The Night

The night fascinates me,

she hugs me with her sky.

Consoles me with her stars,

kept me awake with her smoothness.

And her beauty remains in my dreams.

Sesisir Daun Senja

Kulihat ke dalam,

tiada hancur yang tak berasal.

Bintang malam,

berkeping tak berbunga dipangkal.

Kuasai dendam,

perangai tidak berampun akal.

Teratai bersulam,

tidak terlupa tetap disangkal.

Kulihat ke luar,

cahaya mentari berikal.

Lupa 'ku akan sesisir daun senja,

yang bunganya pernah kusimpan.

15mins.

The chattering sounds in fifteen minutes.

The cold air striking down my spine,

chilling as the works I have to do.

What's the point of working without love?

Go ask Gibran and he'll let you know.

I am too picky for love,

it might be my reason to not be picked.

I really do love someone.

But I just don't know about love.

And as much as I need to know,

I need to breathe and eat,

and do works in this chilly,

chilly space down the building.

Where I believed my fate was.

Night Coffee

I console my loneliness without fear,

and get troubled by trouble I would not.

Coldness of the night coffee is killing the taste,

as you can never find any knowledge without a waste.

Try to keep inside what's beautiful outside.

Three minutes of walking might be such a sight.

The sideways I walked with or without you,

have always been bright or brighter than.

Your happiness, show it off your smile.

Try to keep outside what's beautiful inside.

And when I see your smile again,

that's the only news I would retain.