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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Homo sapiens

‘Yucks! It’s tasteless!’
‘Sigh! It’s raining’
‘Nay! It’s boring’
Sighing here and there.

‘Wrong menu chosen.’
‘Phew, luckily I made it’
‘Should have been home by now.’
It’s all about the second thoughts.

Human,
Sigh a lot.
Declined a lot.

Us,
The normal.
Follow the norms.

Life
Is not an easy path.
But can be bear by us.

Think switch on.
Let the brain do the job.

Be brave.
Be pleased.

The One

Will never let us down.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Sound of The Rain

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

Drip drip.
Sound of the rain
Falling on the tin roof
Becoming the lullaby song
To the dead to the world.

Sound of the rain
Gloomy day for fishermen
Aquatics another day of joys.

Sound of the rain
Magical curve drawn on farmers' face
The land greets them with open arms.

Sound of the rain
Can make people anxious over flood
Can make people grin seeing rainbow.

Sound of the rain
Sound of nature
Appreciate while it is still raining
As we never knew
When the Earth is drying.

(Created on 24th April 2012 while listening to the sound of the rain)

p/s : Another 'suspense' day to face. Rabbi yassir wala tu'assir, Ya Kareem.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Jiwa

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

Belajar menguatkan jiwa.
Berjiwa besar.

Belajar mengurangkan fikir remeh.
Berfikiran positif.

Belajar menghadapi masalah dengan sebaik mungkin.
Bertindak bijak.

Please ya Rabbi, I really need you. 

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Less or More?

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

Kuma is created by myself, hee.

What say you people?

p/s : Lately, asyik rasa nak berpuitis mitis je. Pardon me. :P

Monday, April 2, 2012

The Untold Story

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful 



Flipping through the diary
Reading at a normal pace
Reminiscing the good old days
Smiling widely.

The sad stories
Written with teary eyes
The happy stories
Eagerly written for pages.

Sometimes it's hurt
Sometimes it's worth smiling.

Everything seem to be the untold story
For the girl to be heard
For the boy to be understood.

Until the last page
The story seems to be ended
At a point that we don't even know.

Enjoy it while it lasts
Because it never does.

For the untold story
Mum's the word
As the world is not always
The stage for a storytelling contest.

p/s : Just a piece of thought before going to sleep on 11th April 2012 11th March 2012

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Imperfect

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful


People said,
Everything happens for a reason,
Sometimes the reason is undefined.

People said,
What goes around comes around,
Sometimes it confuses me.

People said,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Sometimes the eye is not the beauty judge.


People said,
Love the one who loves you,
But who want to start loving first?

Life is about being imperfect,
to the world of imperfection.
There's no need to be perfect,
when the flow itself is imperfect.

Little mind stop thinking complicatedly,
Start 'enjoying' life to the fullest,
As Jannah is the final destination,
Being 'perfect' in the eye of HIM.

p/s : Don't read directly, as the meaning is not in the words.
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