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!