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Showing posts with label analogy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label analogy. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2011

The difference

You can count your passed days and reminiscing all the yesterdays and (you should) be grateful because up until now you still are able to inhale those dusty air and create another history of your own. You can close your eyes and smile or cry out of nowhere. You can follow your foot rhyme and dance while remembering the songs that lift your days into cloud nine. You can crush the mirrors and spit some harsh words for the the bygone that pissed you into hellish figure.

But you can never add or subtracts any fact that they had been part of your stories.Those cries and hurts.Those dull and phlegmatic seconds you need to kill and the otherwise jumpy moments.All the parts that you left behind are responsible enough making who you are right now. People are dressed by their histories and bygones because they do change and don't just simply ageing.

And what is more interesting is that future is never be there to be calculated. Human do expect and count on them to make him or her a better man. Never hold high hopes for everything will turn out the way you've planned. 

That's the fatal difference on what's making a journal or a diary.

Planner,holds various kind of  imaginative wisdoms to be finished and yet diary  carries all the finishing storyline of the day. And finished does not necessarily mean completed,instead it contain the meaning of ending of situations either they are successively done or the other way round.





Tomorrow never tell any truth 
but yesterday never let you lie about the truth.



Yesterdays are filled by varied colour
 but tomorrow is still empty and ready to be painted.



Tomorrow is the most mysterious evidence to be searched
And yet yesterday had been explored


Don't keen too much for tomorrow to arrive earlier than it had to be
Because once it done,you can never turn back (only look back)




So you can choose either to fill up your paper by arranging the words of yesterday or tomorrow :D



Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Because i'm a woman Muslim





Because i'm a woman Muslim
I can't just slip out what's on my mind. Because Islam taught me words have their own boundaries within. Because most of the time,my evil appetency speak up my brain, so I can't just let it control my language. Instead i'm the one who've got to guide my words genuinely. Because i'm the king.


Because i'm a woman Muslim
I can't just dash out my feelings so the whole world to know. No. That's not what i learned from Islam. Facebook and blogger even any website isn't a medium for me to scribble out what's inside my heart. 
Because not everyday is perfect for me. Islam within it have it's own rules for me to obey.



Because i'm a woman Muslim
Because i can't manage to be one of the slanders that the world point out their fingers how Islam actually not the best religion. when people (non-Muslim) say: "Oh come on! Just take a look how Muslims behave these days. They're not that great and holy after all !"



Because i'm a woman Muslim
Not every part of me i can expose to the outsider. May they be the person i like the most,but Islam have it's own limit. What's inside my veil symbolize most pieces of mine you just can't have it. Only the one who deserve our gentleness and loveliness. Because woman is so delicate to begin with. That's how Islam treasure me and us women of the Earth.



Because i'm a woman Muslim
You can't toy me around like a barbie doll.When we choose to be"priceless" ,you must respect our principe. Because i'm not just a typical girl,i'm a Muslimah. I have my own religion to obey,not just written on my i/d card. 



Because i'm a woman Muslim
You can't talk bad about me behind your back. Because we,women of Islams,hold our integrity onto the holy religion. Even we do mistakes, you men of Islam should advise us. Because we're brothers and sisters. Don't we have the same religion and God?



Because i'm a woman Muslim
I can't just agree in following your steps. Sometimes you forgot,me too,have my own bounds that Islam prevent.I can't just simply hang out here and there and wear the so-called fashionable clothes in order to have fun.At times,i have to refuse because Islam have their own identity behold my entire life. 



Because i'm a woman Muslim
My life revolves around Islam. Not Islam revolves around my life. I've been provoked to live the life separating between religion and daily chores. But, I HAVE MY OWN WILL TO CHOOSE HOW MY LIFE REVOLVES AROUND WHAT. I CHOSE ISLAM,because i'm a woman of Islam












Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Endless songs



It perks you heart and mind when such soothing sounds flowing inside your ears 
Your heartbeat seemed to follow the rhythm 
So pleasant it does create an imaginary world for you 
They blend you into the feelings and bring you through the whole story of the singer 
As though the contentment reach for your fulfillments
And apparently you hope it lasts and repeated.




Feels the melodies
Allow the joyous cadence
Jump and slowly dance
So fast and hyper
With your soul touching the sky
Close your eyes
When the fingers can touch the rainbow
You'll see the brighter day










But,hey..they do end,rite?
The spacious shallowness you thought you erased would reappear. Sooner or later.





Because there'll always be the sad songs. 





Pianist and violinist 
-How they do their instruments so perfectly

When your heart flinches along with the sorrow breezes.It aches very much 
How you have to endure it alone in an empty room left by no mankind 
How much you hate them,you just incapable to switch them off
Wait and wait for them.Wait till the end
When the journey through the sounds are long enough to make the pain insanely grow






Please,just stay stand a lil longer
Don't loose your grip
All the unpleasant humming 
Even the air are so suffocating
When tears are just priceless
Misery filled up the entire moment
But sooner or later
The songs will end their death-march 
Definitely,
Definitely













And they too,,will end :)
Nothing last forever

Prepare for the next,they might be white,they might be black.
Wake up and face the tomorrow. Dreams may be endless,but there's no such things like endless songs.