A Man for a Woman

She seem serene, almost cheerful
And beneath the drape,
She is intolerably pornographic
Incomparable to the many prodigies
Of the female gender
To the painting and sculpture
Of a perfect figure - the modern Aphrodite

Her uncompromising intelligence
Is beyond the average valve
Of knowledge of many commoners
And her unfathomable brilliance
Often applaud by the royalties
And the likes of Athena

But often as the sun sets
And as the ocean breeze slows down
Becoming colder by the second
She would wander
Wanting to fade into the horizon
To leave the column of thick smoke
That spreads only gloom and sorrow
And the reverberating deviltry
Penetrating every abandoned soul

So melancholic and she is at bay
Trapped in the social stigmatisation
Of the nameless physical desire
Of essential strangers
Those who admire one that is both
A gift and a curse to her

But beneath her skin, she sees scars, she feels cuts
Bites of ants, stings of bees
Bruises from her struggles with identity
The romantic hypocrisy
And the disciplines of love, trust, faith and romance

And in the nightfall, only he could hear her cry
Sometimes tender, sometimes in agony
At times her cries sounds like
A navigated symphony
With no sense of pitch
And feels like a personal visit to an inferno

Her somber frequencies are no merriment to him
But the diminutive chime of her solitude
Her exhausted somnolence
Narrowed pedestal and
And her eagerness to be freed
To escape the fence of pentameter
Is ironically a Gospel music to his ear

Such is a particular gift of the bringer of dawn
The emissary of broken souls
Of defeated conquering heroes
Of bewitching beasts
Blinding them with his superficial charm

Such is the power of Lucifer
Engendering heartsease in her drama
An emotional parasite
A puppeteer inciting guilt 

Such is a strong power play
Between the giver and the taker
The sadistic and masochistic
The familiar inner voice
The silent killer that exists within you
And I

-PRK-

Past Perfect

I used to be dirt poor
I didn't need to go to the well for water
But there were hardships
That led to depression
I remember I laughed a lot
And shut myself from the world later
But I'd rose from all my falls
I'd slip and roll but I'd get back up
It was like solving crossword puzzle
Pointlessly in the dark
Sometimes I'd reach into my pockets
Only to take out the few bucks I have
To survive, to make it through each day
But we all have that past
And that past is meant to guide you
Not define you
Because we all used to be dirt poor
But not our faith and kindness

-PRK-

The Crossover

It's transcendental; the experience I assume,

It's ought to be
The ecclesiastical purposes of a person often led them to a miraculous tubularity
Masters of a mystical landscape - or so they believe
And lost their way in the excursion into the realm of theory
A direct insight of heaven and hell
A modest treasure of believers
Until they don't towards sundown
Until death is the only fear, the only truth
The ultimatum of all homos:
Sapiens and its many collectives

-PRK-

Uno Oscula

Amid his roar she grasp for breath
And he glances down at her
Admiring a spine of desire in her eyes
The state of her physiological intelligence
The force of her lechery
A holy eucharist he owns
A temple he religiously visits
A necessary passage of his existence
As one whose love song is intimate
Whose muse is a blessing in disguise
On a bitter night, at the edge of the bridge
Saved by her contradictory impulses
And the one word she uttered:
JUMP!

-PRK-

Melodic Psychosis

The music pursued its course
Two bars together
Never monotonous
Sometimes exaggerated
Oddly enough, at times cold and disorganised
Lack of sympathy
Breaking the bridge of the human world
Through uneven phrases
Through individual fragments
Through prose and chaos
Dredging up agony
And subconsciously my body
Separate itself from my mind, my soul
And the diagnose: SLIPPED DISC!

-PRK-

Traffic and Pretence

I avoid watching him gazing in my direction;
Because doubt keeps passing me by,
Making me feel like a wretched idiot
Stuck in traffic, acting like a citizen,
I pretended I didn't see him
But I viewed him through the gauze of my window
And we know we're both exchanging glances
Every now and then,
Reciting our own poems in our private reality;
Both in a limbo
Where we conversate through couplets;
Hidden beneath out quilts,
In an atmosphere so chaste;
That bores no traces of shameless love
Though we breathe only our guilt,
Together in a gesture of a morbid welcome
That ends when the traffic turns green
Where we stop when all goes;
Leaving our pretence

-PRK-

Senja Si Manusia

Kita lahir menjadi nyawa
Ada yang lahir bijak laksana
Menghembus nafas mencari jasa
Namum tiada siapa yang hidup sempurna
Aku juga longlai dimakan usia
Menanti untuk mendengar suara
Dan kalimat yang sama
Yang kaya adat pusaka
Bukan hidup yang berlimpah harta
Kerna rosaknya hati, badan pun binasa
Walaupun muda, juga perkasa
Seribu tahun tak kan bahagia juga
Maka hati yang betul hendaklah disahaja
Sebelum rentung sidang budiman kita
Sebelum lemas ditelan kabus senja

-PRK-

Death On A Monsoon Night

"Here, have a cigarette," he said in a drunken voice.

"Let me give you a light. Being scared doesn't help. If you're scared, something bad will happen. Chin up. I won't hit you."

She got up, pulled him close and pushed him off the cliff.

"Damn right you won't anymore, you piece of shit," she said, walking away on a monsoon night.

-PRK-

Unlike Corpses On Water

She doesn't like him flirting with her
Though she would too unconsciously
But tears would well in her eyes
And through series of glances
Of him on the chair next to her bed
She know she shan't rob him off his world
For his intentions are honourable
Sharing his thoughts on life and death
Of the poor crumbling in places
Of a broken mug in her sink
Of the idiots they think should go to hell
Of the colour of a snake's scales
Of the taste of a shocking blow
Though she would feint and dodge
Get disgusted or feel insulted
She would pronounce her verdicts
For he would wipe her tears when she cries

-PRK-

Cliché, But I Miss You

That bonding force created for us
It wasn't there for no reason
Such covalent bond does not come often in my life
Every now and then my heart would search for yours
And it will insist to meet yours
It wants to tug close to yours
It wants to go back to that place where yours would tug softly to it too
At no special time, anytime
With you, time does not pass like it usually would
It would feel as if the clock stopped working
Us stuck in that moment,
That space where nothing works but our hearts
Without you, it passes by so slowly it's torturous
And now, I simply just miss you

-PRK-

Menanti Sekeping Hati

Seringkali aku mengeluh
Aku berbicara dengan sang bulan
Ingin aku sampaikan padamu kata-kata yang tak terucap

Tentang kehilangan, keinginan, segala yang rumit
Dan tentang likuan jalan yang aku tempuhi

Aku sentiasa terasa keseorangan
Terasa kosong dan sunyi
Walau dikelilingi yang tersayang
Cuma tanpa kamu

Kelibatmu tak pernah kelihatan
Aku pasti, kelak pasti ada
Satu waktu untuk kita berdua

Sekiranya kamu kembali, temuilah aku di sini
Di tebing, sentiasa menanti sekeping hati yang telah pergi

-PRK-