Laman hati

puas dipujuk pucuk-pucuk rasa
yang sedang bertunas di rantingan jiwa
usah dikau berkembang mekar
merimbun berakar
bilamana laman hati
yang ingin dilawati
pintunya masih pepat terkunci
kelak nanti sebesar besar bumi
ditampar tak kena dibendang tak menjadi
kelak bumi yang dipijak
yang ingin dibajak
enggan menerima
ditanami benih cinta


kenapakah jiwa ini
tidak terpujuk dek akal dan hati
masih mengutip kuntum kuntum kasih
benih benih rasa
ia tetap ingin menjaga membaja
pepohon cinta
agar mula merimbun dan merendang
sekali pun di tanah yang kering gersang

akhirnya terpaksa ku akur juga
kepada kehendak jiwa
kan ku tunggu di hadapan laman hati mu
sehingga kau sudi membuka pintu

seorang pengembara
menyelusuri denai kehidupan
melewati rentang alam rasa
berbekal sekutil harapan
meneroka jauh
menyelami kedasar lautan kenangan
mengharungi arus sungai kerinduan

dia mencari taman
yang harum
dengan wangian kemesraan
taman sendaloka
yang merendang pepohon gurau senda

yang ditemui
alam rasa yang gering
kusam dan muram
tanpa sinaran lagi
terbujur sebuah cinta
yang sudah mati

dengan langkah yang longlai
dia meneruskan perjalanan
membawa dengannya
sekeping hati yang gersang
kering kontang
hanya yang ada
rindu dan dahaga !

JIKA

jika hanya bermimpi
mampu menghilangkan rindu ini
aku tak ingin tibanya siang
biar lena ku panjang
akan ku sentiasa tidur beradu
diulit rindu

jika ku empunya dua doa
untuk dimakbulkan
akan ku pohon satu
restuilah cinta ku
dan yang kedua
restuilah cinta kita

jika air mata mampu
mencipta lagu
ia akan menulis lirik yang syahdu
cinta ku kepada mu

tapi mimpi hanyalah mimpi
dan impian tak akan jadi nyata
air mata tak akan dapat mencipta
sebuah lagu cinta
namun bilamana air mata ini
mengalir di pipi
ia menitis sendu
kerana rindu pada mu

chatting and sms killing the english language

TITLE

Chatting in Cyberspace and theShort Message Service (SMS) on the handset are polluting and dilluting the English Language and its spelling.

OBJECTIVES

1) To observe whether Chatting on Cyberspace and the SMS do abuse the English Language and carnage its spelling.
2) To comprehend whether the problem tends to re-enforce sloppy, undisciplined communication habits among teenagers, when hampered by consraints of space and the difficulty of writing and stringing words in proper phrases and sentences.
3) To identify probable causes of the problem.
4) To evaluate gauge and understand the effect of this problem on the usage english especially as a second language.


INTRODUCTION
Chatting in Cyberspace and SMS (Short Message Service) are services that allows exchange of textual information and communication through the internet and by a mobile handset They both become part and parcel of many people's life as tecnology become more user-friendly. The proverb “Birds of same feather flock together” applies to the sender and the receiver very much. Wherever they come together, they have the habit of chatting for hours even on non-trivial matters. They become addicted to chatting and text messaging. However, these habits have numbing effect on the grammar and textual structure of the English Language. They usually write skeletal phrases and sentences when communicating . Words were abbreviated ("WL" for "will") and common phrases became acronyms ("by the way" turned into "BTW"). There are even dictionaries to sort out the meaning of, say, "AFAIK" ("As far as I know") but if it is unclear on which was meant, simply message back a "W" (what?) or "PXT" (please explain that) for clarification. Most vowels are truncated from words making them unreadable to the uninitiated In fact, as more people began using text messaging, the linguistic flavour is fast becoming bland.


THESIS STATEMENT
Chatting in Cyberspace and the SMS (Short Message Service) is polluting the English Language and stifling its spelling.


METHODOLOGY

The study will be based on appropriate questionnaires distributed to targeted respondents. To a lesser extent and where condusive direct personal interviews will be conducted.


SCOPE OF STUDY
Due to time-constraint this study will be conducted on respondents between 18 to 25 of age the majority of which will be students of the International Islamic University Malaysia.

CONCLUSION

Results and findings of this study will determine whether chatting and the SMS do pollute the english language or because " neccessity is the mother of invention" a new form of commucating language has slowly evolved within cyberspace and the wireless domain and like it or not by the language purists they are here to stay.

MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN FROM EARTH...

Men? Well, I don’t hate or love them not yet anyway. I have a dad and four older brothers. I am sure they are men but when it comes men in the society at large I have a phobia socialising with them. Wherever I walk along roads and pathways, I will feel insecure. I am very nervous and uncomfortable being with men who are complete strangers to me. It seems like a cultural shock to me. I tend to have biased opinions about men who seemed to be more hypocritic shallow and weird than women. They seemed to have hidden agendas when looking at women. It is very hard for me to communicate with them on even terms . I lack the self- confidence to have conversations with men whom I hardly knew. I seemed to be more self-conscious and reserved about what men will think of me. I prefer talking to women than talking to men. Of course that is for now years on who knows. They tend to give you that ‘I’m not interested look!' and basically ignore you . It is hard for women to persuade them to cooperate especially in group tasks. They prefer to let women do the talking and the tasks. If things go well and smoothly they wont hesitate to accept all the credits and accolades.

Men, when they talk women better listen. Their thoughts and opinions are the best there are. They have faultless opinions. They have egos as big as their heads. Some things are beyond them to discuss too small and insignificant even to be mentioned to them. Men who are good and attentive listeners are a dying breed.
They talk in a strange language about football rugby sports cars and motorbikes and will be annoyed if women say they dont understand a word men say. To them women are beyond comprehension. For now maybe I am yet to be interested in them so I tend to keep my distance. This may be due to my strict upbringing and to my limited interactions with them since my primary schooldays. Time and emotions may change all that.
Having said all that men do have objective opinions, ideas, knowledge and creativity as well. I am happy to communicate with them whenever the needs arise and there are tasks to be done on academic grounds. Being a woman I am never saying you dont need a man as in due time you may worship one (he! he!)
but for now men yeechhhh . ( takyah masuk ....heh heh) I have read somewhere this saying about men which I would like to share with everybody. "A man is imcomplete until he gets married. Then he is finished."

TOMORROW NEVER COMES??!

The phrase ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’ is synonymous to me. Whenever I have tasks to do I tend to put them aside and wait and wait until the last moments. At times I will conveniently choose and focus on finishing the easier tasks ignoring the unpleasant ones. I prefer to work on the more interesting tasks even though they do take a lot more time to finish. I realized that being a procrastinator is a serious problem and procrastination really can be very stressful to me in some ways but I enjoy working under this type of pressure. I think that I am able to produce better quality work as my ideas will flow more easily and more effectively. I will gain lots of confidence when I am able to meet the datelines . It will be a little bit rush doing muliple tasks simultaneously but hey, that’s me. I never complain about it but at times, I do feel stressed out. Procrastination is one bad habit and very nerve wrecking making me restless and often times missing my good night sleeps as well when I have datelines to meet. My parents and friends have already talked to me about this bad habit of mine, being a procrastinator. As they say procrastination is a waste of time and if I may add of energy.

To overcome this annoying habit need strict self discipline and prudent time management. I need to do and complete tasks according to priorities and needs and not on my whims and fancies. These acquired skills will stand in good stead if and when I join the working environment. I tried my very best to instill self-discipline including following set schedules and promising doing tasks immediately but there seemed to be too many social and interactive distractions in my life preventing me from succeeding. It will work for a few days and then business will be back as usual. Well, I believe that to solve this problem needs self resolution and personal objectives as well as vision. I need the courage to presevere and stick to a proper time management regime in order to consistently finished doing those tasks assigned to me. I also must motivate and remind myself that procrastination just wont do. I am just a normal person with normal bad habits so I need to be reminded all the times. I am trying not to be a procrastinator . I will keep trying to change this bad habit of mine starting tomorrow. Well, better try than never or is it better late . .. Oh! never mind.

