Salam perkenalan. Untuk sesiapa yang pernah melihat blog ini mesti tahu yang semua kandungan dalam blog ini adalah dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Ada mendapat cadangan dan permintaan untuk karya dalam Bahasa Melayu, tapi kurang berkeyakinan untuk menulis karya dalam Bahasa Melayu. Jadi, ini mungkin adalah permulaan untuk karya dalam bahasa ibunda mengambil tempat. 

Kurnia yang tersirat.

Buka satu pintu

Harapnya ditemukan dengan nikmat dunia

Hanya sebahagian yang tahu

Berbunga rasa hati mengimpikan bahagia

Bermula perjalanan mengikut tentu

Namun tak semua seindah yang disangka

Hakikatnya pintu itu 

Hanya satu mimpi rekaan manusia

Yang mengecap nikmat dengan menipu

Tanpa ada rasa berdosa

Meski hati ini sayu

Kesyukuran dipanjatkan kepada yang Esa

Membantu kebenaran dan diri ini bertemu

Melindung daripada derita dan kecewa

Mengingatkan agar apa yang terjadi dijadikan ilmu

Sepanjang mengharungi kehidupan sebagai insan biasa

Yang mana perjalanannya bukan ditentukan kamu

Sebaliknya Dia, Yang Maha Berkuasa.

Sebarang maklum balas adalah amat dihargai. Tidak terkecuali sebarang buah fikiran dan cadangan yang ingin dikongsi. Terima kasih~~

as you walk on the path of life
be wary and read all the signs
for it never is easy threading on its path

there'll be an uphill
where struggling can be tiring
but all the effort will then be rewarded
so never lose faith and keep pushing on

there'll also be a downhill
but it doesn't meant that its all over
its just life saying that
there's something which needs a change

living needs faith
for it never gives false hopes,
needs you to always be on the lookout for changes
since accepting and making changes would make you a better person,
it also needs you to constantly give it your all
for if life really matters to you
you wouldn't waste it
nor even whine about it
simply because it's your life
and how you choose to spent it
would determine whether you'll be happy with it
or simply regretting it later on...

~~ embracing your life ~~

 

Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Reflecting what is in its sight and all

Of life’s rise and  fall

Be it short or tall

Whether it is big or small

By choosing either  to walk or to crawl

Either to finish it quick or choosing to stall

Either by going under or leaping over each wall

What does the mirror shows?

Is it happiness?

With a face so bright and a smile topping it off?

Is it sadness?

With a face so pale, spelling emptiness and sorrowful feeling?

Is it anger?

With face flushed in red, filled with only rage and hatred?

Or is it a bit of everything?

For there will always be some who are feigning what are felt

Hidden under a mask they created

  

It’s not about what is shown

For the correct way to look at it

Is what are chosen to be seen

By those who were looking at the

Mirror, mirror on the wall

For a rainbow to be in sight

there is a need for it to rain

the hopeful souls pray for it to rain

when rainbow appears after raining 

it is truly one of the nature's greatest gift  

but then,

a rainbow does not exists each and every time after it rains

thus they ask for the sun to shine again

for it is too gloomy of a weather

When it is too cold of a condition

that the chills get down to the spines

the sun's ray is the best

for providing warmth and heat

to the shivering souls

but when the sun's ray gets too hot to bear

that the water was all dried up

those souls ask for it to rain

so that the pouring water would cool down the heat

but when it rains too long of a period

they hope for the sun to shine brightly

taking the damp condition away

drying the droplets of water that have fallen to the ground

Happiness is what they say 

when they achieved something that they really hope for

in contradiction, they asks for other things 

when what they had been hoping for is granted

So

what is happiness, really?

can it ever be defined?

can it ever be pictured?

because none of them had a clue

in the pursuit of happiness 

in life's journey

~THE SEARCH FOR HAPPINESS~

 

Being a person - without the need to fake it

Crying
because of the emptiness
but with no tears to shed

Wailing
the heart is
for it is hurting

Screaming
the self is
for living like this is tiring

The need to constantly faking it
even if to reveal the real is way off the limit
in avoiding getting tangled and lose own peace
it is deemed better to assume things as it is
even if it is not the right thing
is it fair?
to assume something which is not even there?

A person, a human
with soul and emotion
is not an object build to wait and act on other's direction

Having no intention
of bringing tension into creation
take time to be in an exact situation
and react according to the condition
it doesn't have to be every time
it is enough if it can be done sometime

As a person
who is far from perfection
each has their own weakest moment......

it's funny when people say
they wanted to be understood
but then they go
build themselves a huge barrier
leaving blanks of questions asked
with only silent when are told to share
they expected themselves to be understood
even when nothing is given

what tears you apart is that
it never crossed their mind to try
to understand you
for what matter is that they are understood
rather than understanding you
they make assumptions, conclusions of their own
saying there are no more side to you
for what they see is all there is

reality of it hurts
so you are never to put up too high of expectations
as they would always come up less
for the fact is
they are selfish and self- centered
as the truth is that

you never really matter to them
and the reality is that

you are just another person



THE UNSPOKEN REALITY ~

Confusions of self ‘s understanding

Emotions were felt

Words were spoken

Feelings were portrayed

Actions were done

Yet there’s no assurance

Either it was the right thing

Or was it the wrong thing to be done

Claimed to know of own self best

Yet still holding doubts of it

The worst of hypocrites that is

A pathetic  trying to put a lid on itself

Of confusion in what is really felt

Whether it is happiness and satisfaction

Or it is just plain emptiness and sadness

Filling body’s and mind’s spaces

 

Not even the own self can clarify it

In the haze of confusion and perception

For the own self can’t even spoke of what is really felt

So, it shall haunt for as long as the confusion is still there

As long as the own self can’t answer of what is felt

For the chains of it needs key for it to be open

And the key lies in the answer from the own self

 For only the own self knows itself better