2nd Chapter - 2.1 - no Romeo no Juliet

untitled fold means

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cinta??
kanan - tersurat kebahagiaan...
diatasnya memancarkan sejuta kenikmatan...
dibawahnya menerbitkan seribu kerinduan...
didepannya mengalirkan seratus kemanisan...
dibelakangnya membisikan satu keinginan...
kiri - tersirat penderitaan...
diatasnya mengundang sejuta kesengsaraan...
dibawahnya menarik seribu kebencian...
didepannya membanjirkan seratus kepahitan...
dibelakangnya melontarkan satu ketandusan...
persoalan!!
...

 

hmmm... 

apa?

mengapa?

kenapa?

siapa?

bagaimana?

dimana?

 

- ada dan tiada...

 suatu masa nanti aku  akan kukecapinya jua...

masih...

pasti...

rahmat tuhan...!!

2nd Chapter - hari yang first...

                     THE FIRST DAY!

I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season it might be; Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May. If only I could recollect it!  Such A day of days!  I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow. It seemed to mean so little, meant so much! If only now I could recall that touch, First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!

poem by Christina  Rossetti...

Ingatkah kita pada pertemuan pertama dengan seseorang?
aku! mmg x ingat...
nak imagine mcm mana suasana waktu itu pn susah...
hehe...
mungkin disebabkan banyak perkara gembira dan x gembira
yg telah dilalui membuatkn kita lupe pada peristiwa2 silam...
untuk aku...
walaupun perkara itu gembira atau tidak...
walaupun aku cuba mengingati berkali-kali...
walaupun aku cuba membaca foto sejarah...
namun...
blurrr...
first day hah?
what the heck...!!

p/s - aku hanya teringatkan arwah to'ki...
        semoga tuhan merahmati to'ki...
        amin...

1st Chapter - confession from a coffee man...

Coffee Lover

Silently,

As he thinks of her,
Sitting alone in her kitchen,
Sipping coffee.
She thinks of him too,
But little does he know it.
Shamefully,
Both pass each other every day,
Without passing on the knowledge,
Of their inwardly turned love.
Time and time again it happens,
For who has the courage to say it first,
Or do they just enjoy,
Their secret love affair. 

Poem from Aindréas Brennanby

Tiba jer rase nk post kn sajak nie...
tak tau kenapa...
mungkin dengan harapan seseorang akan membacanya...
atau berkongsi pendapat...
ada sesuatu ttg ia...
seronok dibaca walaupun tak berapa paham...

maklumlah masa time english lesson kt skolah dulu sentiasa jer nk tdo...

hehe...(padahal sbb x paham apa yg teacher kata tu yg ngantuk jadinya) 

susunan ayat2 nya kelihatan ringkas tapi mempunyai makna yg tersirat...

adakah kerana susunan subjek dan predikatnya diadun dengan indah sekali?

hmm...

there something about this poem...

what is it?

apa2 pn thanks to Mr Brennanby...

kamu telah berjaya membuka sedikit pintu hati ini utk membaca sajak...!! 

what the heck...

aku baca sajak?

muka depan

salam...
 buah cempedak diluar pagar,
 ambil galah tolong tunjukan,
 saya budOk baru belajar,
 kalau salah tolong tunjukan.