Nikmat

Pernah kira tak

Berapa banyaknya nikmat yang kita ada sekarang?

Tak terhitung dek akal

Kita selalu lupa

Nikmat yang kita ada

Selalu mengaburi mata

Nikmat tubuh badan yang sihat

Bila tangan yang sakit, mulut juga terasa

Bila sakit, mulalah rasa nak dekat dengan Sang Pencipta

Tapi manusia, diciptakan untuk lalai

Kenapa?

Masih bernafas sehingga saat ini

Tahniah!

Masih diberi peluang untuk baikpulih apa yang rosak

Hati...ya hati

Bila hati dah rosak, susah nak pulih

Ada yang tak pulih-pulih

Kepada yang berjaya, Tahniah!

Mulut berbicara

'Esok aku berubahlah.'

Senang. Amat senang.

Apa yang nak diubah?

Nikmat yang mengaburi mata

Manusia pula Sang Pelupa dan Sang Sombong

Hari ini diberi rezeki lebih, Alhamdulillah pun tak singgah dibibir

Besoknya, rezeki ditarik

Mulut menyumpah seranah

Bagai dia aja ditimpa segunung masalah

Aku, diberi nikmat

Yang aku sendiri lalai

Aku tersungkur menyembah nikmat itu

Hanya kepadaMu aku kembali

Aku sering kembali

Tapi aku juga bongkak

Harus diingat

Semua kebahagiaan diberi

Boleh lenyap sekelip mata

Aku, aku pernah menikmati kebahagiaan sebegitu rupa

Aku bahagia

Tapi aku juga derita, akhirnya

Bergantung harap pada insan 

Yang juga ciptaanNya

Aku silap

Silap besar

Dalam doa kutitipkan

Supaya dikembalikan suci 

Bagai kain putih

Tanpa secalit kekotoran

-NNF88-

Kinky Thought of Black and White

Black and White are powerful colours. As for me, I adore those colours.

In photography, it makes you think and wonder, what the real colour behind it.

Was it a red, or blue? You'll never know.

When every colour you chose seems wrong. Choose white or black.

It'll never goes wrong.

As for our lives, if you see it gone wrong, go back and choose the first that came out from your mind.

-NNF88-

Move On

I started to write again. Blogging actually. I'm very bad at writing. Sangat teruk. I don't see myself as a writer. Not even an amateur. Not trying to be down to earth or humble. But I'm sucks. 

Last year, on Feb, I wrote my first entry. It was the time I had my heart broken.

Today, I started to write back not because I'm heartbroken. But as someone who broke someone's heart. Do I felt guilty? Hell yeah.

There's a time in your life where you feel at your lowest low. You felt you don't deserve anything good in your life. You felt like you wanted to disappear into thin air. So that no one will find you. I felt that before. I told someone about this. It is wrong to feel like that. It was like I'm not grateful enough of everything I have.

It is unfair to treat ourselves so bad. But I am very good at breaking my own heart. I am very good at crying. He knows it.

There were few people I talked about what I have experienced. Most of them said, accept it and move on.

Someone told me recently, "please write something when you are happy."

I laughed when I read his text. Was it too obvious? I only write when I am sad. Miserable.

I'll leave you with this quote from a good book I read, Goji Bundy br Riduan A. Dullah.

" Pada aku, move on itu bukanlah berlalu pergi meninggalkan mahupun melupakan. Tapi bagaimana untuk terus hidup dengan memori yang ada tanpa ada sedikit pun perasan atau penafian." 

 

-NNF88- 

Weirdo

It is so weird to hurt someone you don't even know.

Whether you apologized for the mistake you've done, it felt so wrong.

They might ended up forgiving you or ignoring you.

It's all depends on them.

You can't do anything.

Just wait and accept it.

-NNF88-

Open Your Heart

Heart is protected by rib cage
Close to the chest
It was built by a strong tissues
It is it's nature to be strong
Stronger than the bones

People said
Break my bones
Rather than my heart

A broken bone will heal
A broken heart will never do

Open your heart
Let people in
For what?
To break it again?
If the heart can be seen like the skins
I assure you
It must be uglier than skin-covered tattoos
Than a battle scar

A year had passed
I'm still there, thinking
It would've been better if I close the heart
Not let people in

He said, move on
I said, whispering to my ears
You have moved on, but
The pain still there and always be there
The bitterness, the sweetness
You will always taste it deep inside the throat

Open your heart
Here I am
I hurted someone that I might care in the future

My new friend, it's what I called him