Bebayang Rindu

bebayang,
meratah sepi,
memeluk gundah,
merobek mimpi,
di perut bulan,
hitam.
bebayang,
memanggil rindu,
melambai sendu,
tersingkap duka,
berdarah luka,
di tengah lautan.
kelam.
bebayang,
cuma dendam,
dari remang petang,
sebelum bertemu malam,
kelam dan hitam,
terungkai dalam diam.
Ojie.
Sepetang di Kuala Besut.
penghujung september2010

pagi hening

Pagi, jam sudah menunjukan angka dua pagi. Alahai mata,mengapa masih terkebil kebil menatap siling rumah, tiada apa pun di situ,selain habuk habuk hitam dan sarang labah-labah di penjurunya. Cuma siling 2'x4' biasa, bukan pun siling fibrous plaster yang berukir cantik...jadi kenapa masih menatap siling?....

Duhai mata, pejamlah, tidurlah, 

"hendak gugur gugurlah nangka,

jangan menimpa si dahan pauh,

hendak tidur tidurlah mata,

Jangan terkenang orang yang jauh"

Ku pujuk hati dengan pantun lama itu....tapi sia-sia. Kenangan bukan seperti menonton Tv, petik butang, tayangan berhenti. Hilang. Alangkah baik, jika ada di mana-mana butang yang boleh ku tekan sekarang ini...

autumn light

may be,
i was fortunate enough to be here,
as the summer was ending, the colour of autumn is beginning to peak,
from every corner of the park,the garden, balmy days
with just a little nip in the air to remind me that winter is just around the corner.
Then i remember you. The sharp pain begin to slash through my heart again. I still miss him, badly at times.
When the gentle rain falling so quietly all over the hills, soaking into the ground to bring out the new life, and its hard for me to accept that, I never going to see him again, hear his laugh, or grinning at his half crook smile....its like trying to imagine the spring without the sound of birds, or a field without colourful daffodils.
Here i am, alone in the strange country.
Scotland, September 16,'94.

When i hear the wind blow,
all across the Kepplestone High,
Is it you i hear calling?
oh sweet dear of mine,

When i look to the west,
all across the River of Dee,
I can still see your smile,
oh greatest love of mine,

When the leaves have turn to brown,
and autumn's due,
as i watch the sun goes down,
I'll still think of you.

And when i see the first leave falls,
along the way,
On Ceaton Park to roads of Tillydrone,
sure its you i hear a whisper,
lullaby of the lifetime,
oh sweet sweet love of mine.

                                                                                         September '95.
                                                                                    Kepplestone. Aberdeen.

something new, something old...

Bila Rindu Berbisik....

terdengar kesah angin,

pada kerusi kerusi itu,

lelah dalam penantian, sejak dinihari,

melepasi senja, 

masih sunyi.

berbisik rintihan kaca,

dari balik jendela,

Retak hati sang perempuan,

yang masih berduka dalam Diam.

Rindukah yang bertamu,

dari celah bebayang di dinding,

sedang sang peria masih hilang,

dalam penantian yang panjang.

melewati petang.

kerusi kerusi itu masih kosong,

seperti hatinya.

yang membeku.

merindu.

                                                                                               
                                                                                                    Ojie~ vistana. KL.