Posted in Write On on February 7, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Buat pengunjung Questa è Enida yang berada di Jakarta Raya dan Bandung, juga yang bukan…
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Kalau sudah ditakdirkan bahwa hidupku ini kuserahkan buat membahagiakanmu, dan aku bahagia dengan penyerahan itu… simpanlah aku.
.Selamat menunggu mentari, langit biru, hari baru.
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Posted in Poetry on February 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Malam simpul jerat,
renda tepi paya;
dalam sampul surat,
ada hati saya.
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Pucuk lah delima,
di peti buah pauh;
rajuk sudah lama,
hati dibawa jauh.
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Jatuh bak serangkap,
lekat bak sehelai,
jauh nak didakap,
dekat nak dibelai.
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Todak di perahu,
haruan lain-lain;
tidak saya tahu,
tuan main-main.
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Posted in Sense, Write On on February 3, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Abang, Write On on January 27, 2011| 2 Comments »
Bila awak tak ada, saya ada banyak masa nak memunggah dan menyusun barang. Maka semalam punggah lah punya punggah, saya terjumpa banyak surat cinta. Tapi sebab cinta saya ni bertepuk sebelah tangan bila awak tak ada, asek tangan saya je lah yang menulis surat. 🙂
Antara isi surat cinta saya…
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Bila awak tak ada, saya tak ada kata-kata. Mata asek mengantuk ajer walaupun dah bergantang kopi saya minum, wak. Kopi cap Kapal Api lah, Kapal Laut lah, Kapal Cargo pun dah saya coba.
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Semalam lagi dasyat. Sudahlah hari mendung semendung hati saya, hujan sepuput tak turun walau sepipit pun. Mata saya kuyu, badan saya layu, hati saya sayu.
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Kalau tak kerana Tom Yam nyonya yang panas, pedas dan Teh Tarik seteko yang saya teguk dalam masa tak sampai 30 saat di Udang King Restaurant tu, rasanya saya macam anak pokok kunyit baru tanam dalam pasu kena simbah air rebusan kerang panas-panas! Ta mim ta.
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Bila awak tak ada, saya tak ada hati.
Tak tau mana pergi.
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Posted in Inside Enida, Poetry on January 21, 2011| Leave a Comment »
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It was the autumn of the year;
The strawberry-leaves were red and sere;
October’s airs were fresh and chill,
When, pausing on the windy hill,
The hill that overlooks the sea,
You talked confidingly to me, –
Me whom your keen, artistic sight
Has not yet learned to read aright,
Since I have veiled my heart from you,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You told me of your toilsome past;
The tardy honors won at last,
The trials borne, the conquests gained,
The longed-for boon of Fame attained;
I knew that every victory
But lifted you away from me,
That every step of high emprise
But left me lowlier in your eyes;
I watched the distance as it grew,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You did not see the bitter trace
Of anguish sweep across my face;
You did not hear my proud heart beat,
Heavy and slow, beneath your feet;
You thought of triumphs still unwon,
Of glorious deeds as yet undone;
And I, the while you talked to me,
I watched the gulls float lonesomely,
Till lost amid the hungry blue,
And loved you better than you knew.
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You walk the sunny side of fate;
The wise world smiles, and calls you great;
The golden fruitage of success
Drops at your feet in plenteousness;
And you have blessings manifold: –
Renown and power and friends and gold, –
They build a wall between us twain,
Which may not be thrown down again,
Alas! for I, the long years through,
Have loved you better than you knew.
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Your life’s proud aim, your art’s high truth,
Have kept the promise of your youth;
And while you won the crown, which now
Breaks into bloom upon your brow,
My soul cried strongly out to you
Across the ocean’s yearning blue,
While, unremembered and afar,
I watched you, as I watch a star
Through darkness struggling into view,
And loved you better than you knew.
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I used to dream in all these years
Of patient faith and silent tears,
That Love’s strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride,
Would reach the pathless darkness through,
And draw me softly up to you;
But that is past. If you should stray
Beside my grave, some future day,
Perchance the violets o’er my dust
Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their blue eyes full of dew,
“She loved you better than you knew.”
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Elizabeth Akers [1832-1911]
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Enida says:
For the next fifty years of our life, Happy Tenth Anniversary. Here’s a toast to your success! You did it all by yourself. Congratulations! It takes a lot of courage, I bet, to deny all that others have done for you. You can keep your Thank You’s, and the praises too. Life might not be fair. But God is. And lucky, you don’t believe in any. So here’s another toast to you, for your future that has no past.
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Posted in Poetry on January 15, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Sense, Write On on January 10, 2011| 2 Comments »
Posted in Hurt, Write On on January 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
… Andainya engkau pepohon nan rendang
bawah bayangmu aku menumpang..
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Posted in Sense, Write On, tagged Facebook on January 3, 2011|
Posted in Inside Enida, Poetry on December 16, 2010| 5 Comments »
Tunggu lah sekejap.
Sampai jiwa saya ini hilang lembutnya.
Sampai hati saya ini datang seriknya.
Sampai senyum saya ini kurang manisnya.
Sampai suara saya ini pudar merdunya.
Dan sampai diri saya ini tiada mahunya.
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Saya ini irama yang hilang lagunya.
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*Enida
Mesra Terrace
December 16, 2010
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