Kasih

Sekalung cinta yang kau bawa pergi
Secangkir rindu yang kusisihkan
Setabur cinta yang kau bawa lari
Sehiris duka yang kupalitkan

Maka berhijrahlah aku ke wilayah sepi

Diangkut bayu-bayu duka

Disemboyan gema-gema hampa

Dibuang di sungai kecewa

Maka berhijrahlah aku ke wilayah sepi

Diarak gerodak jiwa

Disembelih lidah nista.

Far off on the horizon, I saw a lady in a yellow dress, she was wearing a blue headscarf, and she looked decent, for me at least. It was when I was sitting at my work table, when I noticed a slight but significant change in the ever beautiful atmosphere - she was the change.

The lady seemed to be waiting for someone as she kept glancing on her tiny wrist watch, which was as tiny as her arms. As she waited, I waited too. My eyeballs could not stop tracking where her eyeballs went. She must be in her late twenties, I think.

Under a shady tree she stood. And my eyes too, felt the shade that she might feel. Her beauty was a little out of the ordinary; an electrifying yellow shade to my sight. I must admit that it only took me three seconds to fall in love with her.

Saya nak jadi superhero.
Saya nak ada satu kuasa luar biasa untuk menjadi satu aset bagi umat manusia.
Saya nak selamatkan manusia semua.
Saya nak tembak-tembak musuh kemanusian dengan Gelombang Kuasa saya.
Saya nak ke situ,saya nak ke sana, saya nak ke mana-mana sahaja.
Saya nak terbang ke mana jua.
Saya nak itu, saya nak ini.
Saya nak semuanya.
Sebab saya superhero.
Saya boleh buat apa sahaja.

Kerana cinta

lidah-lidah bodoh

mampu mengungkapkan 

puisi agung 

Kerana cinta

puing-puing rapuh

bertukar jadi jambatan kukuh

Kerana cinta

ramai pemuda

Sangka dia mampu daratkan kejora

Untuk gadis yang dia cinta

Orang kata cinta itu buta

Bukan

Cinta tak pernah buta

                                     tapi 

                              membutakan.

Forlorn is the best word to describe my world now.
Forlornly in solitude.
Forlornly in segregation.
Forlornly out of love.

I am not perfect and I knew it all along and I dont need someone to tell me that fact. Nobody's perfect. My brain always tells me that praises and acclaims would only award me with false perfection. Us human never want to appear imperfect before the eyes of others.

Some friends ask me why am I so silent on facebook, twitter and etc. my answer is there is no point of being over talkative and active on facebook if you are not the same active person in the real world. dwelling in social media is unreal. i like real stuffs. i dont like to appear and show off, posting pictures and glorious newly-found jobs all over the internet so that every eyes would see and every mind would know; that's just not me. i will keep it to myself and others will only know not from my social media accounts; they would either know from me when they ask or someone tell them about it.

beyond our conscious and conscience, we always inculcate the culture of riak and ujub in our daily life.