For my frenz...

this poem is for a fren of my... 

this is for you tela.... 

the poem you wanted...

CRAZY FEELING

Heart fluttering.

thiz love-hate feeling,

making me crazy over you, 

what this tingling feeling?

what's this sensation?

what's this feeling?

why I feel so burden by it,

why I feel so confused,

this make my mind swirl....

sometimes i wonder,

am I in love or..

am I just attracted?

I could not differ this feeling...

I tried to denied,

for I think its a foolish things,

but day by day,

night by night,

this heart aching for more...

Damn!

What wrong with me?

Why would this feeling go away?

I keeping my eyes to you...

and wondering as time goes by,

what are you to me?

Lover or crush?

Kekosongan...

Kekosongan sanubari..

merantai badan dan minda...

kebencian, kesedihan, kesunyian..

menyelaputi diri bak parasit...

merantai minda yang sudah diracuni...

puas ditepis kesedihan ini,

puas dibuang kesunyian ini,

namun...

semuanya sia-sia,

perasaan itu semakin melingkari,

menyesakkan jiwa,

tidak dapat bernafas...

Perasaan menyepi...

semakin menhilang...

jiwa semakin kosong..

emosi hilang bagaikan kabus..

hari ke hari, masa berlalu...

bayangan semakin menhilang,

ku rasakan hidupku..

seperti mayat hidup...

The rhythm of surrender by Dawud wharnsby Ali

Can you hear the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The rhythm of the clapping of the thunder and the rain.
Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The lightning and the leaves, and the seasons as they change.

Watch the children in the field, spinning round and round.
Watch their silly, dizzy falls upon the ground.
They grip on to long grass afraid of spinning with the sun.
Reality deceives them neath the smiling mask of fun.

Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The rhythm of the children aging brown hair into gray.
Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
Alternation of the moon and the stars passing into day.

Watch the grown-ups all twirling with the clock throughout the day.
Watch them spinning with the hours while the clock hands tick away.
They talk and grip the world as they would catch a falling knife.
Reality deceives them neath the musing games of life.

Can you hear the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The storm against the sand, and the pulsating waves.
Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The rhythm of the children running wind upon the graves.

The rhythm of our world beats in surrender to Allah.
Our blood and our breathing testify.
The rhythm if surrender is a part of who we are.
With each heartbeat and involuntary blink of our eyes.
A part of us we cant deny.

Can you hear the rhythm of Allah’s creation?
The storm against the sand, and the pulsating waves.
Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation?

The rhythm of the children running wind upon the graves.

Love this song...

one of the best song of nasheed i ever heard...

Thiz Feeling....

I'm feeling lonely,

lost in the darkness

engulf in emptiness...

I'm feeling empty,

something is missing,

making an aching hole

in that small dark red heart..

I'm trying to understand...

I'm trying to find...

that emptiness feeling...

still linger like parasite sucking my life..

Still looking...

what's missing...

but still... in vain

This feeling..

eating me...

I bleed from inside out...

Aching...

Painful...

killing me softly...

digging me to death...

Help me!

please...

understand me!

someone...

Help me kill this feeling..

for all i want...

is just happiness...