Cinta itu air laksananyaboleh dingin menggetarkan
boleh hangat melecurkan
ada ketikanya
ia membeku sekeras batu
dan ada ketikanya
ia mendidih tanpa kau tahu
Bagaimana mungkin kedinginan cinta
mahupun kehangatannya yang membara
dapat dirasa dingin panasnya
selagi tubuh belum direndam
selagi hati belum karam?
Gersang kemarau datang melanda
lalu air itu sudah kering
dan saki baki titis yang tinggal
berkeladak semakin gering
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Master Najwa:
A gift from my latest entry -
THE LOUDNESS OF SILENCE
Child,
if you keep pacing the mile,
this world will show its wild,
where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,
sieve from the Pharaohs' Nile,
and only tears be the pillars of a smile,
a smile paved by guile.
But Child,
if you stop and sit for a while,
and takes breaths that ever so mild,
you would see trough all of the lies,
that hid the colors of a butterfly,
freeing the world's inner cry,
a cry that bring tears to Gabriel's eye.
And Child,
listen ever so carefully to that cry,
listen to the loudness that has never shy,
listen as it comes from a heart that you could not buy,
listen so that you would know why,
listen so that your tears would dry,
listen so that you know the bed where the world lie.
And find the loudness of silence in you and I.
Have a good day melord.
o, cinta tu bukan api ya? boleh membakar hangus meski semasa kecilnya ialah teman setia si penghisap rokok?
demon... I've been pondering till now about this verse of yours:
this world will show its wild,
where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,
sieve from the Pharaohs' Nile,
Truly indeed I was astounded and impressed with the verse. I guess what you meant here is that the good things we see now is nothing but bad things indeed. Hmm... may be I'm wrong here...
Kak Ramlah... tak mungkin mereka yang cintakan Allah dan RasulNya bakal hangus dibakar api cintanya sendiri. Tapi yang tak ada cinta pada Allah dan RasulNya, yang tu memang layak rentung dibakar api... hehehehe...
Master Najwa:
Yes, i do meant it as what you have said. The thing about chase the world is thet we have the tendedncy to lose our self in the excitement of the chase that we forget what is it we should really chase.
For the earlier poem that i gave, its just the way how i see when i'm buried in the earth.
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