Thursday, May 15, 2014

Had a dream last night

I had this stupid dream night,
That everyone is happy for me,
Because I have found my happiness,
In them


I talked with a dear friend the other day.
She just got back from umrah,
And we had a long talk about her experiences there

Over there, 
Everybody is trying their best to do good deeds,
Their mind focuses on Him, and the afterlife.
Everything you see will only bring you closer to him.

And I randomly ask her,
"Among all the things Islam thought you,
Whats your favorite?"
"I like the part where, 
Islam promise that by giving some amount of your sustenance,
He will increase what is yours,
And I have only heard it from Islam, and its true"

I have heard a lot story, seen them, 
experience it myself,
It is so true.
By keeping the money only to yourselves,
The money will finish before you know it.
But if you help others with it,
The money will get back to you, 
When you really need it.

It really hit me that.
I rarely give my money away,
Always be scared that its not enough for me to spend,
But I know, I have more that I need,
Comparing to those that really need it.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Strange Crowd

Everyone can tell,
That we started well,
Adoring one another,
Everyday was filled with laughter,

Then came a little twist,
Our stories hit the crisis,
Then we start seeing.
People started judging,
Friends started blaming,

Wherever our heads turns,
Whatever our ear listens,
People are trying to save themselves,
Putting the blame on people's shelves,

But if everyone is right,
How come we are drifting apart?
Why cant we end this fight?
Because its hatred we choose to ignite..

But I believe the truth is,
There is still love,
Look down beneath,
Why put ego so high above?

We are our crowd,
We are the people we will remember,
So be a story that makes us proud,
For this moment will last forever.


I forgot that I have a blog.
And I forgot that I have my reader, nadia.

Hence, the abandance.
Sorry Nadia.

Friday, February 14, 2014

I love you

I dont say that very often,
I dont give myself away that much.

But I chose you.
As miraculous as it could be,
You chose me too,
sorry I havent thank you.

I dont know how it happened,
but since it started,
It doesnt stop

But we fight a lot though,
All the time,
Funny how you could be so right and wrong.
Again, what are you boy?

And for the feelings that I have towards you,
Theres a lot that I have to keep to myself,
I express it by saying "I love you" and "I love you too",
But our story means more to me, than any book could feel its shelves.

Someday, I dream of myself as your wife,
To be waken up by your snores,
To take care of your existence,
simply by filling our dining with chickens,

But at any other day,
I am just happy with moment,
How young and silly we are,
To fight over something so small,
So small that on the next day,
I cant even recall.

And for me,
to beat for your attention, against "The Futsal",
I can easily stabbed your futsal ball, and finish it life,
I can understand now why you havent introduce me to it,
Oh, haha, how I see futsal as your first wife.

I dont know why Im writing this,
I dont even know if you'll be reading it,
But, cause I dont know how far we'll make it  in this journey,
In this moment, you make me happy.

We'll live on, and grow old,
but you'll be my young love :)

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Shallow those pills.

Life begin at the end of your comfort zone,
How do you define a comfort zone?
When it is not comfortable living anymore?

Then, why do we blame those who takes away their lives?


I wont write if there's no spark.        
But lately, everyone, everything else
Around me are putting me under a patience trial.

You see, 
I am at the age where I'm looking at world changing its skin.
Im meeting new people, friends i have to believe in,

It is the age where I'm actually designing a life,
But I am fooled, abandon, and jeopardize by the people I trust.
And I promise you, both life and trust is not some comfortable thing right now.

But I dare to promise myself one thing.
Whatever Im planning for myself, 
The Lord has it all written before I could even think of it.

Before I had to cry myself for those crushed effort and dream,
Allah have all of it sort out even before I started it,

So I dare to conclude one thing, 
No matter how it will end it,
Nobody is born just to feel the pain.

So quit trying to swallow the pills,
Your life just started

I'm at the age 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013