Clocking in Space

A lot of drafts have been made,

most of them left… redundant.

A lot of dreams have been dreamed,

they say sleep is for the weak.

Ideas smideas. Such pompous pursuit.

When we sell our soul to the devil,

we didn’t ask for any discount.

And then we claim back the good deeds to redeem ourselves,

and those deeds remain unacknowledged.

They say,

“Abby, write something which is not about love.

You need to change your style of writing.”

I say,

nothing.

We live in this loud crowded world in silence.

We don’t project our needs.

Wanting something which is not yours,

how do you earn its worth?

You don’t.

Go on living.

Tomorrow we might die.

Puisi lepas ini aku mencarut dalam bahasa aku.

Di dalam diam. 

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“You would be great for this!”

Someone knocked my inbox with an opportunity that left me grinning for the past hour. An opportunity I’ve always thought not qualified for.

I just deleted a whole load of things I just wrote for this post. Sometime later, someone will read it wrongly and tell me how emotional I am.

If I am told to be less emotional, it is as if I am told to be less of myself.

And all I can think of is this, the poem I read on Saturday.

Aku. Tiga. Dan Lima.

ini kata puisi

dari karyawan yang lara.

barangkali bikin hujan timpa

lebih bergelora.

kisah cinta dihisab

satu malam panjangnya.

mengenai si tiga

dengan yang ke lima.

kalau aku kira sepuluh

kembali ke nombor satu

mungkin tiga dan lima akan ku curi

bawa pergi. jauh dari sini.

mungkin kita lenjun ketika ribut melanda

biar demam dalam kehangatan cinta.

bersama tiga. dan lima.

kalau empat tambah satu

dan empat tolak satu

tiga dan lima masih milikku.

hei tiga dan lima

lantang kau laung kata cintamu

yang dengar bukan satu, bukan seribu.

dan juga bukan aku.

tapi lagak karya sasar amir hamzah

atau nobatan cinta ilahi si rumi

ini puisi insan bernama abby

nombor ganjil tidak bererti

jadi biarlah aku, tiga dan lima

di dalam hutan gelap puaka

bermadu cinta manja dan lara

kerana kami semua

bukan uda, bukan dara.

hanya aku. tiga. dan lima.

PrayForMH370

There are men and women out there risking their own lives leaving loved ones to search for someone else’s loved ones.

Jangan berhenti berharap.

Everyone is doing their best. Please try to understand. Stop being negative about everything and preach negativity.

Terlampau laparkan maklumat, manusia mudah melontar kata sinis supaya air liurnya tidak meleleh.

Imagine the cost of the search team deployed – fuel, manpower, resources. I’m sure the authorities is exhausting as much as they can.

We just hope they are relentless in their trying while we ourselves deem helpless.

While some of us sits at the comfort of our homes scared of the haze outside and throw curses on their incompetence.

Please think that the things you say might hurt the people who are praying for hope.

in her abyss, love is the gravity that pulls everyone back to sanity.

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