Monday 24 June 2019

Waiting for Godot 2019




Somehow I’m still here
Waiting for Godot
Who should be arriving
Any minute now.

I sit and wait
I stand and wait
I speak to strangers and wait
And I wait some more.

Tired of sitting down, I’d stand up
Tired of standing up, I’d sit down 
Tired of standing up and sitting down
I’d walk up and down this busy road
And return to this spot
Devoid of Godot.

Are you alone?
Yes.
No.
I’m waiting for someone.
Who?
Godot.
Who’s Godot?
Mind your own business!
And the stranger moves away.

Are you alone?
Yes.
No!
Well, I’m waiting for...something.
What?
Godot.
What’s Godot?
I don’t know.
So the stranger moves on.

So.
Here I am.
Still alone.
Still waiting for Godot. 

By:
Zaie Hamzah
Mont Kiara
24th June 2019

Monday 17 June 2019

What Love is Not




Love is not
A series of do’s and don’ts
Nor time bound to availability
Only between 1 and 3
Love is not
Hard -  it’s gentle and easy
Neither restrictive, nor smothering
Love is not
Excuses of timezones and geography
Or people, or hierarchy
Neither role plays nor responsibility. 
Love is...well...
Here, hold it in your heart- 
Feel its limitless softness
Of affection flowing free
If it is hard and unyielding
It’s not Love you’re holding. 


By:
Zaie Hamzah
Mont Kiara
17th June 2019