For Whom

So here we go, you and I, all of us, believe in a worthy of life, worthy of love.

We were born into this world, projected to be impeccable living things,
but we all know, one that lived long enough can still be so naïve.
How one can be very prejudice, dishonest, materialist, deceitfulness,
with his and her corrupted mind and soul, with agendas.

Yet here we go again, you and I,
still believe in the hopes that we have embedded,
under our very own skins, for ourselves,
little known for others.

But have we seen enough?
And how much is enough?
Is this enough?
Or do we need more?

We may question ourselves, are we what we are?

Yet we still believe in our hopes.

When I was a Kid

When I was a child,
my parents brought me to a restaurant,
A&W.

As we reached,
I ran to the playground and I met a kid of the same age,
a little kid.

We played together, we talked,
I could feel like we were close,
but we were strangers instead.

So, friend.

I remember you, but I will never know you.
we had no phone numbers to exchange,
no facebook to add, no twitter to follow.

But I friended you, stranger.

The Dance that We Had

We danced in the night,
there were no lights.
We didn't pay the bills,
but we danced all night.

We danced in the morning,
there were no breakfasts.
We didn't have money for grocery,
but we danced all morning.

We danced in the evening,
there were no music.
We didn't have any cassettes for the radio,
but we danced all evening.

We were dancing,
because we had what we need.

A dance of joy.

To the "Food" I had

To the food that I had,
in the morning, in the night, in the between of days.
You tasted good, you tasted fine,
I would love to have you again.

Do you feel like home,
the winding road inside my body?
Have you settled in your new home,
be the cells that you wanted to be?

Or have you finally reached the end,
to the end of the tunnel of my body?
Or be the waste that was discharged from my body,
excrement?

I'm sorry, but I thank you.

Tarian

Ada sebuah tarian di perkenankan,
pergerakkannya "rasuah, korupsi"

Apa nama tarian ini,
kapitalis, politik?

Robot

Aku bukan sebuah robot,
punyai objektif tetap,
punyai personaliti tetap,
stabil.

Bukan, aku bukan semua ini.

Aku hanya seorang manusia,
punyai hipokrit besar,
punyai inkonsistensi,
munafik.

Ya, aku seorang manusia.

Letrik

Engkau bahaya,
bervoltan tinggi,
boleh kena kejutan elektrik.

Aku tidak berani,
seperti menguji voltan AC dengan jari,
boleh kena renjatan elektrik.

Jadi aku disini, tersipu malu, kerana tak sanggup.

Mangsa yang terkena renjatan elektrik,

mereka hilang fungsi saraf pada otak, tidak sedarkan diri,
hilang daya pernafasan, terhenti denyutan jantung.

Aku tidak sanggup. Biar aku disini.

Biar ruang kosong di antara kita dipanggil Penebat Elektrik.

Aku percaya pada ruang ini.

Aku Ada

Apa lagi persoalan kau pada diriku;

aku bukan mistik, bukan artifisial, bukan duplikat,
bukan imitasi, bukan misteri, bukan replika, bukan palsu.

Tiada klise-nya,
kerana aku adalah yang nyata, yang benar.

Jika ditimbang, aku ada beratnya.

Jika diukur, aku ada meternya.

Jika dilihat, aku ada rupanya.

Jika disentuh, aku ada suamnya.

Jika dihidu, aku ada baunya.

Jika didengar, aku ada bunyinya.

Aku ada, percayalah.

Aku hanya tidak ada bila kau mahu terus percaya yang aku tidak ada.

Itu semua pilihan kau, itu semua keputusan kau.