The teribble script -Revisited

ACT 1, SCENE 1

IBN BATTUTA SETS OUT FOR DELHI, INDIA TO SEEK OFFICIAL EMPLOYMENT AND HE HAD ALREADY SIGNED A CONTRACT AGREEING THAT HE WOULD STAY IN INDIA. WHILE HE IS WALKING IN THE MARKET NEAR THE SEAPORT, SUDDENLY HE HEARD AN ANNOUNCEMENT THAT THE SULTAN, MUHD TUGHLUQ WANTS TO HIRE A JUDGE IMMEDIATELY…

SETTING : AT THE SEAPORT OF DELHI
TIME : SOMETIME IN THE AFTERNOON
CHARACTERS : IBN BATTUTA
ANNOUNCER
TRANSLATOR
PERSON 1

ANNOUNCER : (Yelling) (in indian)

TRANSLATOR : (Yelling) Listen all of you, people of Delhi! The sultan may it please him is desirious of appointing a judge in his majesty’s administration . So if any of you think that, you are the ‘One In A Million’ person who has the appropriate qualifications to become a judge; you are cordially invited to enter the Judge Academy audition starting tomorrow. Now please queue up and fill this form . Completed forms can be handed over to the clerk in charge which is me. Thank you. (What?? nobody interested. Let me tell you this job comes with a kereta lembu you know and free housing plus watching belly dancing in the evenings. Still no takers. <<>>)

IBN BATTUTA : (In low tones)l..wow what a great opportunity for me. This job ia tailormada for me . I am a judge before and I think that I can fit in here but how am I going to get the job ? ? Ahah gifts to the sultan !! Naw that would be corruption and I’m supposed to be a judge ..Oh what the heck everybody’s doing it ..when you cant beat them jump in and join them What more I wont lose my invesments as the sultan is famous for giving bearers of gifts ..gifts of far greater value in return! Killing two pigeons with one sword .. erk there I go again a potential judge speaking of killing heh heh…where’s the justice !

!ACT 2, SCENE 2
[FLASHBACK SCENE]

IBN BATTUTA RECALLS THAT THE SULTAN IS PERHAPS A CRAZY RULER AND KNOWN AS A CRUEL MAN. THE SULTAN IS FOND OF AND CAPABLE OF PUNISHING NOT ONLY REBELS AND THIEVES WITH CRUEL AND BARBARIC DEATHS, BUT ALSO MUSLIM SCHOLARS AND HOLY MEN – JUST ABOUT ANYONE WHO DISAGREES AND RESISTS HIS WAYS OF DOING THINGS AND HIS POLICIES. HE IS PARANOID AND FEARFUL OF CRITICSMS. IBN BATTUTA IS HESISTANT AND WARY THINKING WHETHER IT IS SAFE TO WORK FOR THIS MANIAC , BUT IN RETROSPECTIVE THE REWARD COULD BE GREAT EVEN THOUGH THE JOB IS FRAUGHT WITH DANGERS

!SETTING : OUTSIDE THE PALACE
TIME : IN THE MORNING
CHARACTERS : IBN BATTUTA
SULTAN MUHAMMAD TUGHLUG
GUARD
PRISONER

SULTAN : (laughing heartily) ha-ha…what a great morning to start killing people what a great feeling to see fresh blood splurting ! Guard, do we have somebody to entertain me this morning ? any prisoner out there to be killed for my sport and pleasure?? I’m dying to see them die … dying!!! hei cant you see the joke ?

GUARD : Your wish is my command , your majesty!

THE GUARD STARTS BRINGING OUT THE PRISONERS ONE BY ONE AND SINGLES OUT ONE FOR IMMEDIATE EXECUTION …

Sultan : Nice shirt you have there .. be thankful we look after your welfare well here .. free meals and clothings …. now before I sent you on your final journey any kind words for me?

PRISONER : (sighing with hatred) Well your majesty the clothes you gave me was too tight so I give them to the rats in my cell to sleep upon and the food they were so delicious I cannot bear to eat them so I just put them aside to admire .
Your majesty I thank you all for these hospitality and my fervant wish is to meet God and inform Him that we have a kind ruler who thinks he is God. I’m sure God will be amused to hear that and hopefully will summon you to meet him in the very near future the quicker the better . Then your majesty… God will inform you where to go !! And hopefully I wont ever meet you there ….(smiling)
Thank you very much for letting me out of my miseries. Ammabaqdu.

SULTAN : (a little bit angry) Oh I see … a smart aleck ehh? How would you like to be stomped upon by an elephant or gored by a bull huh? huh ? I think your head looks best when sitting on a pole guarding the gates .. heh heh heh
Guard off with his head … insolent guy … let’s see whether he can complain to God without his head!!

THUS THE PRISONER DIED WITH HONOR…

ASIDE...

