Lupa.

Aku kini lupa
Rasa merindu dan dirindui
Rasa mencinta dan dicintai
Tapi aku tak lagi mendamba
Akan adanya cinta
Kerana aku kehilangan
Kehilangan harapan dan angan-angan
Di mana pergi impian?
Mungkin bersama angin lalu.
Yang pasti hanya realiti.
Yang pasti hanya aku kini sendiri.

Life is a literature class.

Life is a metaphor
Where things are not the way it seems
And words don't really mean what they literally mean

Life is an oxymoron
Full of incongruous self-contradiction
Because the very rich is in fact poor

Life is a poetry
Growing up is a rhythmical composition
Reality exist because of our fantasies

Life is a drama
with an introduction, build-up and climax,
But the resolution will always be the same.


-hasyimawaty-
1st November 2008