunia ku
Dan bagai perangnya dunia, kau mengelirukan jiwa ku
Namun aku yakin itu bukan satu permainan
Kocakan warna gelap itu bukanlah sekadar puisi
Atau prosa hati yang kesunyian
Kerna kata-kata mu umpama kucupan mesra di kala senja
Di kala otak ku kusut, cuba memahami ertinya bahagia
Di akhirat, juga di pentas dunia
Yang kemudiannya dikarangkan menjadi isi novella
Dan coretan hati ini, biarlah ia mengukir senyuman
Biarlah ia menghiasi cahaya terang sang bulan
Dan biarlah sekampung bintang menjadi saksi
Hingga akhir waktu, bermulanya pada detik ini

-PRK-

Bukan Sekarang, Kasih

Kopi ku bancuh, ku hirup di pagi hari
Sambil ku perhatikan dirimu sedang beraksi
Kau bagaikan pendekar impian di dalam mimpi
Caramu berbicara memeriahkan emosi
Ku jatuh cinta bukan kerna rupa wajah mu
Bukan juga sebesar kotak wang ringgit mu
Ku cuma senang hati dengan pemikiran mu
Jauh kau memandang setinggi gunung Kinabalu
Awan berbisik sesama sendiri bila kau tiada
Membuat ku resah, berbicara tanpa suara
Kasih, kau membuatkan diriku merana
Namun mungkin itu semua dugaan beta
Laksaman pena ku, biarlah disini saja
Sampai masanya nanti kita kan bertemu juga
Perasaan ini ku tahu akan kekal
Mungkin bukan sekarang, tetapi ku harus cekal

-PRK-

Chafe On Display

"Handsome!" she said
When she saw him exit the stage
"What a parade!" she thought
When he walked down the paseo
Then she stumped when he spit
And guffawed when he smell his armpit
"Men..." she sighed
When he snaffled his bulge
In public
Like a baseball
He then clenched and scraped it
And the finale chafe left her
Greatly displeased

-PRK-

At 5, The Sloth

Peculiar; she grew a separatist
From the summit she wished to preexist
Her queries locomoted and evinced
Then corporality aroused to daunt her fringe
So she sampled the shuddery infliction
Her tongue went on a vacation
The bonhomie she savoured and pincushioned
Appeared to be a prurient diversion
Then she flaked out in the shoetree till dusk
She casted aside the crumbled musk
She decompressed and suspired her trust
At 5, she agnized her latent lusk

-PRK-

Doleful Devotee

My heart is beating like my percussion
It's beating for an atomizer of affection
The calmest adjuster to my passion
The cheesiest romance to my deviation
The dearest bidder to my emotion
The clearest thrust to my expectation
The amplifier to my creation
That dusters my competition
That see me through my destination
That walk me through expectation
Without detention
Or indeterminate sentence
Because I'm the bouffant devotee to the platform
Of Shakespearean’s rotation
Pain and pleasure with no question
It's just one of those profound conversation
The repetition crime of fairytale
Matter fact, I'm the repetition crime many would compel
For I fall again in love with the King
Whose wives and mistresses rhythms are in sync
But this fervor inside is burning my palm
For the ocean's waves is never at calm

-PRK-

Ocean Breeze

He tinged her velvet lips, searching into her eyes
A hunt so choleric then slipped between her thighs
Her nails sliced through his skin, octave went high
A plunder she lust after, a diversion that never dies
His body drew closer to hers that's burning
Ablazed as they lean against each other's yearning
Confiding her sureness and puissant oddity
A symmetrical penury, a breeze that's probatory
As the sun take root, two souls simmered down
Softly they whispered, anticipating for the frown
But the love story marched on, along with the zephyr
Every moment then wangled the dire masquerader

-PRK-

Thus Spoke The Bumblebee

I made my way into the woods
Only to realize the buzzing pack behind me
Watching and reading my every moves
Undressed my strategies
My muscles were jaded then broke lose
I tried to catch my breath, panting uneasy
Charging forth, wasted my youth
Thus spoke the bumblebee

-PRK-

Sun Set Style

A dewy mist intertwined with a sirocco of parched haze
A clamorous sorrow warring to leave without a baze
Unperceived, realized only when the redness beamed
When a honeyed rosiness smile was seen
So lurid it somehow seen somewhere from a distance
Blazing for attention, at least maybe a pittance
Hardly a drop though paid heed to such recklessness
Until twilight nuzzled and sank into classiness

-PRK-

The Rove Beetle

It snapped like a twig, adust and aged
Erupted into debris, spaced and misplaced
Scattered in the night sky, soon interlaced
A journey with no end, only to be retraced
By a chain of reactions, the earth had vouchsafed
For such a being with such curio, the past had enslaved
Soon as the sun awakened, reflections then displaced
And the twig remain malformed yet unscathed

-PRK-

In The Nightfall

Here in the nightfall I often wonder
If someday the moon is gone forever
No stars, no fireflies nor a proper measure of pleasure
Neither I, nor you would know the meaning of leisure
For here even the nightfall is as loud as the waves
Clapping, applauding from inside the grave
For even silence is deafening for the nave
The longer I tried to stay to my gaze
For here in the nightfall it's never idle
And my soul is baffled in the intertidal
The leash that binds me is always guileful
But for tomorrow in life, I'll shall fight this tidal

-PRK-

Hollow Coast

Though the bottle is glazed
There's still be such a phase
Memories I couldn't erase
But I shall keep it rephrased
Never will they be replaced
For infidelity wasn't the case
It's just one of those days
The mist finger my face

-PRK-

Then... She Cried

She gave it a whirl
Ignored the whole world
In bed when she breathe
She would grit her teeth
Anxious maybe
But definitely heavy
The way she thinks
The way she drinks
And she did feel empty
She did miss him crazy
Yet she felt the sorrow
When she visualize her tomorrow
He came with class
With ice cubes in his glass
She was just a girl
With plans in a twirl
As much as it hurts
She needed the perch
She needed to find herself
Before it strikes twelve
She wasn't Cinderella
Nor did she need an umbrella
She's strong and she tried
But then... She cried

-PRK-

That Background Story

Once upon a time when I was a young teenager
It was either Gawai or Christmas, I don't quite remember
It was after midnight, that's what I can recall
My cousin and I talked about the future and all
She asked me what will I be when I grow up
I always knew what I wanted but then I sat up
I told her "let me tell you a story I once read"
But it was all fabricated right in my head
She loved the story but there was no ending
As we both fell asleep, in fact she was snoring
The next day I woke up I don't remember what she said
But I told myself "that was a good book I read"
I used to feel like a shapeless shadow
Often I imagined myself a cruel black widow
Often I imagined killing those who gave me the look
Those who roamed around like a textbook
But it was that story that I told my cousin
A story so pure that gave me the reason
To craft my verbs without profanity
To mash up my stanzas of reality
To explore, express, impress and influence
To walk out of the room leaving a turbulence
For plans change but dreams never do
And I changed, owing nothing speaks of you

-PRK-