IBN BATTUTA : My what a personality this sultan has ! Wowee he is not a respecter of men or animals . Lifes are not sacred to him and he kills for the sport. Should I put my head in the noose and grab the job or should I just forget about it ? Hmm...the reward? Very attractive and rich pickings .Well, the job is not difficult I guess. I just need to take good care of myself and never ever make him mad! I’m going to bring him gifts bodek a bit and hope for the best. When the stomach growls the head bows. Gambate!

ACT 3, SCENE 3

IBN BATTUTA ENTERS THE AUDITION ROOM AFTER PERSON 1. HE BRINGS ALONG GIFTS FOR THE SULTAN: CARD CREDIT COLLECTIONS, ARROWS, SLAVES, SEVERAL CAMELS AND OTHER ANIMALS SUCH AS KANCILS KELISAS AND KENARIS . THE AUDITION BEGINS…

SETTING : IN THE AUDITION ROOM
TIME : SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING
CHARACTERS :
IBN BATTUTA
SULTAN MUHAMMAD TUGHLUG
PERSON 1

SULTAN : (looking surprise) Ibn Battuta from your cv I think you are most suited for the job . I have heard rumors about you but know I know they are truths . You are a great person indeed! Why the need for this audition. I have decided you are the ‘one In the million’! that we are searching for.

IBN BATUTA : Your majesty I am most humbly honoured and indebted to your graciousness . You are indeed a great and intelligent King! Your humble servant came to this audition on your creed and command

.SULTAN ; Ha-ha...of course of course ! Well, your arrival is a blessing; be at ease; I shall...give you such favors that your fellow-countrymen will hear of it and will come flocking to join you here! But before that could you brief me about you and your gifts.

Ibn Battuta : Indeed your majesty is very kind … I’ve been a judge before and travel all over the world and I bring exotic gifts from countries afar.

Sultan : Is that so !! I heard you brought me some strange animals that I never even knew they existed before?

Ibn Battuta : So true your majesty ..just a month ago I was in the Malay Archipelego and I stopped at the great port of Melaka ..would your majesty know ?..

Sultan : How can I know when you have’nt told me yet ?

Ibn Battita : Pardon my insolence your majesty … Melaka is ruled by a sultan and this sultan I heard is so infatuated with the Princess of gunung ledang that he is willing to let his son his only heir to the throne to be killed and sacrificed in the name of love

Sultan : (A bit annoyed) Ibn!! what has this to do with the animals that you are bringing as gifts?

Ibn Battuta : Pardon me again your majesty ! It is just that I brought some kancils ,kelisas and kenaris for your enjoyment … these animals can run faster than 90 kph can carry 5 adults each and what more they come in various colours as well as a 3 year warranty … there are a lot of these animals over in melaka …

Sultan : Hmmm you are indeed a very astute person my man !!

IBN BATTUTA IS THE CHOSEN ONE AND THE SULTAN TAKES HIS HAND SHAKES IT AND CONTINUES TO HOLD IT. EACH TIME HE SAID ANY ENCOURAGING WORD, IBN BATTUTA WOULD KISSED HIS HAND AT LEAST SEVEN TIMES.

ACT 4, SCENE 4

THEREFORE, IBN BATTUTA BEGINS WORKING AS A JUDGE. THE SULTAN TAKES GOOD CARE OF HIM IN PAYING OFF HIS DEBTS , GIVING HIM MONEY FOR HOUSE REPAIRS AND EVEN GIVES HIM ANOTHER JOB; TO TAKE CARE OF THE QUTB AL-DIN MUBARAK MAUSOLEUM. HOWEVER, A SERIOUS PROBLEM OCCURS WHEN HIS FRIEND, A SUFI HOLY MAN, REFUSES TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS AND TRIES TO LIVE A RELIGIOUS AND PIOUS LIFE. HE SNUBS THE SULTAN AND REFUSES TO OBEY THE SULTAN’S COMMANDS. THE SULTAN TORTURES HIM AND HAD HIS BEARD PLUCKED OUT HAIR BY HAIR. AFTER TORTURING HIM HE WAS PUT TO DEATH .THE FOLLOWING DAY, THE SULTAN DAMANDS A LIST OF FRIENDS, WHICH INCLUDES IBN BATTUTA’S NAME...

SETTING : IN THE PRISON
TIME : SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING
CHARACTERS : IBN BATTUTA
SULTAN MUHAMMAD TUGHLUG
SUFI
THE MINISTER

THE MINISTER : Your majesty it is with a heavy heart that I wish to report than Ibn Battutas name is inscribed on the list . I would like to ask the king to decide on the course of action .

