To Be Happy (for now It's Christmas)

She wants me to write about happy things, for now it's Christmas.
Like how a Koala continues to cling to its designated eucalyptus, 
Like a long awaited Spring finally blooming in an array of Hibiscus,
Like the cries of hungry children after receiving something deliciously nutritious,
Like finding matches according to the light of your preferences at the gym, for the sake of you "fitness",
Like the genuine smile of the most holy and innocent of infants,
Like a simple bottle of jack and a pack of stogies, for a flock of delinquents,
Like the day that we shout HUZZAH for we can now rest since we have found the cure for all worldly illnesses, if only such days may come true.
But how can I? when every time my ink slips, yours would splotch and then leave without a trace.
How can i? When love can sometimes feels like a game of poker and i have to admit that you - as usual - have caught all of the 'A's.

H2O

When we were 5, we've all probably tried to raise our hands up during geographical pop quizzes in class to show that we know that there are exactly 5 oceans - quite exact to our age back then - on the earth we stand on. 

Oceans that are majestically beautiful and dangerous at the same time, 

Oceans that are deep with shivering yet breathtaking secrets,

Oceans warm in exposure that will wrap you in a hug the minute you decide to dive,

Oceans that are complex and dominates 71% of our surface,

Oceans that depicts women who would surely be out of your league.

There are 165 major rivers in this world. 

With fingers that starts to intertwine like us humans, seroding each others lives, 

slowly knocking down old walls to unite as one.

With streams that resembles the diversity in human personality either shy or aggressive, 

With beds that conceive more of themselves as another at the other side of the world dries up, 

With roots connecting one onto another like a family tree that holds a juicy fruit of a story untold.

There are 307 million lakes out there, laying calm and still in complete zen. 

Meditating in the wide open, hidden in the secret havens of the world.

Bestowed with many names whether the largest like the Caspian Sea, 

or the smallest like how it feels to be you and me.

They've witness the Gods at their line of work, 

and men fishing with their bear hands not long ago to put some grub between them spoons and forks. 

Children ran along, while wives washed clothes and are up for some gist in the rumour mill.

They're their own show, and serves for the people.

An Oasis before the radio, television, or the internet

The closest thing we have to immortality.

Now, dare we go on about fish tanks and aquariums?

What else is there to point out? 

Humongous glasses curving as a tunnel for us to tap on

The cubicle and rectangular ones placed against the wall

Cups, glasses, jars, would hold out well

And in the end fish bowls and toilet bowls wouldn't differ that much when they die in the end.

There are many fishes in the sea, 

they say but there's an estimation that there are 3,500,000,000,000 fishes in the ocean alone. 

There are 32.500 species of fishes in our waters and those in the ocean don't even make up half of it, 

let alone up here on land.

3,477,829,638 males, acting as if their hunting skills can gather as many fish as they want.

3,418,059,380 females, acting as if their dainty hands can catch the one meant for them.

Hidden amongst the delusional ones, a quarter of our population would be too lazy to join the game. 

The gays act as spectators, laughing at the ideals passed on from intellects with minds as wide and blue as the pacific, shrink into puddles and spits that shrivels up so soon to die.

The jig's up, we're all fishes and fishermen and in the end we're all caught up in shame.

Accept everything for what it is, for one to come and go and not to be chased and trapped.

Fishes can be with other fishes, and fishermen should be with other fishermen if they want to to those who have no interest in the charade.

To love is a luxury, no cruise ships, sailboats, and canoes can help.

But if i was the fish and i shall entertain the idea  

There are tons of fish in the waters but i was the one who stuck my neck out for you, and you were the only one who saw me the minute our paths crossed - making everything easier for us to stay and be who we are today.

Dodgeballs to Apples

Her trust was a dodgeball in which she gave away only for it to swing back like a boomerang right in her guts. During P.E a silly klutz like me wasn't really the type to be active. I would chase the ball only for it to run back after me. Yet to me, she wouldn't throw. She would hand it to me, so that i won't throw it back at her because she knows how it would hurt. She would hand it like the world, with hands that wouldn't really know whether what she was doing was exactly right. She would hand them like apples, because we think that a love could be forever when really it has an expiration date. With one bite, a poisonous one sent Snow White ashore. Only for Prince Charming to swoop in with the kiss of her life, like the waves aside those shore. Apples would slowly perish, just like happy endings, from yellow to brown. Just like how thrones would slowly slip by from crown to crown.  To make a slip is to become normal, but they say that normal is a dirty word. I would hold out my broom and sweep the entire squares, but cleanliness and her beauty wouldn't compare. I am talking about her, who has hurt by the throw of the dodgeball right in the gut. The gut in which she never had in the first place, for every morning i wake beside her with the honour to see a face sweeter than any girl who can still rock the pig tails to school and not look silly. Sweeter than the cake she wouldn't dare to touch unless forced, for sugar is no longer needed in her digestive system. What she needed were those apples. An a apple day keeps the doctors away, then maybe love would do so to. When she handed me those dodgeballs it went by me for i was struck, nevermind on my horrendous luck. It bounced away only to whoop me in the head, like how my fists would when angry at myself. For she actually did something right, gimme your hands and don't worry. I can stretch it out as far as the bubblegums that come a poppin'. It was me who was wrong and i am sorry. Seriously, i meant to hold on to that dodgeball tight, as if how precious it was was worth the fight. It's just that i wasn't sure that it was you as i've might have mistaken you for heaven's light.

Too Many Cups of Coffee

Too many cups of coffee, for I was never your cup of tea.

