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Takdir itu amat Bisu

Tiada siapa pernah datang bertanya. "Apa puisi kesukaan kau... ???".Ya,tiada seorang pun dari beratus-ratus kawan.....yang aku kenal.Bertanyakan soalan itu.Tetapi ... aku suka baca petikan puisi ini,pada kawan-kawan aku yang ada beratus-ratus orang itu.Inilah puisi nya.Yang tidak pernah, aku hafal seluruhannya.....cuma aku suka " Ceritanya".
Love at First Sight
by : Wislawa Szymborska

Both are convinced

that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that

nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?

I'd like to ask them

whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished

to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready

to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.

There were signs, signals:

but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells

on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning

is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
.....lihat, aku menagis lagi

ketika mengeja baca puisi ini.

“Takdir itu amat Bisu”

  1. Blogger alhariesz Says:

    whoa....that's deep...

    cerita ttg kamu ye megat...?

    mungkin megat kena mulakan langkah pertama, wlwpun tak berjaya, sekurang2nya kamu sudah mencuba... kalau jodoh pasti takkan ke mana...

    akhirnya pasti akan jumpa juga pemilik tulang rusuk kanan kamu yang hilang.... kadang2 mungkin berada betol2 di depan mata...

  2. Blogger Muhammad Says:

    errrmm..sebenarnya. ianya ttg takdir.
    me suka bagaimana kita dipermainkan oleh takdir.


  3. Blogger yaya . Says:

    bibir jambu woooo

  4. Blogger Muhammad Says:

    bukan bibir saja , yaya. Epal tu pun jambu lah. hohohoh