IBN BATTUTA : Oh God my name is on that list . I am a goner .Surely the sultan will come after me ! God please give me strength and courage to face this adversity

.SULTAN : Ibn Battuta you are a disgrace I don’t know how you of all person is involved with this man . Now you will take your own medicine . You will be sent to solitary confinement for nine days so that you can repent . Away with him!!

FOR NINE DAYS, HE RECITED LINES OF PRAYER 33000 TIMES, FASTING AND RECITEd THE QURAN FROM COVER TO COVER EACH DAY.

AFTER FIVE MONTHS...

SULTAN : (a little bit angry) Well, he is something...hmm...but I still want to get rid of him. Although he is just a friend of the Sufi, I still hate him! We cannot predict what he will do in the future!

MINISTER : What will you do, my great King?

SULTAN : I will send him to the Mongol court of China and as my ambassador.

MINISTER ; What? I thought you said you hate him but why do you want to give him such position? Just banished him away from here my King!
SULTAN ; That is what I am trying to do. Do you think he will manage to step his foot in China? Ha-ha...

MINISTER : Now, I understand. That the most wonderful idea ever ! Why did’nt I think of that before ? You are clever my dear King! It is not easy to go there, the rebels are out there, the robbers and even the weather are unpredictable! He will be dead in no time!

Sultan : (Sneering) That is why you are a minister and I am the king .

ACT 5, SCENE 5

IBN BATTUTA IS DELIGHTED WITH THIS MISSION. HOWEVER, ALL HE WANTED TO DO IS TO GET AWAY FROM THE MOODY AND TYRANICAL SULTAN. A FEW DAYS OUTSIDE DELHI, HE IS ATTACKED BY HINDU REBELS BUT HE DEFEATS THEM BUT IS ATTACKED A SECOND TIME WHEN HE IS ROBBED AND TAKEN TO A CAVE. THEY PLAN TO KILL HIM IN THE MORNING. IBN BATTUTA TRIES TO CONVINCE THEM THAT THEY SHOULD LET HIM FREE...

SETTING : IN THE CAVETIME :
SOMETIMES IN THE NIGHT
CHARACTERS :
IBN BATTUTA
HINDU REBEL 1
HINDU REBEL 2

IBN BATTUTA : Please let me go. I have nothing left. See? See? Please, I mean you no harm. I come in peace!

HINDU REBEL 1 : Should we let him go?

HINDU REBEL 2 : I Don’t know but he seems like the good guy. You know like Shah Rukh Khan!

HINDU REBEL 1 : Hey, to me he is the bad guy and you think Shah Rukh Khan is good uh huh he is a lousy actor!

HINDU REBEL 2 : Ahh...that is not the point! Well. Battuta, we will release you, as you seem like a pious person to me and you sing well too.

HINDU REBEL 1 : But you said because he looks like Shah Rukh!

HINDU REBEL 2 : No. he looks like Mawi and sings like one he must be an ardent fan of AF3 that is why we should set him free Ohh...Shut up! Go bring the horse!

IBN BATTUTA : Oh, thank you so much. May God bless you!

HINDU REBEL 2 : And if we meet again could you bring us mawi’s cd ….

ACT 6, SCENE 6

He manages to catch up with his group within two days, and continues the journey to Cambay. From there they sailed to Calicut.While Ibn Battuta visited a mosque on shore, however, a storm blew up and two of the ships of his expedition were sunk. Fearful of returning to Delhi as a failure, he stayed for a time in the south under the protection of Jamal al-Din, but when that worthyruler was overthrown it became necessary for Ibn Battuta to leave India altogether...

ASIDE.

..IBN BATTUTA : Oh, I am such a failure. I am not a great person. I have taken too much risks and now what? I don’t know what will happened to me after this...God help me please!

SUDDENLY...

IBN BATTUTA : What am I doing? This is not me at all. ibn battuta never will never cry will never give up no matter what . There is still hope and I know it. I am not going to give up. God always guide the righteous!! I have learn so much from my experience and I am willing for them to go to waste. Yesze !! Gambate! chaiyo! You can do it! just do it! Ibn Battuta boleh !!

He resolved to carry on to China, with a detour at the beginning of the journey to the Maldives. Setting sail from Ceylon, his ship nearly sank in a storm, then the ship that rescued him was attacked by pirates. Stranded on shore, Ibn Battuta once again worked his way back to Calicut, from where he set sail to the Maldives again before getting onboard a Chinese junk on the way back to China. This time he succeeded, and manage to enter China! The rest is history.

