Monday, June 25, 2007



IF I SHOULD GO (DEDICATED TO MY LATE HUSBAND LBK)

Where do I go from here?
Should I take a walk
Or do I stay?
Yet I feel I shall stand here
Though in your shadows - NEVERMORE

I will use my soul to lift my own
And not lift yours like before
For this treasured chest with all the sense of pride
Without any sense of lust I shall forbore

Each time you touch upon these hands
And lift my heavy heart so passionately
Yet all the time
I know that
Fate will take us apart someday
Leaving your heart in mine

With sweating pulses that beat double
And then what do I do?
When all my dreams now include you
As the writer must first taste her own words
I must bid farewell to you EVENTUALLY

And when God summons me
And I be sued
I will save this last prayer for me...
Oh My God
Do not punish me, nay not me
And when He hears your name
Which I whispered so silently
within my weeping heart
And He sees within my eyes
The tears of two
I know He will forgive me!

COMPASSION OR TORMENT? (To my husband H who tormented me)

My compassion, fail not
They are new and fresh everyday
What shall, alas, become of me
I do not know

Why does this foolish heart
Always singing for you
Despite the solitude and the bitter tears
Stinging at my heart
Yesterday, today and maybe tomorrow

Faith, I have plenty
In this same breath
I will still answer you, dearest
And you shall call me only this
My love, my love, my love
If only they were true!

How hastily I feel rejected
When you leave me with no answer
And I waited for a vain reply
But there was none

I dropped all flowers
Changed the game so abruptly
When I know you listen not
To what I have to say

The rejection leaves me cold
Cuts me like an ice
And I find myself frigid and numb

I dare not gaze into your roving eyes
No, I shall not call you
Let this passion runs off
As fast as my blood

If you are nowhere in sight
I will understand
Though my heart still ponders
Thinking of how and why do I cope

I know not the answer
So, if you ask me now
Why am I like this
I tell you
I just feel it.
And,I am in TORMENT!


THIS IS NOT LOVE! (AN ORBITUARY FOR H,Z AND A)

I WILL ALWAYS DOUBT YOU
FOR YOUR LOVE WAS NEVER TRUE
YOU GAVE ME HOPE
AND YET TORTURED ME
AND KILLED ALL MY DREAMS
TO BE A PASSIONATE WOMAN

I LOVE NOT YOU
THROUGH LONELY NIGHTS
AND BATTERED MEMORIES
YOU WEDGED A BLADE
INSIDE ME

ALL HOPES CRUSHED
ALL MEMORIES BURIED
AS I WRITE THIS ORBITUARY
JUST FOR YOU
IN MEMORY OF OUR WEDDING NIGHT!

Sunday, June 17, 2007


"MY DEAR Z, THE INSPIRER"
My Dear Zie, The Inspirer...

It’s been almost two months now
We’ve been together though with no vow..
Believe it or not…
Or even if you like it or not..
We have been so attached..
At least that’s what I feel deep inside..
I inspire you..?
Yeah Right..
You’ve inspired me, always, day and night..

In many ways, if not all, we just match..
You think so, or you don’t, only you and me can catch!!
Am I your female version..? My mind figures..
Or you might possibly be my male version, one triggers..

So caring and understanding you have been..
And the daring you, not that I’ve not seen..
Above all, you are YOU and non other..
Zie or Gee, or even ‘Syg’ as per MD
It doesn’t matter....
For as long as God consented..
Kib here.. writing in vain and conceited..
We remain together, if not forever, at least for now
Coz’ (I feel and I believe) we’ve been put together without VOW.

Sincerely
Kib



BREEZIE - FROM S

Dearest Zie,

I wrote this some three years back or more. I didn't send it cos events took a different turn but its been too long gathering cobwebs and I need to do some spring cleaning. Rightly it is yours so here it is. I dont own it anymore.

I accept now that I cant be your soul mate or even a friend or a brother but I trust we can be the bestof colleagues or work mates ...if we try.

Thanks for the love and memories...May God bless you in in all ways and may He protect you at all timesand give you peace, InsyaAllah!

Smiles and cheers.

S wrote...

A breeze blows
and it cools my face
it is gentle on my senses
and soft on my soul
as it rustles thru the trees
I hear a voice so soothing
I listen to a wisdom so profound
I capture stories so cleverly weaved
and get drawn into a melodic
though sometimes melancholic -refrain
the breeze breathes a life
that seeks solace
pursues peace and whispers of love everlasting
and as naturally as the breeze blows
you drifted into my life
to share your cheer and woes
but where does the breeze go
after it passes through?
Does it return to a humble heart?
or to some wilderness in space?

