Is this?

The lost is felt.
Missing sense gathers,
Like after a heavy morning rain,
Silent which you hate.

She's gone.

Dont only read or listen to a story, write one.

Perasaan. Semua orang merasainya dan merasakannya.
Manakala perkataan adalah penerangan atau perumpamaan yang cuba menggambarkan sesuatu dan merealisasikan situasi bergantung kepada betapa cerdik dan jelas penggunaannya.
Perasaan itu sangat indah, terlalu cantik, begitu mengerikan, jua mungkin menakutkan.
Sungguh pun begitu, perkataan tidak selalunya tepat atau benar seperti yang dimahukan dalam menyampaikan kerana penggunaan perkataan itu sendiri yang kurang upaya dalam keberkesanan menyampaikan konteks sebenar perasaan.


Lesson: Go to school. Stop hating your Literature Teacher.

why we have to worried

why?
the earth is enormous enough, we got oil at least until our great grandchildren,
we can dump our leftovers anywhere, we can flatten a mountain, it'll grow again,
the ozone gonna be there for million of years, it got seven layers,
the sun not gonna die, the sky in hanging by a steel,

why?
we got aristocrates around us,
we got engineers, volunteers, and teachers,
we got technologies, who will save from anything,
we we got plane that can fly we got spaceship that can bring us to another planet.

why?
because families and friends are always there,
love is on the air and we are not trying best enough,
opportunities showed up and we just procrastinate,
then we spend the whole day regretting the past and wasting the present.

why?
easily that we would like to think that we can live until 200 years old,
death is a myth that need to be proofed by oneself,
when a friend gone, we mourned just as good as the crowds,
we went home and laughed our ass off watching the sitcom.

why?
because people only think about themselves,
we rather pointing than confessing,
we happily wearing shoes while others bare footed,
because we dont care and we happy not to observe.

the world is sick,
admit that first,
and we then need to get to find a way,
to keep surviving.

start by holding hands,
by smiling without being asked,
do it first, do not wait,
and by spreading the love.
because the love is missing and the hatred is instilled.
this is our home.
u, me, them and us.

I need a shelter I'm getting older

Feel the firmness of a grip of hand of baby,
Appreciate the warmness of a skin of a woman,
See the dandelion flying as been whispered by wind,
Listen to the rhapsody playing by the calm ocean,
Walk hand by hand in light shower snow.

Look for somebody you would love unconditionally,
and love you back with all her guts, nerve and soul,
As for love is to be defined not to be founded,
It is a destiny from a consciousness of a coincidence.
Open your eyes and look with your heart.

Play with her hair and start listening,
As she just want to talk,
Learn to compromise rather than complain,
Try to understand rather than condemn,
Be a gentleman and learn to forgive.

Find somebody to grow old and discover the other half of the world,
Somebody who is your enemy, best buddy, inspiration, wife and lover,
She who is by your shoulder,
Crying, smiling, flirting, talking,
Until the Sun is gone and the moon is jealous.

Most of all,
Give and give and give,
Be a Star,
Not always been seen,
But definitely is there.

kehebatan cinta

she said:

tidak ku harapkan begelar juara,
memegang trophy dimata dunia,
hanya cintamu dambaan jiwa,
begelar pewira yg kau puja

aku memikir lalu tefikir,
adakah engkau yg ku damba,
menangis hati becerai kasih,
mencari jawapan yg tak kunjung tiba.

mengail ikan di tasik selatan,
tesyum riang teringat kekasih pujaan,
mengejar kasih memberi sayang,
apakahaku dah gila bayang

megelamun aku seorg diri.
kelihatan bulan penuh dipandangan,
dibuai angin menusuk jiwa,
tepancar sinaran cahaya gemerlapan,
baru ku sedar kehebatan cinta...

mengorak langkah dgn keyakinan,
megejar cinta menunggu jawapan,
andai aku pilihan jiwa,
jgn gentar kata iya...

aku bepegang pada janji,
menurut kata hati yg nurani,
andai kata engkau sudi memberi,
dgn cinta aku sentiasa menunggumu disini....

megerti puisi ku,bukan aku,
tesilap tafsir,binasa diri,
andai kau tau ape dihatiku,
pecaya lah...kau tak kan bemadu kasih

understand u is understand her act

"masa untuk berlayar"

You know that feeling, when you miss someone it hurts so much.
Yeah, it hurts like hell.

Terkandas

"she is a fairy that when she whispers, even the bravest man sheds his tears"

Soul mate.
A lot of people do not believe in such thing, while some relentlessly searching for one.
It is a faith that slowly fade over the years.

A buddy of mine told me once that for him, a "soul mate" is someone who can spend an amazing endless evening staring at the orange sky with you, just enjoying the majestic scenery, without much talking.

Because, talking is a language that we use to convey our feelings.
When both of you can enjoy the view without needing to communicate what your feel, then most probably both of you are enjoying the same feeling and having a great time with each other.

Soul mate,
Someone who would dance in the rain with you,
Someone who dare to go to a higher ground, a taboo place with a lot to discover.
Someone who helps you unfold the wings at your back and fly with you,
Someone who feels the ache when you are the one who got the fever.

Soul mate,
Someone who let go his pride and went shopping for 4 hours with you,
Someone who took a fucking 14 hours drive just to see you smile,
Someone who sings you a lullaby,
Someone who set up a romantic dinner on the seashore and give a Gucci handbag for you as a dessert.

Belief, as it was true.