Can't Complain

Am I walking on air?
The characters around me are...
Definitely buoyant now
They used to be in doldrums
Constantly bathed in tears
Sometimes in poor health
Almost at death's door
Now, I certainly can't complain

-PRK-

Happiness

“Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?”

― Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract and Discourses

You are right, Rousseau. I couldn't agree more.

-PRK-

She Found Peace

They told her,

"Breathe, and get your mind off it.
Sleep under the star, don’t let your mind lose it.
Accept imperfection, practice mindfulness.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, and live with no regrets."

And so she remained cool, remained calm and let them drool
Acted fooled when they claimed she’s under-ruled
Such depression made her lend a barf
Turned her head around, whispered,

"That's enough."

And so she took a bath by the candlelight
She meditated by the neon light
She let her feet take her towards the pink strobe light
Smiled when she saw those idiots slipped by the mountainside

And she thought,

"Oh, they were right. Be present in the moment, leave the past aside."

And so she found the good in all situations and laid on the grass
Embraced her freedom and held her head up with class

-PRK-

Beholden, Need Not

I don't want to own you
A jaywalker, and if you're the fence, I just want to walk pass you
See you every day for a little while as I walk down the street
Sweeping you off my feet maybe; with my cuffs, if you're the ground that is
Maybe water you in the morning on my way to work if you're the flowerbed

I don't want to hang on to you
A bird, and you're a tree, I just want to drop by and perch for a while when it's too hot
Or when it rains, you'll be my shelter
Or maybe I'll lay down on your dried leaves on the ground if I'm being me
I'll pick a book and have a read

I don't want to cling to you
But if I'm a photographer I wouldn't mind a suspicious dollar bill to take your photos
Capturing your smile, your goofy self and your gaze
Even if you feel uncomfortable, not being yourself in the morning, I'll make you pose for fun
And bribe you for breakfast!

I won't try to possess you, convince you
But I'll fight you, make you say what you want to say
Make you say what you mean and mean what you say
I'll cut you till you bleed to make you feel alive
Make you realise that I'll be there if you need me around

Because we met to meet, met to love, met to care
Not necessarily to be with each other, be in love, be in each other's care
Because love is a mystery, love is poetic, love is an interesting phenomenon
Something that wanders in our imagination
An illumination in the darkness

And I won't have you beholden to me
Unless you want to
Unless you want me to
Unless the canvas of your life needs colour
Unless you want me around forever

-PRK-

Bebas

Soalan ku masih yang sama
Sentiasa berkaitan dengan ertinya cinta
Kerna aku sering dihantui dan sering dipermainkan
Oleh igauan usang
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin bahagia
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin meneroka dunia
Akan tetapi, aku sudah penat menanti
Semakin lesu, semakin segan dengan fantasi
Aku tarik nafasku
Dan aku yakin ini haluan yang harus kurentas
Yang harus ku tinggalkan agar aku bebas
Bebas kah?
Jawapannya hanya pada diriku
Setelah aku rentasi hutan dan jalan berliku itu

-PRK-

I Like The Idea

I like the idea that we're different and how it is proven
I like the idea that we are improving and knowing that we're living
I like the idea that we have things that were worthless more than what's worth our while
I like the idea that we didn't second guess even for a while
I like the idea that I'm intimidating and you're intimidated
I like the idea that I wasn't wrong about what we leave unattended
I like the idea that you're happily married and that I am happier without it
I like the idea that you're making it and I've made it

-PRK-

Rasukan

Sesegar embun pagi hikayat ini mulai wujud
Mabuk, dirasuk cinta, ku terkulai di suatu sudut
Indah, tenang dan merdu bak soneta
Karya penyair di zaman bahari membuka rahsia
Dan aku pun terlena, terbayang saat bahagia
Kau dah aku berbual bersama
Sehingga terbenamnya matahari, disondol rembulan
Dan hilangnya bimbang, dihanyutkan hujan

-PRK-

I'll Keep Walking

I may walk in a pair of crispy sneakers
Properly ironed and brushed for class
And my Oxford would fend me from murmurs
So shiny and smart for corporate tasks
But sometimes it's this that gives me such happiness
The simple things, that stays open like a trombonist
Consociate with the bohemians
And glide away with the dandelions
And so I'll keep walking.. I'll keep walking
Until the clime upshot and raze the earth
I'll keep walking.. I'll keep walking
And perish for a rebirth

-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-

My First Love

From the window I saw a boy so confused
Curiously I invited him; quite goofed
I knew who he was; indeed reproved
But at that first sight, I was bemused

My heart took a spin; I couldn't steer
My vessels were bailing on my lithosphere
I could almost evolve into a balladeer
Dancing at the ball under glass chandelier

A few minutes passed and he took his steps
Leaving me summing up my innocent debts
I was quite new to romance and missteps
And the hallucinations of our silhouettes

Was it love; I wondered on my sleepless nights
Could he be my chavelier dispersing delights
My shining armour confusing street lights
With his appetizing poetic insights

Patiently I waited for initiations
For hellos and see yous and some invitations
When he walked towards me; I felt palpitations
He turned my calmness into suffocations

I knew I'd go crazy over his voice
Incomparable whispers leaving me no choice
To drool over him with no equipoise
He was incompatible unlike other boys

Indeed we were young; still in our teen
We cared differently like labyrinthine
And so we went on; not always serene
But this much is true, our love was pristine

-PRK-