this year's raya felt as sombre as the black outfits we wore. it did not rain then, but today it is. somehow the magic, the wonderment diminished. maybe because we have aged, and we feel indifferent as every year we go through the same routine. we don't plan, they just happen, second nature, year after year. almost natural.
during these moments of syawal. moving on from the celebratory joy to the reminiscence. the passing, they left. at the morning prayers, the list keeps getting longer. the physical presence, slowly disappear.
i painted a monochromatic love story, only to end up in the darker side of the moon. tinted, my eyes seeing you, they conceal the things you do, nevertheless, a long goodnight.
i burnt my hands playing. the fire feels no pain--i did.
it was really great while it lasted. i will miss you. ----------------------------------------------
tanda tanya
raimi liandy.
hanya kerana aku dihantui bayangan mimpi semalam. gurauan mimpi sama yang terlalu kejam. dirasuk kemaruk kibas engkau, insan yang tidak bermuka. datang sewenang wenang, tanpa menyapa, tanpa diundang.
lantas, nekadnya aku melacurkan cintaku demi menyemai harapan berjumpa engkau di sebalik garisan lautan insan yang tidak tercipta bagiku.
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