Rehat

To be unconscious like a stone…like a tree...not to remember even your own name…to stretch out on the grass…hands clasped behind your head…to look into the blue sky at the dazzling white cloud that cruise past...swollen with sun…to hear the wind up there...among the palm trees…makin’ sound like a din of the sea….

Ahhhh…

I need those clouds…winds and the sea…I need to put both of my feet on those sandy beaches again…damn…I need Cherating…

November…it’s rainy alright but who cares…I once faced the “stormy wrath” of Her at the very same beach … I think I can face gods “tengkujuh”…

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“There used to be a hundred ways to put my arms around you.,
Every one seemed new, natural, and true…”

-Perfecting Loneliness by Jets to Brazil-

Kota Lumpur II

taken with my holga 120cfn asa160

Celik mata badan lari cari sumur

Duduk perap jari-jari rayap kerja

Ribu-ribu derap kaki bawa resah

Ratus-ratus selang jari untung ringgit

Isi masuk tegang perut sarat untung

Jatuh keluar rugi koyan sangkut susah

Bandar pusaka penuh pusara…berbara

Berbunut nadi di kejang pembuluh…meleleh

Buat puteri rindu yang menungkan awan

Buat maharani sepi yang rindukan bintang

Akar tak cecah tanah namun batang berzarah kebal

Hati tak sampai darah namun badan berjalan megah

Yang bodoh berbadan sasa

Yang kuat sekecil hama

Yang ini bagai raksaksa

Yang ku harap berteguh lama

© magnuscaleb 171008

Estate Cinta Manis

L to R Amat Asas, Mamat Khalid, aku, Pyan Habib dan Fahmi FSF

Semalam aku dapat tengok preview filem terbaru Mamat Khalid "Estate" dan acara race makan lemang kat Naga's ...apa lagi guling-guling dan pecah perut...terbaek!

kalau hangpa nak tengok, tunggu la bulan dua tahun depan...tahan laaa




photo by Along using Nuruls camera

lovely and lonely

The honks and the dust…the screechin' rubbers burnin' tars and grindin' the pavements…millions of footsteps shoutin' in semi-unisons…blaring lights and grayed breeze…this is the city of hope…the city of lesser gods and pain gainer but yet this where I tend to live my life to let my soul linger upon her wicked and weathered plains…What plains? ahhh...those crude horizontal and sickenin' sights...yeah those are the plains, alright…

I'm the softly sounded music that singin' in my own ears…in half marchin' pace…and unaided in these lovely lonely crowds... this is an urban scenery of unintended gaze…this is the city of love and hate...this is my existence...

magnuscaleb 2007