Baronhawk's Nest

"Tiada senjata lebih tajam dari kata-kata, tiada racun lebih mustajab dari cinta." 

~ Hazlan Zakaria (July 15 2012)

Takkan ku kenang lagi, kisah mimpi semalam.
Tak perlu ku kembali, memori nan kelam.
Esok girang menanti, unggas menyanyi ria.
Menyinsing tirai pagi, diufuk fajar suria.
Namun hatiku sepi, ceria luput selama.
Kelmarin tiada lagi, parut pedih tanda luka.

In the deep I find solace
in the dark safely encased
the spark excised hope-dead
reality the only thread

the depths my saving grace
the surface futility sealed
a dreamer forever clipped
broken wings submerged by fate.

Tis the pommel and the blade
Well-used, oft-wielded
carbon edge, honed
leather grip, toned

sharp of sheen, razor shone
lacerating skin, tearing bone
but the pain it works, last the most
on rejected hearts, forthwith remorse

cold stark steel, dulled-grey hearts
born to feel, eclipsed inside
forlorn worn shorn, teared-up torn
sheathed slashed stabbed, love-lorn.