Poems-Rahmawati

SCENIC SERENADE

When dusk sets in,
the day may end.
The world sees it ends
in picturesque pride,
stroking the tangerine streaks,
blending the sun rays with purplish sky.
Lovely that the day fades
spreading splendid lights to the night.
Like you, your life, beautiful.
Like the psychedelic beauty
of sunset at dusk.

October 25th, 2014

IMAGINING

Some graduation it would be
Scrolls, mortar hats, robes, confetti
Sweet faces and flowers aplenty
Streaming galore of grads queueing like bee
Some thousand miles it would be
Screen visions would fail to meet
Symphony of hopes left to break free
Strumming lullaby beneath the heat

Miami 2010

IPOH

What about it?
Seeing, believing, dating, sipping white coffee,
yet again another vain another pain.
Endless everything.
Ipoh after two decades?
What's with it?
Abundant memories cramped, suffocated, encumbered,
rolled down memory lane, released yet unsolved.
Emptiness crept in steadily shifting pages, episodes
of a journey left aside.
Ipoh at 9, mute, erstwhile, silent,
a beginning to another farewell
in Ipoh.

CLUTTER

Just last night the crowd created some fright
in me when they were all in outfits a little too tight
I was hoping the moment would stop and stark
leaving me staring none too offending wishing it all happened in the dark
somewhere the cleavage could be accepted
as an art God created.

My,what a sight, as they say, let there be light
and as I shook my head, my heart and mind were having a fight
whether they were in place or I should not be spared the space
to view displays of authentic life right in front of my face
but they were green and angelic and cupid would easily be lost
in choosing the match as to where the arrow would be tossed.

If that was not difficult enough try this:
put them in two's and name the link of the mr and miss.
It went passed the others' thought but it hit mine
after a teh tarik and a plate of rice that completed the dine
it was obvious some wives' spouses were there and vice versa
tasting the light of Pelita voraciously with another
loading up the sin unknowing.

FULL MOON

Twice, twice
you went away
during the full moon.
My eyes were fixed on it
throughout the journey to be apart.

Twice, twice
my heart sank
during the full moon.
My mind was wandering with it
throughout the travel to start the hurt.

Twice, twice
it shone down the hope,
long after the journey,
far beneath the pain,
of a short-lived rendezvous.

My mind is still with you,
it is always with you,
especially,
during the full moon.

1.10 a.m. 4th Feb. 2007