a lil bit stranger each day
Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
" He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize. " -Oscar Wilde- That’s the perfect excuse of why I hardly write anymore ;p yes, thoroughly insolent of me… Pardon me for telling the truth, but I’m definitely laying on my bed of roses now. You know what I believe? I believe that life is in fact, a bed of roses. Only most of us choose to forget that roses are thornful. Once or twice, as we blissfully (or uneasily) twist and turns these thorns pricked our skin. We become angry, and we blame God for taking away our bed of roses when we’ve done everything to please Him (or so we think). Somebody’s gotta be blamed for the spilled blood. Isn’t that shameful? Senang sekali ketika ini. Umpama bersantai di tepi pantai, mendengar bisikan bayu yang berpuput lembut. Kadangkala tersentak disergah camar yg terbang girang. Tak mengapalah. Kita saling menumpang, kita semua dagang musafir di dunia fana ini. Hidup kita berbeza. Kau dan aku, walaupun kita datang dari tempat yg sama tapi destinasi kita berlainan. Kau pilih jalanmu, aku ikut naluri sendiri. Mestilah, kadang2 mata aku berpinar sedikit. Aku nampak rumput di seberang sana hijau, segar-bugar. Aku lihat kau dikelilingi sahabat sedang aku bersendiri. Aku lihat kau sudah jadi ulat gemuk yang makan daun hijau yang banyak, rezeki kau melimpah-ruah. Sedangkan aku masih dalam batu. Masih mengharap si kodok datang membawa daun layu utk mengalas perutku yg kosong. Namun itu semua tak benar ‘kan? Manusia memang tidak pernahnya akan rasa cukup. Hakikatnya rumputku sudah cukup hijau dan segar, sahabatku banyak dan ramai dan kemewahan ku sedang-sedang saja. Tak lebih tak kurang. "A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. " -Oscar Wilde- …and I will always be lame to you, because I choose to keep the secrets to myself. bwahahahaha…!!! 
