Archive for April, 2009

‘Afterword’

It seems that when you write down a “dream”, you become engulfed in that “dream”.

There may be nothing quite as boring as talking about someone else’s “dreams”.

 

However, just like how you cannot stop yourself from falling asleep

One cannot stop relating their dreams.

 

Simply by writing down your dreams

Like becoming part of some interesting tale

You are actually taken by a blissful hallucination.

 

Fresh emotion

Beautiful memory

Connect

And uncover

A world equals to a future that no one knows…

 

 

(Taken from somewhere… not written by me. In despair and stubborn defiance, of my inability to write something I wish. You can feel it when you have tried so hard but still so faraway and inferior compared to others whom you admire or hate or simply don’t know)

Bandar Kecil di Persisiran Pantai

smalltownbythesea

Bandar kecil di persisiran pantai

bagai mengajakku pulang

untuk merangkul deburan ombak

dan mengucapkan

beberapa perkataan yang aku sukai

biar nama itu melayang ke tengah samudera

menjadi busa-busa pagi

yang meluruhkan gumpalan udara dingin.

 

Dari stesen ke stesen,

takdir ini menumpahkan sedulang derita

dan di perhentian berikutnya, kudapati

diriku masih di pesisir pantai

kembali menyebut kata-kata itu.

 

 

Rifhan Rasuli, April 2009

Mengambil dan Memberi (take and give)

ladder

Mengambil dan kemudian memulangkan semula

akan menampakkan bahawa

aku adalah orang baik.

 

Kerana benar seperti yang dikata:

manusia itu mudah lupa.

 

Semalam akan menghilang, dan menghilang

bagai tidak pernah terjadi

sesuatu apa pun.

 

Esok akan menjelang

lalu membutakan setiap diri

dengan prospektif dan janji-janji.

 

Kerana itu, aku akan terus

mengambil dan memberikan semula

sebagai seorang yang paling baik.

 

 

Rifhan Rasuli, April 2009

Dublin

Plain Looking Guy

footprints-in-the-sand

(To all plain looking guys all around the globe. Keep having dreams; human needs to have dreams. Only dead man doesn’t have dreams. Wahahaha)

 

His traces sank in the afternoon

being barefoot, he ran along the beach

to a land where ideals were blooming.

 

Some prayers were reflected in his eyes

while tomorrow seemed to be talking

about letting him sail to the ocean of liberty.

 

A plain looking guy, who keeps running

is cheering at the end of his quest

because dreams are everywhere.

 

 

Rifhan Rasuli, March 2009

Dublin