Hendak

Beriringan layang-layang berkutat mesra berlomba dengan awan,

Berhamburan lelatu berwarna-warni menyayang malam hingga pagi mengganti,

Bersambutan tawa tergelak hingga menangis terbahak tanpa terisak,

Berlarian bertelanjang kaki terserak-serak pasir diciumi ombak, dihibur angin dikelitiki senja ditemani selamanya

Hendak

hinggap sejenak.

Tale

There were dreams
Once upon a wonder upon a time
And in spaces we held hands unknowingly
Tethered, but never anchored
Floating free like leaves and
Pages of a storybook that tell us
There are dreams, still
Once upon a wonder upon a time

(And through the unwritten lines,
our hands will always be entwined.)

Things Queens Don't Say

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
You see this face, but not at all
A pair of eyes, a pair of lips
With countless sighs, no soul to kiss

Mirror, Mirror do tell true
See a face, but really do you?
Inside a frame I am entrapped
A lifetime held by promises kept

Mirror, Mirror when will thee break?
beneath thy frail pieces, my fate will you take?
my love is gone, a funeral too soon
the sun has set on kingdom doomed

Mirror, Mirror bathed in candlelight
send me a light, send something bright
because Mirror, Mirror cold on my wall
nothing can seize me the moment I fall

Riddle Me We

a tandem effort by me & ms. runi.

i am blue and she is green.

here's the next part
of the lovely maze we are
you go this way and i go that
and never mistake it for goodbye

tracing walls with our left hands
you with the stars, and i the breadcrumbs
two lost children
how can we know for sure?

the sun set and shadows gone
and fireflies playing hide and seek
(some shimmery undecipherable language we see)
yet your heartbeat's clapping with mine

a wonderful confusion we be
here to get lost to get found
barefooted and bare hearted
we finally meet at where we part

it's
       r
       
             a

          i

                    n

              i

                      n

         g

and i'm walking






without my shoes on

between you and me
the sky and the tall trees
the moon and the stars
and all these lovely sparks

we could build fires

writing for strangers

i know what you're reading but
what are you reading?

are you reading the words that
are written or are you
reading the words i have written?
have you your faith in my spaces
and dashes and whether or not
my i's are oversized
and without dots?
do you weep and bleed or perhaps
feel the corners of your lips tug
upwards when a chapter closes
like i?

i know what you're reading but
what are you reading?

there is no gentle breeze
but a storm
when you let yourself
small