Shipwreck

Still and abandoned,

Wrecked and forgotten.

By wave he's been tempted,

Long has he waited.

Waited for brave seamen,

And sail again.

Hey wait up!

We tend to pace when we’re stuck,

Down and up,

Slow then fast,

Our mind couldn’t keep up.

One can’t wait to leave the other behind,

To get rid of each other,

Both will cross the finishing line,

The competition, why even bother?

He who sat on the bench

Today was no ordinary day for me,

My coffee was perfect and light,

Although they never get my name right,
For the love of God,

It’s Jaime, not Jamie.

But that’s not the reason,

For my no ordinary day,

There’s this girl I’m seeing,

It’s been two years exactly today,

Since we first met in Berlin.

Her name is Elaine,

Poise and pretty,

Up until today,

I was never ready,

To give her my name.

I decided to walk in the park,

To clear my mind, thinking,

How to pop the question,

Then I keep walking,

Until I saw that bench, yes that bench.

It was summer 2003,

The last day of my junior high,

I remembered him vividly,

He who sat on the bench,

How fast time goes by.

I sat where he sat,

Trying to reminisce every detail,

What he was wearing,

To know what it’s like,

To be kept waiting.

He who sat on the bench,

What became of him?

Maybe I’ll never know,

But what I’m about to do,

I owe it to him. 

Me Mum, Me Dad.

Me mum,

the soul that brought us to daylight,

the reason of our existence.

Nine months of day and night,

a blessing, never a burden.

Me dad,

the answer to why we're born,

the reason why we’re not Jesus,

that we’re all made,

not begotten.

Puberty is never easy,

waking up is never complete,

without them yelling.

'I prefer my egg scrambled and buttered’

what are they, our butler?!

our music knows no limit,

so loud that it crumbles the ceiling.

How to get on their nerves?

Try leaving your socks on the floor.

Grounded for skipping class,

we slam the door,

that’s our plea to every charge.

We hate them, 

only to be loved back more.

We raise our voice,

that’s how we raise our case.

As we grow older,

it becomes a long distance relationship,

daily becomes weekends,

then slowly turns to months,

just because we have to run some errands.

We live in a society,

where we make dinner appointment with our folks

for the sake of convenience.

Some think of it as a joke,

They are parent, not client.

Nursing home used to be an option,

now more like a requirement.

I guess it’s karma,

you grew up and end up in one.

You see,

men are no immortals,

so are they.

When the time comes,

even yelling won’t wake them up.

No more scrambled egg to crave for,

your loud music won’t serenade them,

only the hymn of angels.

Your smelly socks won’t bother them,

even if you leave them on the floor.

You wish you could plea a bargain,

just to hear them voice again.

But until then, cherish them.

Listen to them nagging,

like they used to when you’re babbling.

Love them ten times fold,

like they mean the world.

Them Eyes

Them Eyes

Them eyes,

Of a newborn,

Open for the very first time,

Usually comes with a yawn.

The light that passes through,

To see and feel what they see,

It will blow your mind.

Them eyes,

Of a child,

Joyful and innocent,

Curious and wild.

First to love,

Last to judge,

Never condescend.

Our eyes, however

Seem to be different.

We see what we want,

We want what we need,

And our need never stops,

Until we stop to see.

Our eyes,

Start to crave,

People say only belly knows hunger,

Wait until you see the eyes, our eyes,

Craving for power.

What power is this?

One that brings you to the top,

Stepping down friends and foes,

One that you can spend,

Nothing like money can’t buy or mend,

One that corrupts values,

Poisoning moral and virtues.

One that is so high,

Where people have to bow,

Bowing low is never low enough.

And one that justifies war,

Where not killing is never an option,

So easy to pull the trigger,

Somehow pulling is even faster than blinking.

It is with our very own eyes,

That we show desire,

We never stop until we’re full.

Our desire grows stronger,

Stronger than a magnet can pull,

We desire for more than we have,

We take what’s not ours,

We give less when it should’ve been more,

All for the power that we dream of.

However,

It is with our very own eyes,

That we promise to be just

Yet we support injustice,

By committing one or

Seeing and ignoring one,
I wonder,

Which one is worse?

That we show moderation,

Yet we hasten,

As if there's a race to be won.

That we portray humility,

Instead we are so proud,

We even say it out loud.

That we believe in humanity,

Valuing life instead of taking one,

Yet we choose war,

Choosing confrontation over discussion,

Prefer killing to talking,

Killing them eyes.

Yes, them eyes,

It is our very damn eyes that close them.

Our eyes that block the light,

Making them lose their sight.

Our eyes that show them,

What’s left of this world?

The world we left behind,

Of hate and peril.

Our eyes that sweep away their joy,

By giving them suffering,

Instead of a toy.

So let us try,

Never make them eyes cry,

Nor shed a tear of sorrow,

For what they see today is a gift,

A gift of better tomorrow.

The Serpent Skin

Imagine the shed skin of a serpent,
With slick and silent crawl,
Never fail to fool human,
Ever since the Fall.

River of the Damned

Imagine a river,
That leads to a waterfall,
Weaved by the Creator,
Drowning sin and soul.

He who sits on the bench

He who sits on the bench,
White shirt and his corduroy pants,
Gazing at the sun,
With his sunglasses on,
Waiting for someone.

He who sits on the bench,
And holds a bouquet of rose,
For someone special,
He couldn't stop smiling,
She is lucky, that girl.

He who sits on the bench,
Keeps checking his watch,
"She was never late"
He prepared everything,
For it's not a regular date.

He who sits on the bench,
With his right hand in his pocket,
As if he's holding something,
Cubic and round like shape,
Definitely a ring.

