Sunday, 28 July 2019

Amir's 24th Birthday Poem

08:06:00
you are a breathe of fresh air
after days of fuzzy hurricanes
like a meadow field your touch is warm
as i lie down on a sunny day 

-fuck, i can’t finish this. 

there have been many attempts of me trying to write a poem for you, giving justice to all the men that I have praised and humbled on to jeopardise my life 
i even lose sleep writing for some 
but my fingers just freeze on the keypad as i push my brain to think of metaphors that symbolise you,
but even thesauruses can’t find me adjectives for your anatomy because
you are real.
you are not made up of
cringey metaphors 
nor similes 
you are comparable to
none.
you are you.
your fingers that will remain intertwined to mine and will search for it whenever it’s out of reach
your hair that covers your sight 
that needs my hand to brush it upwards
your smile that is rarely to be seen 
but you’ll never let it hide as you look at me
you are you.
and
i love you 
for just being you.


Sakit

07:56:00

kita rupanya sama sahaja.
mencurahkan segala warna hati di atas mukasurat kosong ini
dan aku bagaikan menyentuh bekas luka lama tatkala membaca setiap bait kata-kata yang tak terungkapkan
ah, sakit. terasa ngilunya.
mungkin harus saja ia hanya untuk ditulis kerana setiap ayatnya sudah menghiris hatiku baris demi baris 
ditusuk pedang bilah demi bilah
sakitnya hanya Tuhan dan kau saja tahu,
tiada aku tertanggung. 

namun setiap sakit yang kita alami memang selamanya eksklusif untuk kita saja lalu deritanya,
memikul bebannya,
merawat sakitnya.
dan aku bukanlah rumah sakit yang bisa menghuni ratusan pesakit yang tertumpas dengan keperitan itu
namun cukuplah aku sekadar tahu
bisanya ujianmu terangkat
saat adanya aku 

dalam hidupmu.