Geel

his eyes speak of joy.
his hands, the touch of gold.
my eyes speak of sorrow.
my hands, the touch of tomorrow.

we move around, feeling the hate,
seeing fate,  don't try to change it.
i know what you are up to,
so hush, stop and go.

the existence of nothingness,
speaks to you the art of something.
it is not meant to be empty,
now start, we are free.

i may not complete you,
just trouble, i deceive you.
ask me just one more time,
then we can start all over again.



Kiss this wonderland goodbye.

Iva Munira.

Filthy Youth

sayang jika nikmat tidak dihargai,
jika kepuasan tidak sampai ke puncak.
malang sekali tersedu sedan teriak,
ditangisi sejuk beku kekecewaan itu.

nasib diri belakang cerita,
sekarang bukan masanya berdrama.
sakit mata memandang dia,
jangan relakan aku mendakwa.

cuba buka jiwa yang buta,
yakni semuanya sementara.
simpan dalam segala dendam.
kami ternyata bukan mangsa.

sudah aku khabarkan itu derita,
tetapi liat ralat mendengar.
biarkan lalunya kata hati,
tidak semestinya dia sejati.

ikhlas-ku sayang dan kasih,
tidak mengharapkan perhatian.
fikir sejenak kerakusan-mu,
pasti tahu bukan salah-ku.

Iva Munira.