Tomorrow

reason for living
would i restricted only for today.
for tomorrow is not something that
i am sure of.

i am here today,
but maybe not tomorrow.
i am standing here today,
but maybe not tomorrow.
you may see me today,
perhaps not tomorrow.

i am nowhere man today.
yesterday too.
yet not tomorrow, who knows.

don't let the past destroy your tomorrow.

My confidence of the future is certainly for one thing only,
that it is indefinite that i am still breathing or not
tomorrow.



The End .

Basi

makan makanan basi boleh sakit perut woo.
ini cerita tak ada relation dengan makanan.

ini cerita perihal kemanusiaan.
manusia lagi.
takda benda lain ka?
selagi dunia belum mati,
takkan habis gua cakap lu.

so cliche.
basi dah.
nak telan pun tak hadap.
ibarat ditelan mati sakit perut, diluah muntah belahak.

understanding-free zone.
akan aku create satu.
bila sekali sekala
tutup telinga, pejam mata.


baru aman.
sekejap.



The End

Catching Up.

well.
less occupied.
simply because it's semester break.
three months of holiday is just plain awesome.
its been a while since my last long break.
finally i could detach myself from academic-related stuff
and from certain subset of people, at least for a while.
for i had another semester to get through before i shall bid
farewell to university life and then, hello reality.

last semester, i would say the hardest.
but all praise be to the Creator, the best result i attained also for last semester.
now let the gone, be by gone.
added in my profile are lots of life lessons.
seen lots of people; the good ones, the ticked-me-off ones
and i learnt so much from them as well.

fix my life, is what i aiming to.
change for good is good.
even tides ebb and flow, then what about human.
i would be less bother-able to what people say.
i had enough living under people's nose; their expectations and liking.
for life is too short to hold back.
aim high and dream high too.
and i would say chin up!


The End

Plastik

plastik itu sejenis material.
yang banyak kegunaannya.
hampir semua generasi di milky way
menggunakannya.

banyak kegunaan, banyak juga masalahnya.
plastik memakan masa yang lama untuk reput.
beratus-ratus aeon.
plastik juga menyumbang kepada masalah pencemaran.
banyak haiwan-haiwan di lautan mati akibat termakan plastik.

plastik juga bermasalah kepada manusia.
ramai juga manusia yang bersikap plastik.
plastik perangainya.
plastik wajahnya.

tetapi,
plastik itu tak original.
sebab plastik tetap plastik.




The End

A Figure

there is a figure
that seems familiar.
where it comes from i do not know.
mingling around the atmosphere.

but do not be afraid.
at least not yet.
for it is also one of us.
homo sapiens species, kind of it.
who share similar blood circulation
but maybe not heart figuration.

far away, there is warmth.
overloaded sweetness.
good craving figure,
perfection.

getting closer to this figure,
i smell a poignant fragrances.
i wonder where it comes from.
little that i know, it's the heart.

very pungent odour.
the smell of jealousy.
the smell of rivalry.
the smell of hypocrisy.

it tries hard to hide
for the smells are apparent, 
camouflage error
lead into terror.

ouch!

why?
does it bites your chest?

beware.
for
it
could
be
you.



The End

Heartless

long, long ago....

once upon a time,
 there was a little girl with a little heart
who cherished every moment that she went through.
she was cheerful and bright.
her warm smile that never fade away from her little face
would embraced anyone into tranquility
her little heart was kind and happiness of others was hers too.

but there were always people with cruel hearts
who hate to see her with her beautiful heart.
often they treat her with the cruelest manners.
so often that she shed tears every time
she tried to endure.
yet, her heart was so small to cope
so small to endure another pain
gradually, warm smile from her face faded away.

not until one day,
that she made a vow to stop being good.
she became rebellious
evil smirk replaced that warm smile.
her soft little heart turned into lifeless and emotionless stone.
she became a heartless teenager.
often she hurts people to get her revenge.
through that satisfaction, she consoled her painful heart.
so much satisfaction that she gained, yet there were so much also to lose.
black tainted her pure little heart.
so black that one day she hurts people that she loved the most.
hate haunted her life from that day.
so much of hates that no more of love she felt.
emptiness filled her fragile heart.
and she cried again.
and again.

but then, there was a warm voice deep within inside her emptied and stoned heart
she kept hearing the voice.
somehow that voice soothed her pain.
the voice that she finally led into recognition 
the long lost little heart, was that voice.
an epiphany slipped into her heartless heart.
useless rebel for she also got tired of it.
small love was there still.
aiding her painful fragile heart
gave her bond of inspiration.
broke the wall of hate in her stoned heart.
let her to forget her past and dream of better future.
the beginning of new life.

today, she was no longer that rebel young teenager.
though there are lots of bandage used to mend her fragile heart
but she believes that it will never broken apart.
though there is somehow heartless-she within her,
but it helps her to be strong enough to overcome painful torment
that she used to since yesteryear of years she'd been through.

she finally attained loves she lost. 
from God.
from the people she loved the most.
and that is enough
for her to get through her life
till the day she takes her last breath. 



The End

Monologue

after a while then i am thinking.
seeing most of them found what they are searching for
their own soul mate.

sometimes i feel troubled.
where is mine?
why haven't i met one?

the one i have i let it go.
regret is moot because i am feeling okay.
blessing in disguise.
i sent you away because my soul told me to do so.

 i do not need any serious commitment.
not now.
how can i dream on that,
when my commitment with God have yet settled?

the dissatisfied one,
say what you want to.
tell me that i am faking it.
i did not even know that you know me way better
than my own self.
yeah, i am faking it.
people say "fake it till you make it"
and i am on my path of make it. 

i know old habit is die hard to overcome
and so much to be done.
struggle makes it sweet, no?
then i don't mind sacrificing thousand drops of sweat.

would i care or should i
when people say that i am out of their league?
not so much that i care than when i am out my God's league.
i have the keys
keys to heaven hell both.
one is easy and the other is hard.
i am the one to choose which.

i am on my way.
i don't care that i am alone,
because i always have Him accompanying me
in every steps, in every traces.

He is a good Listener, He is.
He would have always spaced His time for me.
even in the middle of the night.
He never get bored, He never turns away.
He gives me words of advice and love
uncountable.


He is my God.


The End Of The Topic.

Since you've gone

it seems that everything is wrong,
since you've gone.

trying to stop believing
that you will come back again.

hope this feeling will gradually fading
but all this thought is not working.

you came and its my heart that you've taking
yet you've gone without intention of returning.  

i am shaking
and without you i am breaking.

you scare we can't get along
you've gone for that reason.

some much to overcome
and so much to be done.

we are two now
who used to be one 
ever since you've gone.



The End Of The Topic.