I wish i can say I LOVE YOU without having to type it out.
I wish to hear you teasing me and laugh when i pout.
I wish to see you smile back at me everyday.
I wish for you to hold my hand when i cry and say it's okay.
I wish to be with you more than anything in the world.
But I can't, and for that I'm sorry.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY
Come home soon.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
the glass
a glass on the table
filled with anger
chilled with hatred
stood tall with irritation
accompanied by resentment
lined with dark tablecloth
surrounded with red candles
i sit still
looking at you
contemplating
and slowly the bitterness leaked
through a hidden crack on the bottom
but the red color still intact
proving me right on everything i said
like the glass
my heart is now empty
yet still connecting you and me
filled with anger
chilled with hatred
stood tall with irritation
accompanied by resentment
lined with dark tablecloth
surrounded with red candles
i sit still
looking at you
contemplating
and slowly the bitterness leaked
through a hidden crack on the bottom
but the red color still intact
proving me right on everything i said
like the glass
my heart is now empty
yet still connecting you and me
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
silence
i used to long for silence
noises hurt my thoughts
for my fingers wont dance gracefully on the keyboard
i wanted some time alone
just me and the dark sky
listening to my own mind
i wished there was only me and the sea
with the waves as friends
and the white sand as family
how would i know
when He gave me all that
the silence is not sustaining
the silence is the one deafening
noises hurt my thoughts
for my fingers wont dance gracefully on the keyboard
i wanted some time alone
just me and the dark sky
listening to my own mind
i wished there was only me and the sea
with the waves as friends
and the white sand as family
how would i know
when He gave me all that
the silence is not sustaining
the silence is the one deafening
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
lewat petang
Aku berhijrah
Berhijrah tempat
Berhijrah minda
Berhijrah rasa
Semuanya
Aku tinggalkan sudutku di pantai itu
Seawal pagi dia menjengah
Bertanya
Ke mana aku pergi
Dia bertanya pada desiran ombak
Dia bertanya pada pasir yang memanas
Mencari tautan jiwa
Memandang sepi
Dan lewat petang itu
Dia hilang
Mungkin sudah penat untuk bertanya?
Mungkin sudah rasa ditinggalkan tanpa kata?
Lalu hari-hari seterusnya dia berdiam diri
Tiada utusan dihantar, tiada khabar diterima
Biar.. dia biarkan aku sendiri
Dan satu petang
Dia menyusur pantai yang sama
Aku ada disitu
Aku mencari Khaliq
yang sebenarnya ada di mana-mana
Aku tahu itu
Sekurang-kurangnya sekarang aku sudah tahu
Jadi hijrah aku sebenarnya ke pantai itu juga?
Berhijrah tempat
Berhijrah minda
Berhijrah rasa
Semuanya
Aku tinggalkan sudutku di pantai itu
Seawal pagi dia menjengah
Bertanya
Ke mana aku pergi
Dia bertanya pada desiran ombak
Dia bertanya pada pasir yang memanas
Mencari tautan jiwa
Memandang sepi
Dan lewat petang itu
Dia hilang
Mungkin sudah penat untuk bertanya?
Mungkin sudah rasa ditinggalkan tanpa kata?
Lalu hari-hari seterusnya dia berdiam diri
Tiada utusan dihantar, tiada khabar diterima
Biar.. dia biarkan aku sendiri
Dan satu petang
Dia menyusur pantai yang sama
Aku ada disitu
Aku mencari Khaliq
yang sebenarnya ada di mana-mana
Aku tahu itu
Sekurang-kurangnya sekarang aku sudah tahu
Jadi hijrah aku sebenarnya ke pantai itu juga?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
uncertainty
The sky was dark for days
But the rain never falls
Between greens and white/silver/blue/what not
Even the droplets were not visible
And one day
Laughter simply fades away
Contradictions jumping all over the place
Just as my life swerved out of the way
And about to sink to the bottom
I finally stirred
Here comes the rain
Here comes the storm
Here comes the lighting
But the rain never falls
Between greens and white/silver/blue/what not
Even the droplets were not visible
And one day
Laughter simply fades away
Contradictions jumping all over the place
Just as my life swerved out of the way
And about to sink to the bottom
I finally stirred
Here comes the rain
Here comes the storm
Here comes the lighting
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
rain
Drizzles, dark and still and cold
Broken, torn, I’m trying to hold
Waiting for the story to unfold
When the black clouds covered the sky
My hearts scattered and my soul would die
Drained by the hollow rain, passing by
Dry me up with that sunshine gold
Story being told, should not be hold
Drizzles, still and dark and cold
Broken, torn, I’m trying to hold
Waiting for the story to unfold
When the black clouds covered the sky
My hearts scattered and my soul would die
Drained by the hollow rain, passing by
Dry me up with that sunshine gold
Story being told, should not be hold
Drizzles, still and dark and cold
Thursday, April 26, 2007
forgotten
Clock ticking
Climbing up the colored stairs
Some are broken,
Torn and tattered
Is this the way ?
Am I standing right where I’m supposed to stay?
The truth sometimes awaken
Asking directions
But none given
Alone and unaided
Climbing up the colored stairs
Some are broken,
Torn and tattered
Is this the way ?
Am I standing right where I’m supposed to stay?
The truth sometimes awaken
Asking directions
But none given
Alone and unaided
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