Assalamualaikum. a story about a boy, whom is crushed with a girl. a fantasy, if you don't believe. a reality, if it is really me. just to post it here to be immortalize,
The Lyrical Glimpse
dedicated to,
Jasmin Munchar Elias
true story, my life is the bell ring, get started, speak loud,
table bang, merely polite, ask none, answer like shit.
i still remember how we first met,
you are debating and all i do is just sit and watch,
looking at my partner doing so great,
they seem you to the one that is hard to catch.
i was nobody back there,
won't make any movement with my mouth,
loved to have a chat but just spill it,
i'm just a quarter by the side of the road.
that was the first to be known,
still had no intention, no lust, no ego,
feel it was just like too impossible,
just say to Tept, hey forget it, its another day ahead.
another month pass by and we are bound to nothing,
have the usual day of life with the spontaneous movement,
the only embedded memory is that i had met you before,
nothing is significant enough to that event and i felt none.
a week pass by and there are a competition,
just chill out from the high wire by having a chat with few girls,
i saw you pass by me and u smiled,
owh gosh, its the most wonderful, sweet, enchanted, smile i had ever seen.
eyes sparkle like the splash of the waterfall,
seems heavy to be seem,
but eyes like that was so calm, so cool, stab it!
my heart was struck by the angle light,
damn i felt so crazy,
my feet was not on the ground and the smile,
wish that i could pause the moment,
a moment that is sowed into my fragile heart,
so fragile that i wished that me and her would just go as the breeze,
in the future where i planned for her to be by my side,
how it felt so great to see her sweet beautiful pure face.
damn it, she passed by just like that,
wish that i could stop her,
have an introduction perhaps?
or just say a few words to have a dinner together?
or just crack up a fool's joke by asking her where she is from,
because its obvious that she was from a school next to mine.
but all i can see that its just a monkey me,
gazing at the moon just right above me,
to climb the tree high enough but damn it I'm so ugly.
tomorrow is a month which turns the sun into a year,
i couldn't just forget the angle smile that she bought me,
to have that feeling again was just utmost impossible,
its something that cant be locked from the lingua,
always there would be the story from me of the mysterious girl,
with her perfect smile that grinds my heart into a carving of an artist,
to have a flashback, it would be real great,
but to have a think back of it,
for her, there is none or may not to be me.
it would be just like this and it could go along forever,
the crush i felt is the hardest one yet,
yet knowing that walking by the equator leads to nowhere,
i should wake up and start a new life on the new line.
and yet its just me walking,
not to turn back to the past that was just very soothing,
for i didn't hope that i could see falling stars twice,
that's where i started running from the slow walking.
just an ordinary guy with the internet,
i would smoke up the IM and with myspace, friendster,
getting to connect friends and to know the world,
with no arrows to guide me the way,
i just typing on and just uploading some more,
till i buzz the mysterious miss strawberry,
i didn't know anything bout her but lets jump into another story.
hey there, whats up, how r u doing?
hey ya back, I'm fine, doing great.
who are you? lets get to know each other better.
I'm Mimsha, that's great, tell me about yourself.
Tept is what they call me,
i live at the hottest satay hometown,
owh that's to be eaten with grace,
we live in the same place. and the IM gets funkier,
when we get to know ourselves better.
its by the time i ask her school that strikes back the memoirs behind.
i said,
"hey you, do you know any girl from your school about 5 feet high,
few inches up,
all with a fair white skin and a braces that enhances her smile,
the most important thing to know that she does something like me."
she burst with laughter and just said her name.
i heard and knew her name for the first time,
the girl with the enchanting smile,
just screaming out loud for being so happy and delighted.
but its not like it enlightens me high enough,
till i ask where she at and she said Saujana Impian.
damn, its just beside my Kampung Sungai Kantan!
she said, heck you are right, what are you gonna do about it?
then i said, I'm going to run to her.
hell yeah? seriously?
damn it I'm serious.
