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Satu

Subuh yg hening.

Selesai menunaikan solat Subuh, Maryam bersiap untuk memulakan hari-hari normal ke tempat keje. Di belek satu-persatu pakaian yg tergantung, dengan mimik-mimik muka yg agak blur. Pilihan antara mahu atau tidak.

"Ah, nak pilih baju pun masalah. Pakai je lah yg ni", lantas merembat sehelai kemeja dan seluar. Pakaian sehari-hari yg sebenarnya tiada masalah apa pun. Selesai bersiap, mengenakan solekan nipis, semburan pewangi sedas-dua, beg tangan di capai lalu Maryam keluar dari bilik terus menuju ke dapur. Melihat ibunya sudah selesai menyiapkan sarapan.

"Hah Yam, makan dulu. Kau ni hari-hari nak cepat je. Tak elok tinggalkan sarapan kata orang"

"Nak makanlah ni mak. Mana boleh tinggal ni nasi goreng mak yg sedap. Emmm.. Bau pun dah goncang iman lah mak", gurau Yam sambil tersenyum manis.

Pinggan selesai di cuci. Maryam terus keluar menhidupkan enjin kereta. Bunyi enjin yg agak bising ibarat bunyi motobot memeranjatkan anak buah Maryam yg enak dibuai mimpi di ruang tamu. Yam gelak keseorangan. Entah bila mahu di servis kereta itu. Maryam sibuk dengan keje dan kehidupan seharian. Banyak perkara enteng hanya di tolak tepi dan memberi laluan pada yg lebih penting. Ya, bunyi enjin kereta seperti motobot juga agak enteng pada Maryam.

"Tak boleh jadi ni. Kena servis jugak, kalau tak down tengah jalan, tengah highway. Mati aku menapak nak cari workshop", bisik Maryam.

"Dah bangun budak Farel ni. Bising sangat bunyi kereta tu. Kan mak dah pesan, pegilah hantar kat kedai Pak Usop depan tu. Kalau ikut masa, kau memang memanjang takde masa"

Muka Maryam berkedut-kedut mendengar bebelan emaknya di pagi yg sunyi sepi. "Ye lah mak. Nanti Yam cuba. Pegi ye mak.. Bye Farel. Jangan naughty ok. Jangan buli opah tau. Behave sampai mama papa balik ok", Tangan emaknya di cium. Pipi Farel habis merah di tenyeh dengan ciuman Maryam. Farel merengek lagi.

"Yaamm..!"

"Hehehe.. Pegi mak!"

Bersambung...

roti bakar

Hanya gambar sekadar hiasan. Trying to upload via phone tak menjadi pulak. Mungkin ini bukan BB mahupun Iphone atau yg lebih canggih lagi.

Betul-betul hiasan.

anak

Anak,
Penciptaan Yang Maha Satu
Lahirnya sesuci kain putih, seputih salju
Corakkan dengan warna kehidupan yg lembut
Yang sejuk
Yang tenang
Yang mendamaikan
Moga dewasa kelak
Akan sentiasa membahagiakan..


SUKA SUKA BELOG tulis.

the honey

EVEN BEFORE missing me, he has already forgotten how

As on his first day the dawn breaks a bow

He ruffles his wings to dry it to the hilt

At the beads of dew that heats up his guilt

He remembers his Lover like the sweet smell of nectar

Hiding at the bottom where the blooming flowers are

The fairytale is new, he was a larva

Unaffected by light, for he has no sight

Like a door, the petal threw away its key

Allowing this feeling of longing, to blame the heart as can be

The white polens are secret lips of a Lover

But its tongue is numb, its sweetness falters

The waving branch is the Lover's beckons

Calling him with a voice, the megavoice of silence

He will only return, when a dew is sugary

Dot sprinkled song, from an ocean-wide honey

On his wings, time fluttered and stayed,

He did not refuse, and the days are used

He did not care, how many flowers he had hit

The buzz soon went quiet - marking it

Is a Lover the shadow of day?

The finger wind, points at the pollen

Is a Lover the silence that may?

Fly around thrice the world is taken

Is a Lover blunt within him?

An avatar - who finds and no longer hunt

Once there, he might not have been there

Only another body, to continue its affair

Picking up sugar clarity, a secret sweet

Before the flower falls, and fruit takes no heed

His wings will wither, and so much further...

When he is gone, he might be forever

In Honey, that touches the tongue of his Lover

(Translated by Gilda Sagrado)

Credit : http://sejuta-puisi.blogspot.com/2011/08/honey.html

salam aidilfitri 2011

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