Gate by gate
I counted eight
Shut they were
As gusts murmur

Only one
At night was run
So in I went
My body bent

It was fear
of Man and Djinn
I rinsed my hands
And wiped my feet

Ceiling torn
Cold still—walls worn
It was my fort
And my comfort

My ceiling chirps
like faraway cicadas.
There is an oil-stained
smell of cold sink soup.
I hear laughter and
kisses of other lives.

My mind prostrates
at magnificence.
I lie my body beneath
a shield from the winter—
the Incomprehensible
comes humility.

beneath a sweat of daily dew
uphold the structural
expanding skin of tiresome
forsought a warming

their tapak daras transform a flight
of lightly vacuous stream
my desire sweeps the channel
my eye diagrams

Because I could stop for Life—
She kindly stopped with me—
The carriage held not just ourselves
but all mortality.

We promptly drove; we knew of haste—
I didn't put away
my labour nor my leisure too
for Her civility.

We passed an industry where workers worked—
At midnight— in the room—
We passed the fields of gazing grain—
We passed a megamall—

Or rather— they passed us—
The cloud unhid a paintful ray—
For certain cotton made my clothes,
my plastics only pay—

We paused before a house that seemed
a miracle in the air—
Its use was scarcely visible:
A trick of tear and wear—

Since then— 'tis days and yet
feels longer than the aeon
we first surmised the turning sky
were toward Temporary.

What if in comprehending us —
I find Reality
With unkindly beauty snug
In Compatibility —

Some countless plants entwining us
Identify the Pause
Our stridulations take to live —
Unseparating Us —

Awal malam lewat sarapan
    Lewat pagi mengawal diri
Kata bujang tiada harapan
    Namun cinta cuma mencuri

Kayak ikan, sambal ditumis
    Tebang kaktus tetap berduri
Sakit hati, pria berkumis
    Minah KL mana peduli