tomorrow is the day i would put on my jog shoe,
be on the road to run and not to turn back,
this isn't the equator I'm running because its 100% reality to be chase.
its a very glorious day in the evening,
I'm having BBQ with my dad by the riverbank,
the sky is pouring all the Rahmat of the Lord Allah al-Karim,
the BBQ haven't settled yet but i made myself an excuse,
its a lil bit still rainy,
but started to run.
with a minute amount of information given by miss strawberry,
i would just get easily lost in the middle of the run,
but heck i couldn't just give up for the one I'm chasing for,
damn it all the lactic acids are killing me,
with the wet shoe on my way really slows me down,
to think of the smile i once gaze upon back there,
the orbelli really had struck me to run faster with stronger spirit.
i had spent 40 minutes on the road running,
its hard to tell the feeling that of all glycogen was lost in the burn,
still breathing, still running, still raining.
i felt like i was going to give up.
till then i had found the most righteous sign to be found,
to go a lil bit of right and a lil bit of left,
i stopped.
tachycardia had gotten into me,
my ears was turning all red and hot,
my diaphragm cant pull the air anymore,
my foot freezes by the chill of the rain,
all my limbs are numb,
my lips are numb,
think that I'm gonna die?
not even close.
because its me, my eyes,
struck to the view that is sheen,
i saw a girl reading Konserto Terakhir by the veranda,
its her, i knew it its her.
still with her lips that gave me the smile of an angle,
with fair complexion of her white Malay smooth skin,
the large brown eyes that sparkles so calm to be seen,
a dark black hair pony tailed to her back,
plain white T's with a pants just a simple one.
i called upon her to talk to her,
have a lil chat perhaps,
i wouldn't let this particular chance go away,
the chat starts with zero and ends with one,
so temporary, almost like i felt nothing,
her mom called from inside and she had to go,
we said goodbye to each other and that was it,
she turned around to get to the door,
so i turned around to get back on the rhythm of the floor,
orbelli kicks back in with all the phosphorylase,
its how chemically that all the final minute amount of glycogen was burnt,
damn i felt so energized that it took me just a matter of time to went back home.
so that was it, i continue to BBQ.
felt so blithe, it is the most exalted moment that elates me.
the line goes on with nothing in between,
till its time of the year that counts the full sun circle,
its a year after the lyrical glimpse,
still none of the phrase was dementia,
i arrived to the place i met her before,
thousands of new competitors,
i was there as an ex,
to lead the guys who are eager to beat the rest.
she was there,
sitting in the corner with all her friends,
arrhythmia kicking in,
air grasp in,
inhale, exhale and yeah!!
i remember the night that u called me,
i felt my body just burst with butterflies all over,
stab me and i wont feel any pain,
just to see your name blinking by my phone,
the felicity that couldn't be beaten by any other means.
i promised to see one of your matches,
to give support and ancillaries,
heck that i couldn't see your comrades stand up beside u,
so i take the heck to clap as hard as i can,
seems chowder headed but do you think i would care?
the night heatens up with digital SMS,
each time i press the send button it amuses me to simper,
its a fact that i kept all your SMS for almost 6 month and i didn't delete them,
cuz they reminds me for all the precious temporary time that we had together,
although seems unreal and nearer to an illusion,
precious is to be kept in the heart and mind.
and kept on the M2 too, just in case.
in the last day i was in Malaysia,
i got fruits by the stall of Muhammad near the mosque,
got a last piece of A4 that seems like a bumf,
i wrote down the final words that are decrypt,
i gave it to you by my hand,
in front of your parents and u seemed scared to be asked back by them.
its an abstract expressionism that i didn't think before i amend it,
but blast it, its the last thing i wanna do to be stored in the hippocampus,
gazed upon your house from my bedroom window,
then flew away to Egypt to run some more.
strawberry. hard to find them these days
amin hudi. gaya seorang intelektual
probably the first picture that was edited by me. with help from farith and azraf
here is to a girl =)
