We're Kids, No Longer

Time sure flies fast, without us realizing it,

Time has stolen our innocence.

We're no longer the white piece of cloaks wondering in the meadow field,

The purity of our cloaks are now tarnished with colours and dirts.

Some were painted with beautiful colours,

While some wore darker shades of life,

Still, our journeys does not end here. The cloak is still half painted.

Time is experience. Time heals the broken hopes and shattered dreams.

If you have fallen, stand up. Because even the most ugliest painting can be a beautiful thing.

U baca, and u paham dalam-dalam...

Arts and expressions can be of the same grounds, but tis the contents that are different. You may be drawing the same ol' house but how you render it, is different. You may be taking the same pictures of a woman holding a child, still tis emotions are different. Understand this and u shall understand the development of culture.

-Hafiza Hamid-

Marah.

Api yang membara bak api di neraka,
Begitu juga dengan kemarahannya yang tidak akan padam,
Dendam dia masih kuat digenggam di dada,
Sumpahnya pasti akan dilaksanakan,

Melihat musuhnya gembira,
Hanya membuatkan dirinya merana,
Meronta jiwanya untuk membunuh,
Sengsara hidupnya di makan api syaitan.

Obses dirinya dengan amarah yang merah.
Hilang akalnya,
Hilang pendiriannya,
Hilang dia dihanyutkan oleh laut ego yang tercalar.

A Sun on The Other Side of The Cloud.

Sunshine, blue clouds and rainbows,
Chirping birds and a meowing cat,
Makes a happy day with a smooth flow,
Nothing will bring you down flat.

Smell of fresh air, the after-cut grass in the lawn,
Colorful flowers stretching out in the garden,
Wind orchestrated a song of heaven,
Full of life, Refreshing and rejuvenating

Nothing lasts than long,
When dark clouds come on a shiny day,
Never fret, love,
There’s always a sun on the other side of the cloud.

Bila hari ini lebih baik dari yang sebelumnya.

Dia berada di depanku...
Murah dengan senyuman...
Bercerita seribu satu hikayat...
Hanya tersenyum...

Otak sentiasa kalut dengan masalahku...
Tapi bila dia berdiri di depanku...
Dengan senyuman yang manis...
Hari yang kelam bertukar menjadi manis dan indah...

Ah, be mine lover.

Keep me company, till my eyes shut from slumber
Hold me, don’t let me go.
Talk to me, Flirt with me,
Be there for me, be mine lover.

Protect me with your big arms,
Place my head close to your chest,
Let me hear the beat of your heart,
Whisper how much you love me in my ears.

Make me feel safe sayang.

Tell me how I make your heart beats faster,
And slow at the same time when I'm with you,
Tell me how fast the time goes by and frozen when we're together.
Because I'll say the same thing to you.

This is what it would probably be like when I'm really in love with someone.

The 5 Things I carry When I'm out...

I saw this on Facebook a few weeks ago. A lot would answer Car Keys, Lip Gloss, Wallet, Cash, Purse, Handbag and what not. And so I thought to myself, how hard can this be? Have to admit, it froze me for a while in order to come out with an honest answer when I realized that I never carry much when I'm outside. I'm not much of a chick to carry my lip gloss around, I never had a proper wallet as I rarely carry money on me, I don't own a car so I don't have any Car Keys, I always forget to carry my housekeys because I share room with my friends/classmates...It is hard...I have to carry something with me when I'm out! So I came out with these 5 most honest and logical things I never leave the house without...

Clean Underwear

Clothes

Pants

Shoes

Myself

Bijak kan? hahaha

Buih-Buih Bicara

Walaupun berbuih mulut ini berkata,
Tidak ada seorang pun yang akan mempercayai kata-kata ini,
Jiwa ini sudah mula penat meyakinkan kamu,
Baik mendiamkan diri sahaja.

Bila diri diam dari berbicara,
Kamu pula yang mula bertanya,
Tiada guna lagi, hati ini sudah penat,
Apa gunanya bercerita jika tidak ada yang percaya?

Biarlah apa yang terjadi menjadi rahsia di dalam hati,
Usah lagi berbicara, usah lagi diluahkan,
Walau senyum aku memberi seribu satu persoalan,
Iris mataku memberi seribu satu jawapan.

Two Different Worlds

A line stretching to an end of infinity,
Where it draws two worlds apart,
And there I stand on that line of no end,
Not sure of which world I belong to.

I look at the world on my left,
The Free-thinkers, Modern and upbeat,
Been everywhere and had done everything,
I like it, but that’s not who I am.

I turn to the world on my right,
Static, conservative and reserved,
Slow in progress but I know I’ll be safe,
I don’t want to belong in that world.

And I looked down on the ground,
The line that separates the worlds away,
It’s a bit of both worlds but the line is what drives it apart,
I knew instantly that this is where I belong.

Manusia

Hai, manusia memang punya pelbagai ragam,
Status dan wang ringgit menjadi kegilaan,
Keikhlasan hati tidak lagi menjadi ukuran.

Itulah dia ragam manusia,
Wajah dan lenggok badan dikejarkan,
Merasa keseronokan bagai tiada harga diri.

Ragam manusia memang pelbagai,
Di depan berkata manis,
Di dalam hati busuk dengan perasaan dengki.

Hai, itulah dia ragam manusia yang bermacam,
Bijaksana tetapi bongkak!
Rupawan tetapi bodoh!

