Wednesday, July 15, 2015

DIALOG vs MONOLOG
 
aku bertanya?
kau bertanya?

kau bertanya?
aku menjawab

aku menjawab
kau membidas

kau membidas
aku menyimpul

kau bertanya lagi
aku menjawab lagi

kau membidas lagi
aku cuma mengalah
aku tidak kuasa
berdialog begini.

I'm back

Seems like the writing bug has hit me again, after a long hiatus.

If time is on my side and if I can have my own way, I would write every minute of the day. I would pen down (figuratively speaking in this day and age of cyber world) my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences.

I would share my life experiences. I would bare my soul. I wish I could and I would. In any case I'm back. And this time, I'm here to stay. Bahagia

Demi Ramadan

Tahun ini Ramadan datang lagi
Tahun ini Ramadan menerjah kembali
Tahun ini Ramadan begitu indah sekali
Tahun ini berbuak-buak hati kecil ku ini
menyambut mu wahai Ramadan

Tahun ini Ramadan menyapa diri ku ini
Aku berTahajjud
Aku berTaubat
Aku berTasbih
Aku berHajat
Aku berWitir
Aku bermunajat
Demi Mu Wahai Tuhanku

Air mataku berguguran
Demi Ramadan
Demi Mu wahai Illahi

Alunan tasbih yang berkumandang
Meragut lubuk hatiku ini
Demi Ramadan
Demi Mu wahai Pencipta Alam
yang amatku kasihi

Kini
yang tinggal
hanya cebisan hari-hari terakhir Ramadan

Kan ku tangisi pemergian mu
Wahai Ramadan

Wahai Tuhanku, Ya Rabbbulalamin
Wahai Illahi
Tabahkanlah hati ku ini
untuk menghadapi hari-hari yang mendatang

Selamat tinggal wahai Ramadan
Moga-moga diriku ini
dipilih Illahi
menyambut kedatangan mu lagi
Akan ku nantikan kembalinya Ramadan
Wahai Ramadan
Mudah-mudahan...

Monday, October 13, 2014

Cemburunya masa dengan aku!

Dah lama tak memblog.
Sibuk.
Bosan.
Hari ni naluri nak memblog kembali membara.
Sebenarnya naluri memblog tu sentiasa menggambit.
Cuma masa mencemburui aku.
Masa tak mengizinkan.
Masa pantas bergegas lalu.
Banyak yang ingin aku perkatakan.
Banyak yang ingin aku luahkan.
Banyak yang ingin aku muntahkan.
Masa tolonglah aku.
Bantulah aku.
Masa janganlah kau mencemburui aku lagi.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Yesterday I cried...with an agenda

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

and I had myself a good cry.



I'm telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all over

the black jacket I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of

soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.



I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired,

or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and

disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me

the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that

had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does

come a time when the only thing left

for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get

left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn't know what to do,

and because I wanted my mummy and daddy to be there

for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there,

the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

Broken and Tattered

It hurts more than any physical pain

It pierces my soul

I can’t even breathe

I close my eyes

Trying to slow my pulse

Love

Broken trust

Broken hearted

Leads me to this exact moment

I feel the rain hit my face

Confirmation of my existence

I don’t want to exist

I don’t want to feel anything

Choices that are not mine to make

I stare into your eyes

Shock

The rain falls down your windshield

I breathe

You just drive away

Taking more than you know with you

My heart stopped several beats

The rain has washed away

Our future

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Kenapa dah buang tabiat ke, demam ke?

Berderau darah Teja pabila melihat entri tersebut di FB sebagai balasan dari postnyer yang berbunyi "dont forget the day we met. It changes history at least for you and me."

Teja ikhlas meletakkan post tu di wall buah hatinya, namun hati Teja terhiris bagai sembilu apabila luahan hatinya dibalas dengan begitu rupa.

Teja sedih, teramat sedih. Air mata Teja jatuh berguguran tanpa disedarinya. Teja mengenang nasibnya yang malang. Teja langsung tidak mengerti hati budi kaum Adam. Teja termanggu kesedihan. Teja ingin membawa diri. Teja bergegas pergi. Teja terus hilang dari pandangan.

Helang dan katak

Di dalam buku Teach Yourself to Think, Edward de Bono memberikan contoh tentang dua ekor helang: salah seekor helang mempunyai penglihatan yang amat baik, sementara yang seekor lagi mempunyai masalah rabun dekat.

Kedua-duanya suka makan katak. Dari tempat yang tinggi, helang yang mempunyai penglihatan yang amat baik itu mampu melihat dan mengenal pasti katak, justeru akan menjunam lantas membahamnya. Sebaliknya, helang dengan penglihatan yang rabun itu pula akan menangkap setiap benda kecil yang bergerak; ia mungkin seekor katak, cicak, tikus, atau mungkin juga, pada waktu lain, acahan semata-mata.

Yang manakah di antara dua ekor helang ini yang anda anggap yang terbaik? Mungkin, helang dengan penglihatan yang baik. Menurut de Bono, helang kedua lebih baik, kerana ia lebih fleksibel. Jika tiba-tiba katak pupus, helang ini dengan mudah akan mampu meneruskan kehidupannya. Sebaliknya, helang yang mempunyai pandangan yang tajam dan belum belajar untuk mempelbagaikan dietnya itu akan mati seperti katak itu juga.

Inti pati daripada kisah ini menunjukkan bahawa anda boleh mengubah sebarang kekurangan menjadi keuntungan jika anda memiliki sikap yang betul.

Through the Eyes of a Child

There are only two things that a child will share willingly:
1/ Communicable diseases, and
2/ Its mother's age....

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Painting picture by picture, I followed the parodies
my eyes took in the deep sadness

The lingering and haunting grief and sorrow


I painted only memories, adding nothing,

no details that I did not see.

Hence the plainness of the paintings,

their desolation and barrenness

the utter emptiness!