It doesnt matter and never mind
Writers and others have names
for their winds and for their hurricanes,
their cyclones and their typhoons
for this breeze
I have mine
and tho it may not mean much to anyone but me
I call it bree-zie!

Friday, June 15, 2007




CRY NOT MY BROTHER! - To my dearest and most loving brother Jepp. I know your pain and I feel your sorrow.

Cry not
I told my brother
For I care for you
more than
you ever know

How often
have I told you
I shall wipe
every tear
and be by your side
before your next
tear drop falls

When you are the best
and none as good
the barrier that
holds you down
with terms set
not clear
nor correct
in every way
Yet you have to pay
the hefty price

So brother
do not entertain
anymore exclusive snakes
no matter how cool the exterior
or colourful the vibes

After they arched
that tombstone
at your door
and squeezed a dagger
right through you
And you still
flash that smile
I was all ready
to nail
their coffins
with my flesh

Then I saw
how they ripped
that vulnerable part of you
slicing an old wound
which was once numb
and now its bleeding again

With aching heart
I recalled every
traumatised moment
you endured

And I just cant let go
nor forget or forgive
who ever has done
my brother wrong
and now
I shall return
with a vengeance!

Thursday, June 14, 2007


YOUR EYES ARE SWELLING - Dear K, a caring heart will always care no matter what....

All this while
My weeping eyes
will not allow me
to see the pain
in yours

But today
when I heard
the mirror of your soul
are sick and sweling
It makes me
want to caress
those eyes
and take
the pain away

I wish
I could whisked
every moment
of your agony
so that
your naked eyes
will have much more to see.

Tonight
I will look into your eyes again
and say the magic words
softly in my heart

Those eyes are special
meant for
a kind, caring soul
giving and forgiving
But less for me

Then I thought
What if one day
I will never get to see
those eyes again
which has so much love
that makes
you who you are
what if?

If only
I can held you by the hand
and lead you all the way
share
the past and path
Through these old eyes

Then
You will see
my tragic times
and feel
the depth of my lost pain
that flood my heart
again and again

So just close your eyes
now
and I will tell you
tomorrows dream
that follows
will come

Just don't tell me
Your eyes have seen it all
Or nothing matters
I'd rather be blind
then hurt
by another blow
take care!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

THAT CANNOT BE (PART II)

I missed
the first heartbeat
this morning
and then I realise
I've 'lost' you

Fading memories
of you and me
drift out
haunting
to shut the door
behind me

Your 'mistake'
has taken me
to this moment
of despair
And I await
patiently
for all this pain
to stop

Tomorrow
I will have
to take baby steps
again
before I learn
how to trust
someone
like YOU!

Monday, June 11, 2007



THAT CANNOT BE (PART I)

My tired eyes
dimmed in tears
And my heart stirred
The moment
I saw two happy men
on the bed
free and loving
And I thought
That cannot be

How gay we spoke
with open heart
singing idle song
Wearing a face of joy
When all the time
my heart was aching
with pain
seeing the web
you weave

As I stared
solemn and silent
blinking away a tear
Only this came to mind
My days are now gone
No love like this
None love me
The love was none

Then came a sigh of pain
I could hardly confine
He was the pride
of all the men
So profound
and worthy
of all my love

When just a minute ago
I was happy as the wave
which greeted the sea
Till you made him
yours
and allow him
to sleep with his young heart
while you thrill your pleasure
with yours

And all the time
I just watch you
with my head turn
my eyes close
my heart crying
steering away
from my sorrows....

Sunday, June 10, 2007

MY BROTHER JEPP!

I've always felt I never had any siblings after my one and only sister, Nona Murni or Adik passed away several years ago.

I still cry in silent whenever I see things, people and other memories that made me think of Adik. Until today, I still cant find the right words to describe the pain inside me when I lost my only sister who succumbed to kidney failure.

I think of Adik a lot, not only when Im alone. Her gracefulness and beauty is beyond words and she was the sweetest person I've ever known.

