Thursday, October 22, 2015

Biarlah lagumana pun!

Kejadian hari ini.

Aku tersentak bilamana ada yang mempertikai atau mahu mengehadkan satu- satu karya. Bagi aku sesebuah karya atau penulisan itu (tak kiralah senikata lagu, puisi, cerpen, novel dsb) adalah kreativiti biarpun bagaimana cara mereka memuntahkannya. Biarlah juga dengan cara bagaimana sekalipun mereka mengolah tulisan itu menggunakan semantik dan semiotik. Asalkan tidak merogol satu-satu bahasa. Segalanya didasari kreativiti. Biarkan penulisan mereka berkisar apa. Samada si penulis melalui sendiri pengalaman itu atau hanya sekadar berimaginasi untuk bermain dengan bahasa. Semua itu tidak nampak salahnya. Kedangkalan itu membuatkan kita nampak bodoh! Ia adalah satu olahan seni yang tidak layak dipertikai sesiapa. Bagi aku apa yang penting setiap bait perkataan itu dapat dirasa pembaca. Itu sudah cukup membuatkan si penulis berjaya menyampaikan kreativitinya menerusi penulisan kreatif. Bagiku, karya itu tidak perlu terlalu suci atau murni bahasa atau semantiknya, tetapi cukup untuk menggetarkan jantung si pembaca. Titik.


Sunday, October 4, 2015

Winter


Winter is here.
Southern, warmer location.
Beauty of the winter season.
Plants become acclimated.
A frozen lake in the winter.
Frozen all the way.
I had enjoyable time of year.
Gazing at your innocent eyes.
Calming my heart.
Everyone need move to warmer.
A dramatic impact on the lives.
Like a light and the strength on earth.
This time is second new moon in the winter.
One of the warmest winters.
Do you feel it?
Everybody holding hand without glove.
Ooo wait for five week cold spell bottomed out.
My dear, don't scared of the symptom headache, fever, muscle pains, sinus infection, fatigue, dizziness, cough, loss of appetite.
It become worsen when you think about it.
Come. Just "sleep" during winter and only come out when the warm weather returns.


Looking for you


Two soul in the misery train.
The mysterious train carried haunted.
Under the sea.
Under the mountain.
Tunnel are too shortest to past through a mountain.
A very long journey.
Opening the door to a new world.
Train speed limit just like a cars in highway.
I hold tied my guitar.
Everybody are asleep.
But i must stay wide awake.
Scared. Never wake up again.
Sleeper cars running over and over. Try going to the dining cars
Many little bedroom on wheels.
Eat and drink just like middle age act.
My pictures came out grainy.
Landing lights on and moving more.
Wash out the lit moon.
Any advice would be apreciated.
I can hear you voice it so clear
With a transparent voice, wrapped softly.
Beautiful husky voice.
Like a soft breeze, so calming my heart.
Sweet soften voice in my heart.
Gazing at the acoustic guitar.
Ending of composing.
Lives become a little happier.
A fresh mood.
Perfect.
Breathing in the crisp air.
Sleep with a nice feeling.
Are there locks on all doors?
I just wanted to let you know that over this past year.
Writing a secret letter, lighten the mood and help me a lot.
I will keep this pain.
Still keep my eyes strained looking for you.
I just want to embracing you with happily.
Don't want you to be sad.
Just want you to be happy.
Always want to make you happy.
Yes, never let you know about this sadness.