I will fly I will .....

From day one, when God herself created heaven and earth, it heralded the beginning of divine creativity a natural phenomena that trancends the universe . God when she created our world put in so much creativity and diversity that She coloured the world giving it sunrises and sunsets which are panoramic marvels of beauty. She created wonderful and unforgettable life and natural scapes to be shared by all and sundry. Quietly in all of us humans She gave and planted the gift of creativity. However, most people tend not to realize or plead ignorance of that gift. Instead, they tend to blame themselves always reminiscing, “well, I’m not creative like you” or “ Creativity needs to be learned” . This kind of perception makes me wonder how they could manage and enjoy their life without a semblance of creativity. Are they happy without utilising at least a little creativity, a God-given gift, in them?

Well, I realised that life is creativity itself created by the greatest Creator of all. I intend to fully utilise this gift. I do really need a boost of creative energy in life. Hopefully it will enrich my life and at the same time will help me to manage and improve social interactions with my friends and the people around me in a more meaningful way. I am sure it will bring more sunshine into my life and will create inner peace within myself. I really do feel that it is something that is already inbuilt within me just waiting for the right time to blossom forth. At times I find it is interesting on how I tend to use my creativity. It has something to do with the weather and the day itself I supposed. Raining, heat, dawn, day and night, among them all I really have a strong affinity with rain and the night after twelfth. When it is raining especially, I tend to become moody and unpredictable and my soul and being seem to cry . I just could not fathom these feelings . It is just that I will start to become emotionally creative and inspiring to express myself through poetry which I would usaully record in my little blue notebook which I called ‘my blue house’. I will also sit pensively on my bed thinking, playing back the memories and meditating on life. I’m quietly creatively weaving my web of life in my own special cocoon. I don’t have problems expressing my creativity. However there is this simple barrier of not having the opportunities to realise my creativity . I am no longer a girl but not yet a woman. I still a young naïve teenage girl that still fresh and just starting in life. Never yet tasting the freedom of conjuring her own dreams and living her own life. Besides, I need proper guidance and motivation to develop them from those nearest to me. Thus far I have never had been fully tested to realise my creativity potential. I never am afraid to be creative. This God-given gift will be wisely spend. For me, creativity is like a juvenile bird that needs to learn how to fly in order to explore the world. The potential is there , you just need a push, a little bit of courage plus lots of faith. If and when you manage to spread your wings and fly you will be free to roam the sky and be wherever you wish to be. This marvelous feeling can never be adequately expressed in words. That is what I am a young bird who still yearning to fly across the universe.

Ibu dan Anak

IBU ......


wahai ibu
banglo kita banyak bilik
yang cantik cantik
dan di dalamnya
di hiasi barangan antik
beribu harganya

wahai ibu
tidak kah boleh kita ambil satu
kita tumpangkan nenek ku
yang terlantar sakit
di pondok kampong yang sempit
adakah bilik itu akan kelak
usang dan rosak
bila nenek menghuni nanti
menunggu saat mati

wahai ibu
kau jua anak pada nenek ku !!



DUHAI ANAK *********


duhai anak !!
ku tahu kau sibuk
menjaga anak anak mu
kau juga perlu
memastikan keselesaan
menanti kedewasaan

duhai anak !!
tidak perlu kau membawa ibu
masuk ke banglo mu
ku tidak akan tahu
menguna bilik air mu
yang cantik rapi
dan lebih luas lagi
daripada bilik tidur ku ini

duhai anak !!
hanya ku bersyukur
jika dengan jujur
kau memberi kasih sayang
pada ibu mu nii yang sorang
kau jenguk kerana merindu
kau lawat kerana kasih mu
tidak mahu ku merasa
kau kemari kerana terpaksa

duhai anak !!
dalam kemewahan mu
ingatlah aku ibu
yang tidak meminta apa sesuatu
hanya menharap doa restu
dari anak ke seorang ibu
dan bila aku pejamkan mata ku ini
pohonkan kesejahteraan untuk roh ku yang kembali
agar ia dicucuri rahmat oleh Illahi

wahai anak !!
ibu senantiasa berdoa sambil menangis
agar kau menjadi anak yang soleh !!

