Amran,Rain and Kebaya Merah

The air was still and Amran could only see a silhoutte of a woman in the distance.Amran,who was sitting in his car alone and hoping for rain,was distracted with what he just witnessed.He started to comb his hair,adjusting his purple,nicely ironed shirt and chewed some mint gums,he started his car and drove to the woman.He stopped his car beside the woman.

"Looking for a ride?" Amran asked the woman. "Come in.Don't be shy". Amran continued.

The woman is wearing a pair of bright,red kebaya,bunheaded hair and she wears a striking,red lipstick and Amran guessed that the woman is in her late 20s.

"Sure,why not?" the woman replied.She folded her umbrella,and entered Amran's car.The scent of the woman's perfume diffused into Amran's nostrils.Amran guessed that the woman is wearing one of Dolce and Gabanna's perfumes.Amran was surprised that the woman agreed to hop in Amran's ride as Amran was alone in the car.

"So,what's your name?" Amran started the conversation. "Zara" she replied,shortly. "Where are you heading to?" Amran continued. "I don't know yet" , she replied.Amran turned on the radio.Eminem's Rap God is on air. "Oh,you are into hip-hop?" Zara asked him. "Not really.Hip-hop was nice when 2Pac is still kicking.But there are too many poseurs nowadays and they interpreted hip-hop wrongly.Hip-hop is about poverty,corruption,sarcasm and rebellions.Not about a man who is rapping things that are nonsense and surrounded by girls.Eminem is good though." "Wow,you've got a point there" .Zara complimented him.

"So,what are you into?" Zara asked him.

'Indies,I think" . Amran changed the song.Pearl Jam's Jeremy is on air now. "This is music" Amran grinned. "I like this song,you know.To me,this a song about a young guy who rebels against everything that he thought wrong." Amran was amused. "You know Pearl Jam?" "Yeah,I do". Zara replied. "I'm into indies too.And by the way Amran,you looked like John Lennon you know." Amran laughed.

Amran continued his driving.They stopped at a traffic light. "Zara,are you into movies?" "Depends on what movie are we going to talk about." They continued to talk about all of the Hollywood's actors and actresses.Turn out to be,Amran and Zara do have a lot in common.The traffic light turned green.Amran slotted in the gears and continued his driving.

They elaborate their conversation into the likes of Barrack Obama,communists,third-world countries,David Moyes,corruptions,baseballs,MH370 and Manchester United.They realised they do have a lot in common.This excites Amran as he was distracted by Zara's appearances too.

It started to rain.Amran offered to send Zara to her house.Zara refused.He continues to insist her and she kept refusing.

"Just ditch me at the bus stop," Zara said.Amran lifted his shoulders as he is not in the mood to argue.They arrived at a bus stop. "Are you waiting for a bus in the rain?" Amran asked her.She smiled and replied. "Don't be bothered.This is my house after all." Zara kissed Amran at his cheek and get out of the car.Amran continued his driving.

Suddenly,he remembers about an event that occured two years ago.A woman was raped and murdered at the bus stop.The body was disposed 7 km away from the crime scene.He can't remember the woman's name as he does not give a damn after all.All he remembers is that the face of the woman that he raped two years ago looked like Zara and she wears red kebaya too at that moment.Amran felt goose bumps.He smiled and continued his driving.

Well,who cares after all?

Patah Hati Memang Celaka

Tempat demi tempat ku lewati,
Aku cuba mencari sesuatu,
Tapi aku tidak yakin aku akan ketemu,
Apa yang aku cuba cari

Hatiku ini sudah puas diracik,
Sudah puas disiat,
Dan kerana itu aku tidak yakin,
Apa yang aku cuba cari

Maruahku sudah pipih dipijak,
Sudah basah diludah,
Dan kali ini aku yakin,
Aku tidak akan ketemu apa yang aku cari

Tika ini aku sedar,
Hati ini perlu dirawat,
Maruah ini perlu dibentuk kembali,
Aku perlu menyendiri seketika,
Beri aku Cobain,beri aku buku,
Beri aku Vedder,beri aku buku,
Beri aku ruang,beri aku buku,
Dan kali ini aku yakin,
Akan ku ketemu apa yang aku cari,
Dan mungkin,
Aku akan keluar dari kepompong ini kemudian,
Mungkin.

Kelemasan

Aku tersepit,
Aku buntu,
Aku mula berfikir,
Yang mana harus digerakkan,
Bidak,kuda atau raja

Atur langkah apa harus diatur,
Buah fikir apa harus dilontar,
Aku tersepit,
Aku buntu,

Aku mula mencari sudut,
Tempat yang boleh diharap,
Untuk menenangkan aku,
Dan kali ini,
Aku berharap,
Aku mampu melupakan segala benda

Ayuh,bangkit!

Keyakinan tidak boleh dibeli,
Keyakinan tidak boleh ditempa,
Keyakinan tidak boleh ditempah,
Hanya ada satu jalan membina keyakinan,
Iaitu dengan pengalaman

Pengalaman mematangkan kamu,
Pengalaman membawa kau ke satu alaf baru,
Pengalaman jadikan engkau berwibawa,

Ayuh,
Keluar dari kepompongmu,
Jarah dan jelajahlah duniaNya,
Supaya kau bisa matang,
Dengan pengalaman yang menimpa

Kura-Kura dan Helang

Aku tak ingin menjadi seperti kura-kura,
Yang pendek akalnya,
Bongkak dengan bantuan yang dihulur helang,
Riak,teruja mendengar sorak kagum orang di bawah,
Dan akhirnya dia,
Jatuh terhempas ke tanah,

Bangunkan aku,
Sedarkan aku,
Andai kata aku,
Mula menjadi si kura-kura,
Yang mula riak,
Yang mula bongkak,
Dengan bantuan orang,
Bangunkan aku,
Sebelum aku jatuh terhempas ke tanah