Should we regret in what was chosen?
For what was not, could be worse
Should we rest and see our dreams frozen?
For it may brings freedom from a curse
Should we rage when prayers not answered?
For the answered ones so bountiful
Should not fate be rest-assured?
For that makes life less stressful
Should not faith lie only to HIM, the most Merciful?
For HE is the one and only who holds our string
Should not guidance be sought only from HIM, our Lord the Greatful?
For HE knows best when drought changes to spring
When the world gets busy and noisy, no one has the time to listen. Write your mind to speak; it is peaceful than talking.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
MY BOAT, MY STREAM
Have you heard?
Row, row, row your boat
Gently own the stream
Merily, merily, merily..life is just a dream?
Boat..the age, the longer I live, the further it takes me explore
Stream..the absolute path destined for me
This dream feels real, false promises that is hard to ignore
This is what I see, should I care if you disagree?
Row, row, row your boat
Gently own the stream
Merily, merily, merily..life is just a dream?
Boat..the age, the longer I live, the further it takes me explore
Stream..the absolute path destined for me
This dream feels real, false promises that is hard to ignore
This is what I see, should I care if you disagree?
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
WORDS & EMOTIONS
I asked for reassurance
It was not an act to seek an answer
For this fragile heart may have no patience
If once again it shatter
There are words not in existence to describe all thoughts
Leaving us speechless in our own plot
There are unknown emotions that may be out of control
It shows when one trueself unfolds
When wrong words were put together
Rarely good, mostly disaster
When the unknown emotions left untamed
It sets fire and flame
It was not an act to seek an answer
For this fragile heart may have no patience
If once again it shatter
There are words not in existence to describe all thoughts
Leaving us speechless in our own plot
There are unknown emotions that may be out of control
It shows when one trueself unfolds
When wrong words were put together
Rarely good, mostly disaster
When the unknown emotions left untamed
It sets fire and flame
Monday, January 23, 2012
No Words
I thought of creating a beautiful poem
So I ly down on the bed facing the wall
Just now was 8pm, oh dear now is 10
I am still lying on the bed starring at the wall
Tired eyes, exhausted head..with an ipad still in hand
Should I wait for the clock to go another round
Oh dear, this feeling is more depressing than it sounds!
So I ly down on the bed facing the wall
Just now was 8pm, oh dear now is 10
I am still lying on the bed starring at the wall
Tired eyes, exhausted head..with an ipad still in hand
Should I wait for the clock to go another round
Oh dear, this feeling is more depressing than it sounds!
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