He who sits on the bench,
Begins to wonder,
"Is she coming?"
His hope begins to waver,
Until his phone starts to ring,

He who sits on the bench,
I wonder who's calling him,
Dad finally shows up,
I have to go,
But what happens next,
I guess I'll never know.

Summer Breeze

I began at dawn, 

I searched for the breeze,

That turn me around.

The day is almost over,

Now comes the dusk,

The breeze, I wonder,

Will it last?

Ten Steps Away

It was bright and sunny,

A pleasant day to walk,

Until I saw this,

I might still be hung over after last night,

But before me, to my right,

A new road,

One that is less taken,

A new word,

One that is less spoken,

A new view, 

One that I never knew,

Yes I can still read the sign,

Yes I am not blind,

But life is a gamble,

Maybe I will stumble,

I am ready to bet all,

A foolish move but bold,

Success is the least,

I am aware of the risk,

But for that I stand,

For what I want,

And to follow my heart,

To trust my own gut,

Like John Keating said,

"Seize the day!"

All in ten steps away!

All you need is love

Love not the one who hurts,
Hurt not the one you love,
Seek not what's not in this world,
Fear not if you're in peril,
Worry not,
For all you need is love.

Do love people around you,
Do hurt if it means no harm,
Do seek something someone new,
Do fear if you haven't done any of the above,
But worry not,
For all you need is love.

Pantun Patriotik

Hilang tawa kerana kecewa,

Hati gundah tiada tertahan,

Untuk negara bergadai nyawa,

Segumpal darah jadi taruhan.

Tewas sudah Hang Deli,

Ditangkap oleh Raja Kapur,

Walau patah sayap rajawali,

Bertongkat jua ke medan tempur.

Memang hebat negeri Melaka,
Dijaga oleh pahlawan berlima,
Setengah abad sudah merdeka,
Mengapa masih di takuk lama?


Raja Kapur memang bengis,
Mengamuk liar satu pekan,
Kami yang gugur usah ditangis,
Hanya doa kami hajatkan.

Pantun Mengusik

Buah pauh dari Matang,

Bawa bersama buah kuini,

Dari jauh saya datang,

Mengharap kasih orang di sini.

Sayang teraduk melanggar jawa,
Jawa lari keliling bukit,
Jangan merajuk intan dan nyawa,
Tidakkah boleh salah sedikit.

Hati suka pergi ke pekan,

Hendak berdagang buah berangan,

Hati terbuka kami alukan,

Lebih dan kurang dicaci jangan.

Memancing kelah bukannya mudah,

Harus menunggu sekian lama,

Bertunang sudah bersanding sudah,

Mengapa kaku di malam pertama?

Menyinar sayu bulan purnama,

Angin malam meniup kencang,

Bukannya kaku di malam pertama,

Sebelum menghasil harus merancang.

Negeri Melaka luas kotanya,

Tempat orang berjual barang,

Adik hanya ingin bertanya,

Adakah abang milik orang?

Mudik ke Hulu Pendekar Sharibu,

Bersama Tuah berdayung sampan,

Memang janggal zaman baharu,

Ikan pula menunggu umpan.

Pergi memburu di Hutan Simpan,

Membawa pulang seekor landak,

Mengapa ikan menunggu umpan,

Kerana Pangiran lambat bertindak.

Riwayat Singapura dilanggar todak,

Korban nyawa ramai bilangannya,

Kerana teruna lambat bertindak,

Risau disana sudah berpunya.

Pendekar Tirani gagah orangnya,
Namun hidupnya sekejap cuma,
Masakan disini sudah berpunya,
Menunggu disana berkurun lama.

Ratu Kirana tiada selesa,
Kerana baginda berbadan dua,
Usah kita membuang masa,
Langsung kita ke fasa kedua.

Intan baiduri memang memikat,
Untuk si ayu berjiwa muda,
Kalau hati sudah sepakat,
Molek direstu ayah dan bonda.

Pantun Ilmu

Mudik ke kota mencari tembaga,

Dari pengkalan berdayung sampan,

Ilmu di dada amat berharga,

Buat bekalan masa hadapan.

Bahtera raja berwarna biru,

Dibawa arus berlayar laju,

Harus bijak memilih guru,

Agar lurus hala tuju.

Kain pelikat benang suasa,

Dijual baharu di pasar tamu,

Harus ingat setiap masa,

Jasa guru mencurah ilmu.

Dari kecil menjadi insan,

Ibu beri tunjuk ajar,

Kecil-kecil ibu pesan,

Rajin-rajin kalau belajar.

Selamat Datang.

Lena tidur sampai ke petang,

Mimpi ditandang puteri serani,

Saya hulur selamat datang,

Sudi datang ke serambi ini.

Ayu pesona puteri serani,

Memang jelita dipandang mata,

Kerna ku bina serambi ini,

Agar bisa bermain kata.

Puteri jelita kesayangan rakyat,

Tutur dan adab semua lengkap,

Kususun kata menjadi ayat,

Cukup empat menjadi rangkap.

Puteri tersayang ramah orangnya,

Kalau berkata bersopan santun, 

Ada pembayang ada maksudnya,

Itulah dia serangkap pantun.

Huuuh...it took me 20 minutes just to write these 4 stanzas. Seperti yang kalian sedia maklum, blog in saya dedikasikan khas untuk pencinta budaya dan pejuang sastera, lebih-lebih lagi budaya pantun. Saya tahu ada ramai para pemantun di luar sana yang giat berkongsi ilmu, tips dan koleksi-koleksi pantun masing-masing, baik hitam putih mahupun di alam maya.

Saya tidak mengharap blog ini untuk menjadi popular dan sukses tetapi sekiranya dapat menjadi pangkalan untuk berpantun dan berbalas pantun kepada sesiapa sahaja yang berminat, saya amat alu-alukan.