HUMAN, DO MORE THAN JUST EXIST

Showing posts with label My poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

MANUSIA

2nd day of Semester 3
Malay Class, Pn. Juliana

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

I was kind of excited to make my ball pen start working out.
It was the only opportunity for me to expressed all the things
that pacing, playing, staying in my head.

Too much story for the past two weeks after registration for Semester 3
It was kind of hollow there! Barren! Nothing in my heart!
and even more worse, 
It is RAMADHAN! The month of blessings and to teach our Nafs.
Maybe; there are too much sin that I COMMITTED
YA! it is a lot! Especially with human.
and I was driven by condition to write this poem in the Malay class just 
after teacher Jue instructed to do so.




MANUSIA

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu bukan mudah
Dilihat; diteliti dan dikritik
menjadi hiprokrit itu
 amatlah perit sekali 

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu amatlah rumit
hati perasaan insan lain
perlu dijaga;
Sehingga dirimu yang merana 
terima; tolak mahupun abaikan
itulah pilihan yg sukar

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu anugerah
kerana hidupmu penuh dengan cabaran
setiap detik dan kisahmu dihiasi dengan warna
Biru, Merah, Kuning, Hitam, Putih
warna yang sebenarnya datang dari air matamu sendiri.

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu 
antara dirimu
Amanah atau kepentingan diri

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu
kita punya perasaan
hubungan
kasih sayang, persahabatan, percintaan
amat rapuh, tidak kekal
mungkin berubah

Boleh aku kata
menjadi manusia itu
adalah membuat pilihan
Perubahan atau Ketetapan
Ia ada ditanganmu!

Menjadi manusia
boleh aku kata 
Itulah aku!

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

If today never exist!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

If today never exist!
The blue sky; white cloud; I am looking up high!
The green colony, thorn, woody, with fruit, juicy enough!
Blossoming; smiling; a  mixture of colour and odour
So bright! Sparkling the emotion in me!
With smile yet the tears;

If today never exist!
 The solid question to be asked.
Will I exist?

Witnessing all the creature
presence in every part of dimension
even the end side of me, 
The human!

Sensing the smells, taste, 
Living in red,yellow, blue
The basic of life
Yet I never wonder
If Allah swt hold back the nikmat from me!

If today never exist! 
I will be blindly walking, pacing to the corner
between darkness; burried the soul; died with regretful
or the array of the light; giving life and hope 
to the hollow body; the vanishing part
if not been polished

How the path have save me
Grabbing the time I am drowning
in this blurry life; tick tok ; that will stop 
SOON......
Alhamdulillah!


If today never exist!
Holding tightly; fingers; hands; never let it go
The soft yet hard voice, echoing in my whole heart
Reflecting the real me.
Shaping the virtue inside me, 
From the day, eyes were widely viewing
 to the day of it never blinking again

If today never exist!
The bonding from them,
Loving; Caring; Supporting 
creating and preserving, 
Paying back all of the sweat
to train me in becoming
the warrior, fighting against
the pessimistic thought
Sinking, Hiding, threatening my inner strength

Never turn back;
Stay where I am
Standing; with the pride;
Spread the good, the vibes, the charge
that will change others life.
Be the one you make a choice 
Guiding from slipping

If today never exist!
Saying to myself; deeply inside
only two words to say
ALHAMDULILLAH!
and
I AM NO ONE WITHOUT ALLAH'S BLESSING!

# Writing on my 22nd April 2015. 
The day my mom heard my cries for the first time.











Saturday, February 21, 2015

My first poem! " Between the time"



"Between the time"

Between  the time 
Tick Tok
Tick Tok

You are on your way
To fulfill your desire
To achieve a mission
The demanding success 

Between the time
You are just a player
The game of prejudiced
Being told what to do!
what to be! How to act!
How about your own identity
Never being developed
or actually being discovered


Between the time
You might get hurt
of your own mistake
People never ever wonder
How pathetic and miserable
is it to reach until this level
You must struggle
Just to get self satisfaction
or precisely; others perception

Between the time
You might get lost
of actually what to gain
in this  piteous world.
Is it the only path?
the only way?
Am I stuck at the end?
Or this way leads
to another way?
To other world
That never be seen?

Between the time
You might get confused!
Of who you are now
Devoting yourself
all the responsibility 
that burdens you
Causing you to forget
what is it like to be human
The mankind with feeling
Sense of empathy towards others
To help them, to guide them
Not just your beloved one
How about the "other" brothers

Between the time
You can't even differentiate
between the rocks and diamond
between reality and fantasy
and between living and dying
The world may be mean to you
Cruel enough to make you think
that nobody understands me
nobody can helps me
nobody with me!

Between the time
You might find the 
emptiness inside;
at the bottom of your soul
even now you are superb
of your own temptation
even you are surrounded by 
all the person you loves
so much until your end
It is so complex feeling
To describe how hollow;
barren; blank; and desolate
your heart is
because there is only one thing!

Between the time
The one thing 
That could change you
Becoming who you suppose to be
Eliminating and deleting
the world stereotype
The one thing that can lead to the peace

Between the time
It is not to late
Slowly; even pacing with all determination
Longing for the feeling of devoted
All you have to do is to seek
Might be the last temptation after all

__________________________________________________________

Alhamdulilllah!
When I was in secondary school, I keep on wondering about all of
the poem in the syllabus written by Shakespeare; 
"Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow"

I wonder what was the exact message?
Why did he write that?
What if actually there is a hidden message?
How can he write such a great poem?
and become masterpiece of his own?
Wow!

In my point of view, the writer has express all of his feelings and thoughts
As a reader, I never understand what the message are. ( laughing )
But,
It is all ups to the reader and philosopher to interpret  the poem
Either good or bad
Either beneficial or not

Finally! I have written my first poem. Not really a poem.  But I want it to be
my poem. >.<

Genuinely from me as someone who loves to share my thought. No doubt,
I need to practice more by using precise word. 
Well, I leave it to your own interpretation 
Feeling it!
Enjoy it!
Figure it out!
There is a hidden message there.


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