BICARA HATI

BICARA HATI


sudah kedengaran suara hati mu
lembut dan tegas merayu
sekuntum rasa dari ku
telah ku siram lama cinta yang berputik
yang tertanam di lubuk jiwa
namun ketika panas terik
hampir layu dilanda dahaga

hampir ku tinggalkan kekeringan
begitu saja pepohon rasa
kerana kau masih
enggan menyiram dengan bajaan kasih

kalau kini air mata mu
mengimbau jiwa ku
melewati segala janjian
yang dulu telah ku luahkan

bersaksikan bulan dan bintang
ku kan kembali bertandang
menyemarakan taman yang hampir gersang
agar segala kasih sayang kita
tidak berkubur di pusara cinta !



II ………



sekeping hati yang kau bawa lari
separuh nyawa ku tangisi
kau bawa menyusuri
jalan nan penuh onak dan duri
jalan cinta yang tidak sunyi
dari dugaan dan ranjau ngeri
hati itu ku menjejaki
hampir lemas dalam lautan sepi !!

kini kau pula memohon kepastian
dari rindu yang tanpa ketepian

sayang !!
tekapkan rasa mu di dada ku
dengarlah rentak dan irama apa
yang bergetar di situ
berkurun ia memainkan
rentak rindu yang tidak berkesudahan

sayang !!
rasakanlah nadi di lengan
yang berdegup segala kenangan
setiap degupan nadi itu
membilang butiran kasih pada mu

sayang!!
buka dan intai kamar hati ku
yang terpalit di merata dinding
degan gambaran memori wajah mu
dihias dengan harapan
bahawa satu hari nanti
kau lah sayang ku
yang akan tetap menghuni

sayang !!
tak perlu ku bukti segala cinta
kerana yang ada dalam jiwa
hanya diri mu semata mata
bila kau nyalakan semula
sinar bahagia
kau pun tentu akan merasa
panasnya bahang asmara kita !

sayang ... mengerti
ikutlah kata hati !



III……


sepulau sayang telah ku himpun
selaut rindu ku kumpul
segenggam dendam
ku pendam

ku persembahkan kepada mu
apabila kau memerlu
jika semua itu belum mencukupi
kau bisiklah kepada hati ku ini
kerana disitu masih
terkumpul segunung kasih !


IV……


sayang ...
kalau suratan membicara kegagalan
diri ini tidak akan terkilan
ku bersyukur kerana mengetahui
diri ini telah kau kasihi
di mana pun kau akan berada
ku kan abadikan kenangan kita
dan segala cinta yang ada
ku semadikan didalam jiwa

kalau bersama kita tak kesampaian
ku tetap akur takdir tuhan....

KELIRU TENTANG RINDU

KELIRU TENTANG RINDU


kamu tidak ada dalam ingatan ku
kamu tidak ada dihujung mata hati ku

kamu tidak menggangu mimpi ku
tidak pula kamu hadir dalam lena
tetapi kenapa mesti selalu
bayangan itu tetap ada ?
adakah ini merupa
akar rindu telah mula
hendak menjalar dalam jiwa ?


sekuntum senyum
sepasang mata yang redup
tanpa bernafas tetapi hidup
bibir seolah membisik berkata
mata menyinar ceria
hanya kamu berada
di alam maya

adakalanya aku pun tak sedar
apa yang tergambar
apa yang bercerita
di hamparan rasa

hati aku
enggan lagi dibeban rindu
tapi kini aku keliru
takut nanti yang ku rasa
merupakan khayalan sahaja
atau itu
benar benar rindu kepada kamu
semakin aku menjadi keliru
tentang apa akan berlaku
pada rasa selepas itu !



II………

siang ke petang
rasanya ada rindu
yang bertandang
masih ku keliru
tika malam
lena ku panjang

tika bercanda
mungkin ada
dilawat rasa
bila berpisah
tidak ada
rasa gelisah

biarlah begitu
kelak nanti
kita tahu
yang mana satu
diantara ingatan
dan rasa rindu
dicubit rasa
tahulah kita !

ketukan di pintu hati
kedengaran lagi
tapi ku keliru
kamukah yang menunggu
diluar itu

amat ku bimbang
kamu yang bertandang
tersesat jalan

e-mail hati ku
belum pernah ku beritahu
jadi ku tertanya
kamu dapat dimana

wahai tetamu
maafkan daku
adakah kamu
kenal dengan rindu ku
dan sampai kesini
kamu datang mencari ?

kalau kau masuk
ke bilik hati ku
pasti kau tahu
bahawa tiada lagi
apa yang ada di situ
kerana rindu dan rasa
baru sahaja
terkorban dimedan cinta !