But before I lost Adik, I've 'lost' a younger brother M.N. The brother whose good looks could easily land him a role in a Bollywood movie turned out to be a beast when greed got the better of him. What he did to me was forgivable but unforgettable. In his crazy state of mind, he had punched and kicked me till I landed in a monsoon drain, all because of a car.

I just could not bring myself to forget what had happened because my twisted middle finger will always remind me of what he did to an older sister who had sacrificed everything to make him happy.

The incident left me a lone person. I never thought I will have anymore younger siblings.

No one can take Adik's place. I miss her even more each time I feed Farid, her youngest son. So, how could I possibly share my love for Adik with someone else?

But Allah knows how much I miss Adik. So he made plans to send me many sisters whom I can call 'adik' like Imma, Dalilah, Rafeah, Jai, Herlinda and now Aida, the latest addition. Actually the list is longer but only these names made it to my list because of their sincerity.

As for a younger brother, I never gave it a thought as I dont think I would want any. The experience that I went through was a tremendous blow. The pain, hurt and humiliation was enough to make me shudder at the very thought. But as they say, never say never.

A couple of weeks ago, I met a bright, young producer by the name of Jafni Abu Bakar or Mat Jepp as he is fondly called. He was such an affable character. I like him instantly and the fondness grew almost overnight.

I wasnt prepared for the attachment that was going to take place a week later. I followed him around and watched him work, interact and formed that special bond with every people he met. He connected with everyone and has such a positive vibrant about him.

I wasnt sure how exactly to feel about him until we had breakfast in Kopitiam, Kuantan one day. We started talking intensely. I asked him a lot of personal questions and spoke about people whom he loves and thats when we made THAT special connection.

I looked into his eyes and I saw the same pain that I had gone through. We spoke at length during the days that followed. Again, I was reminded of all the bitterness I left behind. We ate, travelled and discussed many things together. And all the while, I knew he was hurting from memories of a lost love just like me.

But we both knew when to stop talking about sensitive subjects. Each time we dwelled in areas that were sensitive or when one of us showed signs of an open wound, we moved on to another subject. That way, I will not hurt Jepp and vice versa.

They say things happened for a reason. So the first test came in the form of an Arab man. I made a pact to marry this Arab two months ago without realising the outcome. And so he came and parked himself at the Le Meridien to meet his 'bride'. I almost went beserk when I realised the mess I was in. And that instant, I could not imagine any other man who would be kind enough to rescue me than Jepp.

It so happened it was Jepp's anniversary with his beautiful wife Aida. And I had to spoil it for them by asking them to save me from a problem I created. Till today, I still owe Jepp and Aida....

Then he introduced me to his adorable princesses Sofia and Julia. Jepp is a proud husband, father and the pillar for his family. He talks with pride about Aida, confessing to me that "She is the woman I want and NOT the woman I need."

Looking at Aida, I knew they make such a romantic couple who had gone through many rough edges in life but somehow has managed to sail through. They survived the love ordeal despite the pressure and challenges they face. From that day onwards, my love for Jepp grew even more.

The extension of love is spilling over to Aida and the kids. They are now my new family - a family whom I never knew would accept me unconditionally.

Last Saturday, Aida prepared a special dish for his dear Jepp. Jepp insisted I come over and share the meal with his family. Hearing his voice on the other side was enough to tell me that he miss me. And Aida too joined him to coax me to come over.

I was so touched and too stunt to say another word and ended up saying..."Ok...". The whole time I was with them in their cosy apartment, there was never a moment I felt not love. The love, the warmth and sincerity was in abundance. I could feel it right to my bones.

He passed me several of his family album - showing me pictures of himself when he was a bouncy baby, the pride and joy of his family, the house he grew up, the family he inherited and the memories he went through.

Everytime I flipped through the album, I cant help feeling Jepp was a part of me. A brother I never had, a companion I would always want by my side and a friend whom I can depend on.

Some day I will have to leave you Jepp but never fear..... My love for you will always keep you warm. The memories that we share together will always guide you. And if your feelings for me is just as true, you could almost hear me whispering to you..."Dont worry Jepp, akak ada."

No matter where I am, you will always be part to me. We are related in many ways.

As I count my blessings and thank Allah for sending me a new brother, I knew all my sufferings have now healed. I will always hold a special prayer for you brother. Even if I should go without a final goodbye, I will still remain, your ever loving sister!

