"Writers & Poets" as dreamy idealists.

(Dah lama tak tulis dan masih kekok dengan layout baru).

I had to run away from whatever that was. And man, I was depressed. Easily emotionally affected by the situations around me (as usual).

Withdrawing from the depression, still.

So I suppose it is best to sought back to things we used to know. Things that I suppose are safe. Not at all a comfort zone, but when you go out there and they differ so much. Or rather, you tend to put a high expectation on a certain something and it just proves the opposite.

I suppose it is equivalent to the value of money. If you produce too much of it, the value decreases.

The same. All the same.

And I am reminded of days when I doubt poetry and its connotations. But when there are too much of 'poetry' going on, you just know the beauty of it fades.

Like pretty girls. And each of us talks of wanting to be different.

In the first place, who constitutes poetry? Sure 'Art' is vague.

And the difference between people who are doing it for money and the passion of it. Those differ too, and it shows.

This is the real world I reckon, even in literature. And I thought writers & poets ("writers & poets" really) were dreamy idealists.

Thanks for reminding me that there's no 'real' escape from the real world I suppose. And reminding me of personal preferences.

Dan -

Dan di kala
   awanan bertukar
          jingga -

di kala yang
   lelah mengejar dunia -

di kala
   riuh beralih
   di ruang masa,

     pasti semua pulang
       mencari keseimbangan.

  Mencari sesuatu
   yang menenangkan.

  Mencari cinta
   di dalam dakapan.

Dan bila
  kegelapan
     menjadi nyata -
       
   bisikan mengada-ngada; 

alpa meronta-ronta; 

tidur/jaga si pujangga.

Apa
  mungkin dalam gelap,
  lagi meraba-raba?

Lagi pinginkan cahaya.

Tapi
   sejurus kembali
    cahaya,
     
    si alpa menjadi nyata;
 
si pujangga
     menjadi riuh
       dunia. 

Cahaya meraih
    kegelapan
dan
    kegelapan meraih
        cahaya - 

tapi semuanya,
    pasti pulang - 

        bukan?

The Year That Was

3 tahun lepas, tulis ni.

3 tahun kemudian, 

is all I need to be reminded of,

day by day.

Oh, transition!

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