The Breath of Love

No science can explain it,
Yet, we depend on it,
Love is our oxygen.
Can never be seen but only be felt.

Inspirasi

Masa sudah mula meninggalkanku,
Tangan masih memegang pen kesayanganku,
Kaku di atas kertas putih,
Aku hilang di dalam kekakuan diri.

Aku hanya memandang kertas itu,
Tiada bayangan yang dapat digambarkan.
Hati mula mati…kosong,
Seperti kertas putih itu.

Aku sudah hilang inspirasi.

Si Gadis dan Bulan Kegemarannya

Aku nampak seorang gadis yang pelik,
Hanya memandang ke langit,
Lalu aku bertanya,
“Kenapa kamu suka melihat langit?”

Tanpa mengalihkan pandangannya dari langit,
Dia mengatakan yang dia sedang menunggu,
Hanya bulan yang boleh menenangkan jiwanya yang racau,
“Kenapa kamu suka melihat bulan?”

Diam,
Anak matanya hanya memandang bulan kegemarannya,
Bibirnya mengukir sebuah senyuman,
“Mungkin dia juga melihat bulan yang saya lihat”

Silent heart

The solitude of a silent heart,
Never surfaced, trapped in its own shadow,
Could never tell a sacrifice apart,
Empty, empty hallow.

The tranquility of the silent night,
Has lost its serenity
Magic of the night has lost its sight
Leaving her numb and empty.

The solitude of a silent heart,
Chained to an eternity of pain,
Closing her eyes shut,
Leave her be, Leave her in vain.

Talam Beribu Muka

Lain bukan aku yang dulu dan sekarang?
Raut wajah aku tidak macam dulu...
Nampakkah kamu?
Atau kamu hanya membutakan matamu?

Kamu kata aku ada bakat berlakon,
Aku tersenyum sahaja,
Tidak nampakkah kamu,
Aku sedang berlakon di depan kamu?

Memang aku pelakon yang handal,
Aku memang talam beribu muka,
Hanya kerana hendak menjaga hati kamu,
Aku dah mengabaikan hati aku sendiri.

Jealous now are you?

It is now 4:05 in the morning and Mr. Sandman seems to forget to pay me a visit since I am still wide awake. With all these constant thinking and emotions surrounding me, pressuring this vulnerable mind to work a bit more, how can I sleep like this?

I remembered how a few days ago I was facing the ocean in Pantai Puteri, thinking. Wind blows through my face, burning sand on my feet, and I stand there thinking silently as my friends chirping happily next to me. It was Valentine’s Day, couples everywhere on the beach, getting cozy with each other, showing the whole world how strong their love was. Do I care? I guess I do, been down this road alone for a long time. It’s not the World’s End – I know. Plus, single life is pretty relaxing. But, as what a dear friend of mine would complain “When are you going to be the heroine of the story?” Guess the atmosphere was getting to me. I was jealous. Embarrassing for me to admit, but that was the fact. Do you think I’m actually happy seeing people receiving gifts and such? Hey, don’t get me wrong, I am happy for you guys, I just want some of that sweets as well. However, jealous as I am, I am not desperate. Lurking for desperate love only spells for trouble. Logically, that’s what on my mind; my heart is screaming the other way around.

So here I sit, facing my laptop, listening to some songs, still thinking. Missing and wondering. Unsure and confuse. Praying that this all would come to a sweet end and a permanent one.

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How can I not care,
When sincerity and honesty is all you wear,
How can I not care,
When righteous and justice is all you stare.

You're a person with a beautiful soul,
That all have taken for granted,
Nobody even cares when you howl,
Wondering why you must always be cheated.

You're the Wisdom kid,
You're blessed with intelligence and wit,
And you're burden with high hopes and responsibility,
Your heart keeps screaming, "Why must I be me?"

You're trying to climb up that ladder to the heavenly light,
But whenever you take one step ahead,
You can't seem to move that feet right,
That's why you wish for a pair of wings to spread.

How can I not care,
When suffering is hidden behind your eyes,
How can I not care,
When you're hiding a hidden wound that's right in front of my eyes.

Bila Aku Pergi Sebelum Kamu.

Jika tiada esok bagiku,
Adakah kau akan merantapi pemergianku?
Terhentikah ruang waktu bagimu?
Atau kau akan melupakan aku?

Bila terhenti nadi di jasadku,
Dan tiada bagiku esok,
Usah kau lupa nasihatku,
You Never Lose Hope!

Bila kembalinya aku kepada-Nya,
Pandanglah aku buat kali terakhir,
Pusinglah masa bila kita bersama,
Kerna memori aku bersama kau sudah berakhir.

Tangislah kamu,
Sedihlah kamu,
Tapi ingat sayangku,
Aku sentiasa ada untukmu.

Senyumanku ada bersama hatimu,
Tawaku sentiasa ada di ingatanmu,
Kerna walau aku mati meninggalkanmu,
Aku hidup di dalam hatimu.

Jangan kau menghentikan langkah perjuanganmu,
Jangan kau rasa bersalah untuk melupakan aku,
Aku mahu kau meneruskan perjalananmu,
Aku tidak mahu menjadi sakit di hatimu.

Tibanya hari kita bersama,
Kita akan berjumpa,
Aku tersenyum dan tumpang gembira,
Melihat kau bersama keluarga yang kau bina.