III ……….

agaknya bagaimana rupa
rindu yang sebenarnya
mampukah ia membuat
tidur tak lena

cantikkah atau lawa
kita melihat nya
sehingga kita alpa
atau wajahnya
biasa saja …

adakah rindu
berwarna biru
dihadapan nya
kita hampir terkedu
tergamam gitu

kalau wajah rindu
sukar dinampak
bagaimana nak tahu
yang asli atau yang cetak rompak

banyak soalan diminda
menjadi pening kepala
sungguh amat keliru
bila bicara tentang rindu


IV………

rindu pergi dan datang
ada dan hilang
lalu dan tandang
pagi dan petang
tapi tak perasan

ada yang malu
ada yang mahu
ada yang tegur sapa
ada yang senyum saja
banyak tak berbicara

nah kalau semua itu rindu
yang datang dan pergi
sungguh amat keliru
apa yang terjadi
kalau ada rindu
yang menjelma dalam diri !

V ………

telah ku cuba memahami rasa ini
yang bergelegar di sanubari
pernah ku lewati suatu masa dulu
laluan yang penuh berliku

ku jinjing menyusuri
jalan beronak berduri
gigih menuju ke destinasi
tanpa ku sedari
rindu itu telepas jua
dari jari jemari

aku masih mengingati wajah rindu itu
masih ku tunggu
sampai bila
aku tidak tahu
kini ku keliru
apakah akan hadir
rindu yang baru
aku tidak tahu


VI …..

berbisik diri kepada hati
bilakah ku tahu rindu kemari
hati hanya membisu
seolah olah ia tak tahu
kerana sudah keliru

masih tiada dalam mimpi
tapi hadir dalam illusi
masih kosong dalam dada
tapi seakan dipegang rasa
hmmm ..kalau ada dalam jaga
kenapa tiada masa lena ?

keliru keliru keliru
kalau rindu datang menyapa
tolong beritahu rindu siapa !!



VII………..



lembut menyapa deria
wajah yang datang bertandang
bayangan menari nari
dihujung pandang
di antara kelam dan bercahaya
antara sedar dan lupa

wajah yang bersuara diantara
susunan pesan dan kata
berbicara hanya bertinta cuma
mencuit rasa yang nyenyak lena
terbangun ia menggeliat terpinga
mamai seketika

lama telah rasa bersemadi disitu
memendam diam membisu
mencari mana perginya sebuah rindu
tatkala disergah dari alam mimpi
oleh sapaan lunak suara illusi
terasa pula di pujuk manja

lantas mepuk dada
menanyanlah rasa
apakah rindu lama
yang berbaju baru
atau yang baru
sedang menjelma
menggamit jiwa

rindu silalah perkenalkan diri mu
kepada ku
agar tidak lagi ku keliru !



VIII …….


rindu
tidak penatkah kau menyakat aku
kau datang dan pergi
sesuka hati

rindu
ngape perangai kau begitu
nakal mengetuk pintu hati ku
tak dapat kau biarkan ku tidur merehat badan?
masa tu lah mula
kau usik datang menerpa

rindu
keliru tau kau buat aku
asyik menangani karenah mu
tanpa diundang
tersenyum kau datang
dan wajah siapa pula
bersama mu kau bawa

rindu
jangan la lagutu
macam tak tau malu
menjenguk jendela jiwa
ehem tu tanpa dipelawa
nak kena babab kang
kalau kau bagitau orang
dikamar hati siapa
yang kau gatal menyapa

balik! balik! balik segera
dan jangan lupa tau
tutup baik baik mulut kau
bukan kau tak tahu
aku semakin lama semakin keliru
bila bicara tentang rindu !



XI ……



Rindu ku lepaskan rantai mu
bekelanalah kau kemana mana
ke taman rasa
memerhati bunga bunga
yang mekar di sana
jagalah budi pekerti mu
usah bertindak terburu buru
menyakat dan mengharu

rindu bila kau tidak lagi dibelenggu
molekkanlah tingkah laku
supaya bila kau datang bertandang
jarang disuruh kau pulang

apa yang nanti kau rasakan
apa yang kau terkenangkan
apa yang kau mahu
bicarakanlah kepada ku
agar tidak lagi keliru
tentang segala karenah mu .....