Saturday, June 09, 2007

SALAM TAK BERSAMBUT

Maniskah
muka bicara
yang menikam hati

Tiada pengukir kata
terlerai segala rasa
satu persatu

Simpulnya hati
membuka hasrat
dan sesak nafasku
semakin hampir

Bila mana salamku
tidak bersambut
Suaramu juga tidak beralun
kedengarannya
sayup dan asing

SAJAK UNTUK ORANG MULIA (Bhg I)

Hati yang mati
tak mungkin pernah
merasa

Jiwa yang mulia
jauh keramatnya

Mana mungkin
bangsawan itu
mengerti sakit dihina
Pedihnya dicalar
kata-kata berbisa

Yang terasa
orang yang tidak punya
Dan sakitnya
ku rasa
semakin dalam
di sini
di sini dan di sini

THE GRAVE TRUTH

This piece of news
does not relief me
its almost like a defeat
for I realised
The countless words
are now meaningless
it holds no substance
nor answers

I've known this pleasure
to be deprived
once, before and often
So it would not ease my pain
to miss you in every way

This old road
has taken me to roots and places
rekindled by past memories

Each time I shoved it aside
It reminded me of a journey
years ago
taken with a noble man
just like you
Roaming to places
recording all wonders

But after you lied
all bitter loving feelings lost
Not one to explore your mysteries
Nor search for you without ceasing
Still my heart bleeds
when I find you lost in yourself
And I just had to ask you this....
"How do you create a tree in a flower?

It bruised me
to deal with this truth
as memories of you
still linger in every corner
of my being

I told myself
Never to pass this way again
But as I search all my dead letters
beaten through wasted words
It only shaped my grief
even more
And my days are no more gay!

Friday, June 08, 2007


A BLANK VERSE FOR YOU (Especially for D.A.N)

And I thought you were different from the other celebrities that came to my life. Thank you for proving that you are the same with the rest. But my only regret is I have to go through a painstaking 23 years to find out the truth about YOU!


I have cared for you
long enough to see the ugly scars
you have
Yet I chose
to ignore for fear
I would lose you

I gave you
my hands, eyes and ears
for you to use
So that no one
could steal a stare
and paint
an ugly you

The sweet sacrifice
I made
was more melodious
than any music you ever made
or a 1000 names you ever created
for songs
written or played

But after THAT curt goodbye
by someone else
not you
I ceased to think
of your haunting saxaphone
anymore

All I could see now
is the ugly you
coming forth
beyond my wildest nightmare

As the unsightly jagged
pressed me deep down
breathless and helpless
And as the
scars grew
bleeding inside this small heart of mine
I know its time to say
goodbye

I dont think this wound
would ever heal
This cruel reality
is worst
than being rejected, neglected or deprived

The excruciating pain
and the feeling
is much more complex
than I can ever put in words
Its almost like a blank verse
with no melody

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

COMPELLED TO REPLY

I received this message from S today. I assumed he was COMPELLED to write it after he read my latest posting 'Deafening Silence'.

I tried to understand the hurt and rejection. But I do not have a clue. We drifted apart by design from the Almighty and went through the 'deafening silence' phase in our own strange way.

Thank you S. I appreciate honest remarks from sincere people though it is painful.....

And so S wrote.

Assalamualaikum

I find your latest blogg postings - after a long absence - touching. It is also so ironic that you had chosen for one of the postings the title 'the deafening silence.'

It's like the hurt I feel during all these blank years between the two of us. And its a double dose of irony that you had written, in your first stanza,words that reflect so much of what I want to tell you:

"If I can have you back in my life again ....just for a moment.... And if that's all you can afford to grant me...I shall accept the honour"

If the words had come from me, they would have been for you.
but you wrote the words for someone you care.. someone who cares much more than I had probably cared for you. And so, in the whole scenario...we are all bleeding...
If tomorow doesnt come, Zie? Would you know how much I care? Would that other someone know how much you care?

There had been many questions, which I now have stopped asking and they would remain among the mysteries of my life. I no longer seek for answers. I seek only forgiveness. What has not changed is that I have not stopped seeing the best in you.

I have not stopped praying for your wellness and well-being and I had whispered your name in front of the kaabah. I dont want to be hurt anymore and I pray that you too will...from now...refuse to be hurt.

I'm a great believer of love and I believe love will find a way to heal and build. Like I say, I have no answers but I do not doubt that the Almighty has a reason for every thing and and every one. I'm writing this at 2am so please excuse the muddleness.

Love always.
S