I couldn't find you at the bottom of every cup, let alone creativity.

I've went through all this over and over, consider myself drunk.

All i can find down there is pitch ebony coloured gunk.

We were like Wallace & Vega, in dreams,

Perfect for each other or so it seems.

Pumpkin & Honey Bunny, guns up in a diner.

This is a robbery, for since then my heart was never finer.

Maybe you were just another star,

you were better to be admired from a far.

For love has never forced one to fall,

to be on their knees just so one would offer to call.

Do you listen to yourself sounding so dumb and pathetic?

You ought to grow up, you ought to be realistic.

This is not a movie, enough with the romantic semantics.

None can prove affection as clear, enough with the silly antics.

"You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee!"

Special Agent Dale Cooper repeatedly remarked.

Slice me some cherry pie, with ice cream on the side - and leave me to be.

I swore between us, well, i should't make a fuss … 

but i swore that something sparked.

Unfinished.

Sentence, chapters, words that dare not to get out of line.

Not to meet one another, let alone to love like monkeys on a vine.

May i jump out of these stages? Lick my thumb while turning out pages?

For this i know that we can go far if it weren't for these cages.

What will happen if the sun instead tried to kiss the moon

Dawn creeps along with desire as they brush a moment too soon

As she was the biggest star one could've imagined to ever swoon

If they were to kiss, i doubt that we'd still be humming our usual tune

To Be Happy

She wants me to write more about happy things
Like how a girl would feel towards diamond rings
Like how the dwarves would hum along when Snow White sings
Like how hormones would chatter when it comes to summer flings
Like how fishermen would scream "TONIGHT WE'LL FEAST LIKE KINGS!"
Like how kids would always become fascinated when one lets them toy with twirly metal springs
Like how a butterfly would flutter out of its cocoon and for the first time, only to admire their new set of wings
Like how one just found out that it's called an "aglet", those tip on your shoe strings
Like how so much joy a trampoline brings
But how can i when missing her doesn't hurt? no not a bit, it just stings.

They Sank and Floated

Don't look up, for the stars have given up on you, and fallen
They sank and floated, some hid behind gloom, dare not to gleam
They were taken down, look ahead, as the night came crawlin'
Such candor have slapped me out of dreams, rivers out of their stream

Take no spill for there isn't a pool nor a glass below, no Adam's ale to drown in
They have poked and picked celestial bodies, everything you have been surmising
The whole sea is now dry yet luminous, stuck in paved tall concretes, fading in, in ticking clocks 
They would flick a switch for their private suns, leaving none left for you, for me, aside from the opaque nox

My peepers deluged in despondency, dismay surged in such veracity, how could you let them go? dear Gravity
As spates of disenchantment crippled me, while i unlatch attachments, and was abandoned in fragments
I rely on them, now floating down below, for the heavens are now deluded in caliginous billow
And then it drizzled on me in mockery, the sky, not answering to my endless "why"s

They sank and floated, they sank and floated, hear the crickets' symphony, they sank and floated
We were too busy looking up that we, i,  have dismissed them, as i was usually dismissed by others
They were hidden too, the crickets, honest and idyllic, all my worries were gone, and for awhile we were one, by the peaceful rhythm of it all, in them all else were languidly coated.
The night have been fraudulent, they sank and floated, but they're still within your sight, they can see us all, and alas i found myself silly in tears.

Sikat Gigi dan Roda Sepeda

Aku hanya sebatang sikat gigi

Duduk terdiam dan tak tau diri

Menunggu kedatanganmu disini

Dengan ulahmu yang terkini

Kau disana menikmati seluk beluk dunia

Seakan matahari sebentar lagi akan sirna

Semakin deras hujan semakin cepat kau ada

Dan rasa jenuhku dan lelah mu terhapuskan semua

Dari jauh kubisa mendengar bell-mu mendering

Berputar menghampiri seperti jarum jam di dinding

Terselimuti lumpur yang tak kunjung kering

Tak semanis coklat tapi rasa senang ini tiada tanding

Aku akan selalu ada disisi dan setiap celahmu

Walau hanya pada saat kau butuh, disaat kau perlu

Bila semua bersih dan sempurna seperti disini, kita tak akan bertemu

Karena dari jendelapun ku tak bisa melihatmu

Dan ini kisah yang tak tersampaikan, dimana saya berharap semoga engkau tahu.

(Adaptasi dari puisi Sarah Kay untuk membantu tugas kawan.)

Woebegone.

               Forgot to write my name below this poem, but nevertheless i hope this new experiment pleases your eyes. Yours truly, Raunala Maruti.

Right.

You’re a wildflower in midst of many pretty dull daffodils

Acting so strong, you’re the fragile dandelion I choose to keep

Away from the endlessly blowing winds and thrills

Only for my own to huff as a wish I hope to reap

And as the countless bits & pieces of fluff scattered came afloat

I watch them all dance beneath the tangerine sun’s spotlight

Magically disappearing into thin air without a cover nor a coat

And how they led you back here to me,

For our brushing paths have never felt so right.

Shit.

What am i supposed to feel like, if you feel like me.
As you've all felt like me, and i'm left to be.
We may have the same skin color, and some of you may smell.
But to feel like me, how can you really tell?

Have you been literally flushed?
With all that you have crushed to mush
And your thoughts dumped aways to hush
As you were before such a delight, in abundance as it gush

Suck all the pleasure, 
Culinary of satisfaction beyond measure
Then dump me without daring to give even the slightest glare
and yet you think that life is unfair
None you'd feel empathy for, not for humans -- let alone such shitty galore.