s H e

she,
is just a friend of mine
same like all of you.
so,
do not confuse yourself
with anything else
as she,
even has stolen my heart
still I am not in hers.

Once when you are in my arms

I can reach up to heaven
And pluck out a star from the blue.
It is true, but only when you are in my arms.
I can live without riches
And still have a million or two.
It is true, but only when you are in my arms.
Though I am ambitious, my wishes
Have always been simple and few.
Give me the moonlight, the music
And, darling, an armful of you.
I can see myself doing
The things that I never could do.
It is true, but only when you are in my arms.

Anonymous

Unhappy

For the problems
To be thought
And pleasure of being sad,
I’d rather glad to be unhappy.

Mypoetry

I know my poetry is not
Ayam Golek Bermadu or Nasi Kerabu,
I don’t want those who read my poetry
throw them into Sungai Kelantan,
I just want the readers to taste my poetry delicious,
As delicious as Akok Panas or Jala Emas.

24^th October 2005
12:50pm
My class

A friend and a special one

A friend and a special one

A friend and a special one
Should not ask another friend
To forget about the friendship
That has built.
A friend and a special one
Should not ask another friend
To stop thinking about the friendship
which is not as same as before.
A friend and a special one
Will always think about the friend
Will always love the friend
As long as the ship called friendship
Sailing freely at the wide-open blue sea.

+ salam ulang tahun +

as I turned 19,
I realize that
I must learn
how to use things
and love people
but not love things
and use people

~happy birthday to me...

~~A bystander

A bystander
stands to the wall of love
with a cap covers his head
with a glass covers his sight
He waits for the girl
He admires
He adores
He likes
(and he loves,
deeply and madly)

When she walks in front of him
He is thinking to call her
But he knows she will not reply
He knows she will not respond
He knows she even will not
turn her head

A bystander
living his own life
waiting for the true lover
to appear in his life
Even though he is quite sure
His love is not reciprocated
His love is not returned

A bystander
now,
sits behind the wall
(as he knows she will not going
to look at his face anymore).

12th October 2005
9.10 a.m
myClass

bad day... ;-(

harta abadi

aku punya harta sendiri
dari duit hasil titik peluh
yang bukan anak tani
dari duit hasil titik peluh
anak jati bangsa ini.

aku punya harta sendiri
dibeli bukan kerana riak
dibeli bukan untuk angkat diri
dibeli hanya kerana enggan merangkak
serta letih berjalan kaki.

aku punya harta sendiri
tapi harta ini telah dicuri
oleh bangsaku sendiri
tatkala purnama enggan muncul diri.


05102005
(hari motorsikal aku ilang...)

+ Life is Love +

Life
is
Miserable

when
love
is not
reciprocated

111005
outside the lib.