batinku menjerit namun tiada suara

pb040105I would remember running away from my mum during Maghrib time with her loud shrinking voice chasing me to go upstair to take shower after playing a ‘lempar koo‘ game with my cousin under the machang tree next to grandma place.

And I would go to a perigi to take a naked buffalo shower surround by the bamboo wall and very rustic zink door.

December like this, a wind would shake the rubber tree next to the house and you can here the POP sound from the ‘buah getah‘ drop on the ground; and the huge rumpun bamboo behind the house scratching between each other and the sound I always thought a ‘hantu kopek lanjut‘ laughing – like what mum said to scared me off;

Then, I would hear my sister playing this song in her room and my mum would bang on the door.

Gharik ni, Yah! Tubik lah nyo, goren ike…” and she would slow it down the volume but I would still hear it from the hole everywhere on the wall.

“batinku menjerit namun tiada suara…”

I miss my old time… are we insane to just let our heart falling for someone?

Ku terpegun di jendela bila hujan gerimis senja

Tak ku lihat di hadapan ku diri ku dalam lamunan
Tiada lain yang ku bayangkan hanyalah peristiwa itu
Dosa-dosa yang ku lakukan tetap mengganggu batin

Tanya pada diri apakah ini semua cobaan belaka
Kesal ku tak berakhir menduga keyakinan ku kepadanya
Batin ku menjerit namun tiada suara

Aku cuba menyatukan semua harapan yang berkecai
Tuhan ku bimbingkanlah diri ku agar kesal ku hilang
Gerimis sungguh mencengkam tiada dapat ku tahan lagi
Sungguh-sungguh tak ku menduka hingga jadi begini


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